#it's good only for me it's taking the blame off me so i won't complain

[iloveyouitisruiningmylife]

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[savannahsdeath]

This thought popped in my head and I need it!!!!

(only if you want to!)

Imagine reader and Ellie went out to the mall with there friends and the entireeee day Ellie was just thinking about bending reader over and doing her then and there because she was just looking so good with her little ponytail and skirt and the way she would pick up the cutest little clothes and ask Ellie if she thinks they would look good on her. Then when they get home Ellie just goes absolutely feral and fucks her with no remorse. :(((

I'm literally going feral over this thought

im not a shopping person but this? omg.

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! obv smut, strap (r!receiving)

writers note: i loved the idea sm i literally stopped writing my enemies to lovers fic just to write this one🫣sorry it took me so long to post it, i struggled with choosing what to post first !!

You were going out shopping with your girlfriend and some friends. Ellie isn't really an outgoing person, but when it's about you and shopping, she can't wait to see you in all the cute clothes she knows she will buy you. Of course she'll never admit it but you knew she enjoys it as much as you do.

As you make your way into the store, you can see her eyes light up at the sight of all the different styles of clothes. She takes the lead and starts pulling at all sorts of clothing to bring over for you to try on, eager to see you wearing all her favorite things.

The changing rooms had a lot of space inside, so she entered one with you, sitting down on the little bench. While you were taking your previous clothes off, she intensely stared at her phone. She couldn't stand seeing your bare skin and it would be hard for her to control herself otherwise, but you were clueless.

When you changed into a cute, feminine skirt and top, she finally turned her eyes in your direction. Her gaze was judging but not in a bad way - she looked you up and down before smirking.

"Spin." Ellie simply ordered and you obviously did so. You had no idea she told you to do that because of the way your pink underwear shows when the skirt rolls up in the air at your movement. She cleared her throat and nodded, trying to hide her thoughts. "Yeah, looks good."

You frowned at her lack of enthusiasm, not realizing she's actually boiling inside. You were so oblivious it was actually funny, even your friends knew damn well what was going on.

You tried the rest of the clothes Ellie picked for you, not getting the reaction you'd like to each time, but you couldn't blame her.

Oh, little did you know how much she just wants to bend you over and fuck with her strap, she obviously had on, just in case she won't be able to control herself.

After a few other shops and a whole bag of clothes, you came into one with small changing rooms and made Ellie wait outside. She was standing in front of the curtains, pretending to be unbothered, but the way she impatiently kept asking you 'ready?' every-fucking-second said otherwise.

"Wait, wait, the zipper won't close!" You said, trying to lock a pretty, formal, red dress you knew you'll wear like one time - for Christmas or something.

She rolled her eyes and came in, standing so close behind you, you could feel the bulge in her jeans. She zipped it without struggle, placing her head on your shoulder as she looked at the mirror in front of you both. Her hands were sliding up and down your sides as she kissed your neck.

"You look fucking amazing." She whispered and smiled, seeming almost proud of your appearance.

"Is it worth buying, though?" You asked, turning in all directions to see it from every angle. "It will just collect dust in the closet for the whole year until I decide it's time to..."

She laughed, cutting you off. "Jesus, hush. I can afford it... Oh, and trust me, I'll make you wear it."

You finally fully turned around, cupping Ellie's face in your hands and kissing her for only a few seconds. "You spend too much money on me."

"Are you complaining?" She chuckled with a smug look on her face as you stayed silent. "That's what I thought."

After running around the shops for the whole day, you all met in a restaurant. Ellie was sitting in her usual men-spread position and you placed yourself between her legs, not really caring it may be weird. Her hands rested awfully near the hem of your skirt, wrapped around your waist. Sometimes when you were grinding too much, she'd just tug on it to warn you, so no one would notice your behaviour.

Sometimes, when your little movements didn't stop, she'd whisper something in your ear in almost threatening way, even though you wasn't really teasing her intentionally.

On your way home, she was walking faster than usually. You couldn't even call it walking together, she was just pushing you forward.

You tried to slow down or build a conversation but miserably failed every time.

As soon as she brought you back to your shared apartament, she closed the door and immediately started kissing your neck, slowly pushing you towards the bed.

You quickly understood why she acted so weird before. "Oh, Ellie, so you just wanted that the whole day?" You chuckled as she nuzzled into your skin. "And you kept silent instead of telling me?"

She dropped the bag of clothes as soon as you entered the bedroom, your teasing words clearly pissing her off even more than having to watch you in all those cute little skirts back in the shop.

"What the fuck was the whole dinner scene for?" She asked, frustrated, hurriedly undressing you. "Can't sit still? Seriously?"

You laughed, even though you knew what waits for you isn't so funny.

She wasn't teasing your cunt for too long before filling it with her cock, waiting for the right moment to catch you off-guard. It worked as well as she expected to, you moaned and your eyes quickly turned glossy as your thighs clenched.

She kept going for so long, you didn't bother to hold back your tears anymore. Your hips were sore from the way she held them, knowing she won't be able to hit the right spot if you'll move. Your hair started to stick together from the sweat and tears mixed together, making the pillow uncomfortably wet. Your god-knows-which orgasm approached but you weren't able to say anything about it to Ellie as you lost the ability to speak like a thousand thrusts ago. You couldn't decide whether it's a good or bad feeling. Yes, you loved the feeling of her deep inside you to the point you can actually see her in your stomach. But no, you didn't feel strong enough to keep going. Ellie seemed to notice that.

"If you want to stop, just tell me." She said in the most taunting tone she could.

She knew you're not able to 'just tell her'. She noticed the only thing coming from your mouth are moans, occasionally maybe her name, but really rarely.

She reached to wipe your tears away. "Now, that's just adorable. And a little pathetic. Should I slow down, huh? Should I?"

You nodded, realizing your vision isn't actually black, you were just desperately squeezing your eyes shut like it'd make you feel any better. You looked up at her with your teary eyes, still imploringly moving your head up and down.

"What does that even mean? Just speak up!" She laughed.

Your eyes closed again, as your release came. Your mind went blank, just like everything else - your vision, feeling and other senses.

Did you pass out?

It all came back after a few seconds, when Ellie finally stopped and leaned in to kiss you, what woke you up like Sleeping Beauty.

"Oh, sorry babe. Got carried away. I bet you can't really blame me, though." She winked as she started going down on you again.

"Els- what are you...?" You managed to say, stopping to take a breath after each word.

"Gotta clean you up." She smirked and you could already feel her tongue on your clit.

It felt so sensitive, so new, you cried out and your thighs tensed, but didn't close as Ellie held onto them. She was so strong compared to your weakness now, they didn't move a millimeter.

"I'll be fast, this time." She reassured you, as your body squirmed, hoping to get away.

But oh, how much you actually wanted to stay like that. The sensitiveness made you feel the texture of her tongue so precisely, you hoped to still remember it tomorrow...

[lilirari]

new year's day

charles leclerc x gn! reader ☆ fluff ☆ food & alcohol ment ☆ 1.02k words ☆ heavily inspired by taylor swift's 'new year's day'.

💭 author's note : a very short & simple writing to start off the year ! i've gotten a bit rusty with written works tbh :( anyways 2024 will be charles' and ferrari's year !! 🤞 (delulu)

it was already past midnight, the leftovers and remains of a new year's party clearly evident in your apartment. there's glitter all over the place and empty bottles of alcohol, boxes of pizza, cans of soft drinks, and random polaroids littered the hardwood floor.

a sigh escaped your lips as you rubbed the temples of your forehead, a trash bag in hand. as you looked around the trashed apartment, your eyes landed on the only other person present there.

" you don't have to stay back, you know. " you pointed out, as the other person shook his head. " it's alright, y/n. it's the least i can do... especially after my friends absolutely wrecked your place. " charles mentioned, offering you an apologetic smile as he looked around the place.

you chuckled softly at his words as you waved your hand in dismissal. " it's all good, charlie. you don't have to apologise. i was the one who invited them anyways so i'll take the blame. although, i must admit that it was quite fun meeting them again. they were the life of the party, especially daniel. it would've been pretty boring without any of them so i don't really regret inviting them. "

charles laughed at your words, nodding his head in agreement. " that is true.. they do know how to party well. "

" hmm.. but charles, you really should go. do you really want to spend the first day of a new year cleaning up an apartment that's not even yours ? " you asked, your voice laced with concerned as you picked up a few empty cans and threw them inside the trash bag.

upon hearing your words, the monegasque man raised an eyebrow. " y/n, are you trying to get rid of me ? " he asked as he slumped his shoulders and folded his arms. " i'll have you know that i'm quite hurt by these words of yours. " he commented, pretending to be upset as you suppressed a laughter, trying your best not to crack at his antics.

" oh, you know it's nothing like that, charlie. but i'm just worried that i'll ruin your new year's day. like, you're supposed to be at home having a good rest right now but you're stuck with me here instead. and this is not really an ideal thing to be doing on the first day of the new year, y'know ? " you continued, voicing your concern over his stay as he just smiled.

" y/n, you're not getting rid of me. there's no point in telling me to leave because i won't. i've already made up my mind. i'm staying here and i'm going to help you until the end. "

there was something about the way he looked and smiled at you that made your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched. he was always so kind to you, a true gentleman. and the fact that you had the biggest crush on him didn't help at all. as you felt your cheeks start to warm up, you quickly tried to cover it with a small cough. " fine. but you can't complain if you get tired, alright ? "

the sound of his laughter filled the room as he gave you a cheeky smile. " deal. "

the remaining hour went by rather silently, with only the sound of soft music playing in the background being heard. the two of you swept the floors, rearranged any of the furnitures which were out of place and picked up all the trash. the only conversation you had in between the clean-up was when charles found some funny polaroids the other drivers took, which made you both laugh until your stomachs ached and you had to cross your arms over your stomachs in an attempt to catch your breaths.

eventually, you somehow finished cleaning up the place and made it look like how it was before it got trashed. you held onto a mop for support as you sighed, the exhaustion from all the partying and the cleaning finally catching up to you.

charles walked back into the room, having gone out to throw the garbage bags into the bins on the street. " looks like our job's done. " he pointed out as his eyes scanned the room, which seemed to be devoid of any irregularities now and looked spotless. his eyes landed on you as you wiped away the sweat on your forehead. " tired ? "

you nodded at his words as you placed the mop back to its original place and walked up to the driver. " a little, yeah. but it was worth it. thank you for helping me out, charlie. i would've never finished cleaning all the mess in a short amount of time without you. " you extended your thanks, moving your lips slightly to indicate a smile.

" it's nothing, y/n. this is why i told you not to get rid of me. " he nudged your sides, showing you his pearly whites as he grinned. you playfully rolled your eyes at his words, before remembering something. " oh yeah, i forgot to ask you earlier. did you enjoy the party ? "

" i did. " charles muttered, his voice suddenly growing softer as he took a step forward. " there's one thing i regret not doing at the party though. "

" hmm ? what's that ? " you hummed, your eyes searching for an answer in his. nothing could've prepared you for his next words though as he placed a hand on your cheek, his eyes landing on your lips for a mere second before darting back to look at you. he took in a deep breath, as his thumb gently grazed your lower lip. " i really wished i had kissed you when the clock struck twelve. "

your eyes widened and you felt your heartbeat pick up it's pace. did he feel the same way about you as you felt about him ? there was only one way to find out. you boldly leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you as you looked into his eyes. " well, can't you kiss me now ? "

charles couldn't have been more happier to hear those words come out of your mouth as he immediately pressed his lips against yours, giving you the answer to your question through this action of his and a memorable way to begin a new chapter of your life.

© LILIRARI, 2024 ★

[cannellee]

If requests are open? May I receive a yandere!alpha baji with a resistant darling (knows what's up and immediately skedaddles)

If the request is too similar to any previous ones? You may disregard it.

Have a nice day:)

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ yandere! alpha! baji x omega! reader

— his reaction to a resistant omega

cw : yandere (possessive, jealous) behaviour, delusional baji (a bit).

read baji's yandere profile here : ☆

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YANDERE!ALPHA! BAJI

if baji takes a liking in you, good luck trying to avoid him.

if you know what's up and put some distance between the both of you once you're close enough to notice some strange behaviour from him, it's already too late.

baji is assertive and determined, it takes more than that for him to renounce. especially when it comes to the omega he claimed as his own a good while ago.

it doesn't take long for baji to notice if you start taking your distance, making short replies and always finding ways to decline his offers to hang out with him.

he is not pleased, and while his feelings for you are very clear in his mind, he's extremely dense. you slowy backing away from his life isn't his own fault, nor yours. something is probably going on in your life, a friend of yours or an issue you've yet to fix, something which might prevent you from being your usual warm and cute self he oh so loves.

baji will confront you. he knows all of your whereabouts. he isn't much of a stalker : if he wants to see you he will make his presence known and force his company. but he remembers your usual routine from the way he would always take you home after school.

he'll pin you against a wall in a dark street. now you have no way out and can't excuse your way out from his questions.

"I asked you a question. you don't think I didn't notice how much you're avoiding me ?"

"if you know what's good you better answer me"

you merely can get out any words because of his domineering speech which reflects itself in his pheromones. your nose is burning and face is twitching, he's unbelievably close and you know your lack of response is getting on his nerves.

when you don't respond he's dragging you to his home. if you don't want to cooperate, he'll make you. you can try and trash all you want, baji is much more stronger than you and no amount of pleadings is working.

he won't hurt you though, you're his precious omega. but he'll make things clear with you until everything goes back like before. your smiles, your laugh, you greeting him every morning and helping him with homework after school, he missed them all terribly.

he's throwing you inside his room, locking his apartment door.

you're apprehensive and watching his every moves when he approaches you. you have nowhere to run anymore and your scent is sour.

you're trembling in front of him, wide eyes and avoiding his gaze. your vulnerability makes him go softer, he didn't mean to scare you but your behaviour makes his alpha go mad.

he can't protect you if you're always away from him. you should stay close by so he can look after you. by running away the way you do, you only make him chase you harder. as if he could leave you alone!

he presses a gentle hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb under your eyes where a few tears had unknowingly fallen. he visibly calms down and soothes you by assuring you everything is fine.

you only shake further, weakly getting rid of his big hand and turning yourself away from him. the proximity only makes you uncomfortable and you wish to cut off your nose if it makes his scent disappear.

by now you can tell he's forcing himself to stay calm, for you. what could make you have such a change ? he never did anything wrong. you blamed him a couple of times for how restrained he made you feel, but he only did that out of worry for you. he remembers your complains about the way he beat up a friend of yours, but baji wasn't in the wrong, if only that friend of yours knew to keep his eyes for himself he wouldn't have done that.

at the end of the day, you could blame him all you want for your problems, but he did it all for your sake. he's incredibly jealous and nobody seems to respect boundaries : you're his omega and others still act friendly around you. they should be thankful baji didn't gouge their eyes out for looking at you the way they did.

only he sees that, the lust and envy, both meddled in these people's scents. he hates it.

it took a lot from him to simply scent you, mark you subtly. it's still not enough, nobody seems to take a hint. but he held himself back, because he knows you and knows you need time. he also understands that he sometimes is a bit too overbearing, you told him countless of times. that's why he took it slow, never doing anything you wouldn't forgive him for.

but look at what it led the both of you to ?

you needed a strong presence right from the beginning, you're lost without any guidance. baji thought giving you time was the right way to naturally make you accustomed to him, make you long for him.

turns out he needed to be stricter. an omega should learn to ask for her alpha's touch but you only got further away from him. he wasn't present enough, didn't assure enough protection to the point that you felt like you had to find it somewhere else. he surely didn't give you enough attention, that's why.

baji will fix that!

now that you're here, you'll have plenty of time to start over. he'll show you how much his presence is needed, he'll demonstrate his affection and shower you with love. all of that just to engrave in that little brain of yours that you can not live without him the same way he can't live without you.

he will physically restrain you if needed, and keep you inside as long as he feels like you might leave him again if he lets you out.

and when the right time comes, he'll mark you, so you both can be bound forever!

[l0tt1emy]

Transmasc!Shauna x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT, transmasc!shauna, daddy kink, shauna takes advantage of the reader, very quick overstimulation, shauna is arrogant and doesn't care about being huge! small text and I probably forgot something, p in v, It's just a short drabble to get this thought out of my head, sorry, not sorry

a/n: I didn't like this, I just wrote it because I was thinking about it a lot :// this is very short

Shauna knew he was wrong, he didn't control his dreams and having a wet dream with you swallowing all his cum without complaining made him hard, but you couldn't blame him, you hadn't had sex for so long because of your legs that they were hurt and you couldn't move that he wanted to pick you up just so he could feel your walls, and you wouldn't be able to complain or get him off of you

He looks to the side and sees you sleeping peacefully, with just one of his t-shirts on and you're also only wearing panties, he wouldn't be able to resist, it hurt so much, and every time he looked at your lips he felt even more excited.

He crawls over to you and grabs you gently, placing his dick between your thighs and sighing when he sees you move "m-I'm sorry...I can't do it" he murmurs quietly and starts to move, squeezing your belly to hold on the moans that planned to come

He stays like that for a few minutes but he can't, he can't reach the limit like that...so he gently slides his hands to your pussy and presses firmly on your clit "I'm sorry, you'll like it, I promise" he whispers in your ear and when he sees you move and moan in frustration he kisses your neck

he feels you start to get wet and continues rubbing, spreading his excitement throughout all your folds while he silences you by whispering in your ear "s-shauna what...what are you doing" you murmur and moan softly

"you need preparation to be able to handle all my size" he murmurs and gives an arrogant smile "s-shauna..don't..stop..I won't be able to" "you will" he cuts

you remain silent as you bite your lip "that...now.." you feel him taking off your panties and the cold air causes a shiver "will you be quiet for daddy?.." then you nod and put it on your face in the crook of his neck and when you feel the tip of it you already want to give up, you squeeze his arms and he kisses your neck "wait... just a little more, can you do this for me princess?" " and you wanted to deny it, tell him to go to sleep and stop using you but, you needed to be filled, you needed to feel him inside you, at the end of the day you were a whore for shauna and he knew it

silence fills the air and he gives another arrogant smile and shoves everything in at once making you scream unconsciously "it hurts...it hurts..." and you feel hot tears welling up in your eyes, he just kisses your cheek "it'll be over soon , this always happens" you feel full with him inside you and it starts to get uncomfortable with him standing still "just move..please.." you murmur into his neck and both of his hands go to grab your waist and steady you , going slowly because of your legs

shauna starts to move faster while holding you in his arms, with each thrust he gave you moaned and started to cry, but it wasn't from pain, and shauna knew it "y-do you like this? god..you're a slut ..you told me to stop but now you're rubbing against me and dripping like a whore.." he puts his hands under your shirt and wraps his fingers around one of your nipples, his hands were freezing and it brought It felt good, so when he felt your nipples get hard he put his head under your shirt and stuck one in your mouth, making you moan and whimper, placing your hand on his head, trying impossibly to push his head closer to yours. "s-shauna...good...very good...daddy don't stop" breasts and he wasn't even thinking about stopping

the more you moaned the more he knew you were close "don't cum until I say yes?..." and you started to whimper and shake your head in denial "no no no no...please I need this... i-i-I need to cum" the tears flow but it's no use, he doesn't give you permission and keeps hitting you until he feels close, then he lifts his head from your breasts and sloppily kisses your neck, leaving marks that certainly wouldn't be possible hidden and lowers one of his hands to her pussy which was dripping and starts to move his fingers on her pulsating and bright red clitoris which was in urgent need of attention. He reaches your ear and whispers "it's okay...you can cum now, cum together with daddy, I caught you hm?"

you nod desperately as you feel yourself reaching the limit, the combination of shauna's cock pushing into your cervix, him kissing your neck and whispering that you could cum made you come hard, but even then he wouldn't stop, he would only stop when had cum "daddy...it hurts...m-a lot...it's a lot" and he kisses you. silencing you as you squirm and it only ends when you finally feel the thick lines of cum inside you and him whispering that it was already over

[sinsandsweetness]

POKER NIGHT

(Rick x fem!reader x Rosita)

Happy pride month loveys!! I am working on a million things rn but I started this a while ago and thought, what better time to finish it up then now…

Let me know what you think!

warnings: 18+ content. mdni, not really proof read sorry, alcohol comsumption, smutty smutty smut stuff, oral sex, FFM threesome, girl on girl.

“Alright, turn 'em over,” Rick tapped his cards against the coffee table, giving you a playful grin. You, Rosita, Tara and him all turned them over at the same time.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Again?”

“Jeez Rosita.”

She only laughed and collected the pot from the table, pulling the goodies into a pile in front of her.

“That’s like three weeks in a row. I don’t have anything left to even bet on…” Tara complained. Making you all laugh even harder as you sipped on some cherry wine.

“Im giving up. I'm going to bed.” Tara put her arms up in surrender and got up, making her way to the front porch.

“Night!” you called as she put her shoes on.

“Next week? Same time?” She asked and you all nodded, agreeing and giving a thumbs up before she shut the door.

You grabbed the bottle of wine from Rosita and took a swig.

“Another game or are you guys too tired?” You asked.

“I'm not really tired but I think my brain’s definitely done for the day.” Rick grabbed the bottle from your hands, took a swig and passed it back.

“Same here.” Rosita took the bottle back and a long chug. “Let's just sit and drink. Nobody has watch in the morning, right?”

“I’m off till Saturday.”

“Me too.” Rick answered.

“Looks like we can stay up then.” Rosita kicked her feet up and crossed her legs. Sending the wine for another circle around the table.

Two more bottles had the three of you trying your absolute hardest to keep in your drunken giggles.

“No, Rick you don't even know. She had him like this,” Rosita had moved to mount you on your spot beside him on the couch. Being sure to tuck your hands under her thighs as she straddled you. You were trying not to laugh as she was fake swinging at your face with sound effects and everything. “And he literally couldn't move or anything!”

You looked over and Rick was smiling big and leaning even further into the couch, knees spread wide.

“She’s a tough one.” He said, all amused from the show in front of him.

“Yeah she is. Got him real good. Shoulda known not to mess with our girl.”

He hummed in agreement. You looked over and up at him, cheeks all flush from the wine, pupils dilated and glued to you.

Rosita climbed off but plopped down right next to you, legs almost on top of yours. Suddenly extra aware of her touches on your leg.

“Wasn’t the first time she kicked ass. Won't be the last.” She patted your thigh a couple times, and kept her hand there. The action definitely not going without Rick's notice.

“Ohmygosh and then-” She kept rambling. You were sort of lost by the feeling of Rick staring at you. And Rositas thumb rubbing a pattern onto your thigh wasn't helping either.

“Don't you agree? Rick?” Rosita asked, sparking Rick’s attention.

“Hm?”

“That new haul from the Hilltop run? These jeans. Don't they just hug her so nicely?”

He licked his lips and looked right at you, down to your jeans and back up. “Oh. Yeah,” He chuckled. They were looking at each other now, silently agreeing on something. A very interesting cloud of tension filled the air and Rositas hand moved further up your thigh.

“She always looks so good doesn't she?”

Rick sat up, leaning his elbow on his knees.

“So cute, I could just eat her right up.” She leaned in and nuzzled her nose into your neck. You let out a nervous sigh and could actually feel your heart rate start to rise.

“Mhm.” He slowly started running his own hand up your opposite leg.

“No wonder you’re always pulling her away. Taking her on those runs, just the two of you.”

“Can't even blame me can you?”

“I’m right here you guys.” You sounded out of breath, the attention from the two of them making your head feel light. Though it was probably more so the wines fault than anything.

“We know, sweetheart.” Rick tipped your chin towards him and caught your lips with his own, kissing you gently. Rosita took the opportunity to start kissing down your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin on your jaw, and then back down to your shoulder.

Ok. This was happening. Alright.

Rick's hands started at your shirt, lifting and pulling its delicate fabric, up and over your head. While Rosita started on your pants. You didn't even know where to put your hands. It didn't matter much since she just put them where she wanted them anyway. She took you by the hips and pulled you down on top of her, with her back to the cool leather of the living room couch. Pulling on your thighs so you had no choice but to straddle her. She pulled you down to meet her lips. Rick moved to press himself up behind you, hands on your sides, right above rositas.

Grinding you down onto her as you kissed her back. Her tongue exploring your whole mouth, soft, plush lips so warm against your own. She kissed like she knew what she was doing. Which was really no surprise to you. Your own hands, without even realizing, went to unbutton her shirt. Peeling it off as Rick pulled you by the hips, dragging you back towards him. You whined at the loss of contact with Rositas lap, but he just let out an amused huff.

“She can’t have all o’ you.” He teased, pulling your jeans down, so they were around your knees, ass exposed as he palmed it with rough hands.

Rosita smiled up at him and shimmied out of her own pants, positioning herself right in front of you. When you looked up, you saw her cherry stained lips, and when you looked down, you saw her black lace thong.

Wow. Yeah this was definitely happening. The wine must have given you some sort of courage you didn’t even know you had, because you reached forward and pulled her hips towards your face. Looking back for a moment. The heat had already raise to your cheeks and you just needed some sort of reassurance. Rick was smirking and giving you a very approving nod.

“Go on, don’t be gettin all shy on us…” He teased, while his fingers dragged through your wetness. So you turned back and dipped down, to kiss her over the lacy fabric. Her hands went to your hair as you peeled her panties off, kissing her stomach and down further until you heard a real moan. There it is.

You started to lick and lap at her cunt. Trying to replicate the way Rick would always do it to you. The technique was obviously working based on the firm grip she had on your hair and the wetness seeping out onto your chin. Your tongue working her soft folds, sucking on her clit and trying to work out a pattern that would earn the best reaction from her. Whatever got her breathing all heavy and gripping your hair even tighter.

Rick was still behind you, clearly enjoying the show. He’d lined himself up with your own cunt, rubbing his precum around in your slick, before slowly pushing all the way in.

“How is she?” Rick asked from behind you as he started slowly fucking you from behind.

“Uh- so good…” Rosita let her head fall back. Relishing in the feel of your tongue.

“Atta girl.” He praised you, hand reaching around to rub your clit. “Her mouth is just heaven, ain’t it?”

“Uhuh.” Her legs tightened around your head and Rick started to thrust hard enough that you couldn’t help but moan against her. The vibration of your muffled moans made her twitch and already you could feel that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Rick had the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot with every single thrust, in combination with the circles he was rubbing against your clit. You both knew you wouldn’t last too long.

You felt a little more confident, with the way she was stuttering and cute little sounds were threatening to pour out of her mouth. So you decided to insert your fingers. If you were gonna eat the girl out, you were gonna be damn sure you made her cum.

And you did.

Two digits inside, curling upwards. The sounds of her juices squelching as you sucked on her clit, your own spit starting to run down your chin. Giving every ounce of attention you could possibly give. Even with the man pounding into you. Which by the way, definitely made it ten times more difficult. Because part of you wanted to just close your eyes and let Rick push your face into the carpet and fuck you into a shaky mess. But the other was so drunk off wine and pussy, that you couldn’t, even if you wanted to. Stuck in a determined trance between the two bodies.

You could actually feel Rositas walls tighten around you and you could tell she was close. Your name escaping her lips all rushed and quick, “I’m cumming-I’m cumming I- uh,” and the most adorable, sexy moan left her pretty mouth as she held your face against her cunt. Grinding down onto your tongue as you finger fucked her right through the orgasm. Her shaky breaths matching your own as Rick pulled up on your hair.

You thought your eyes could have rolled back to your brain. The way he twisted you around and kissed you, the taste of Rositas cum still on your lips. Moaning against him, you could feel hands on your breasts. Rosita positioning herself further under you, kissing and sucking at your chest. Gently tugging your nipple with her teeth, while her hand went to replace Ricks, rubbing on your clit. That was it for you. The attention from them both sent you over the edge, moaning into Rick's mouth as your grabbed onto Rositas arm. Rick's own hips stuttered slightly as he released almost at the exact same time.

The three of you caught your breaths in a sweaty, tangled pile on the ground. Drunken, post orgasm smiled were on each of your faces as you slowly pieced your clothes back together. Staying there for a few moments right in between them.

Rick started moving to plant lazy kisses scattering down your neck. Clearly not quite done with the evening, and trying to initiate another round. Rosita noticed and took it as a queue to leave. Not that either of you would have minded her staying. Clearly.

But regardless, she got up to gather her stuff. Dressed and ready to head back to her house.

“I’ll see you next week, sweetie,” she dipped down to kiss your cheek. Blushing hard as she walked away.

“G’night, Rick.” She winked at him and waved at you both from the porch, closing the door behind her.

You didn’t know if you wanted to wait a full week.

[crusty-chronicles]

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Zoro (One Piece)

An: I wanna face plant in his tits. 👉👈

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Zoro knows you're stupid

He knows

But he'll still take your advice like you actually know what you're talking about

Resulting in it back firing at him 90% of the time

"Hey! Which snakes are poisonous again?" He asked after getting bit by one.

"Red and yellow will kill a fellow. Red and black are friends of Jack." You recite proudly, remembering what Robin thought you.

"Okay, so what does this count as."

He holds up a bright yellow snake.

"Um.... Probably not venomous."

It was indeed venomous and poor Chopper had a heart attack trying to come up with an antidote.

Especially after Zoro kept insisting 'he was fine' and 'he'd tough it out.'

Honesty, he doesn't care if you're stupid most of the time.

Luffy's just as dumb and look at him.

Well, maybe don't. But it doesn't change the fact that he's already following one idiot around.

What's one more?

You leave out food? For the ants??? So they don't get hungry?????

"You're gonna cause an infestation in the kitchen...Wait, never mind. You're doing a good job."

He'll help you put the blame on Ussop just so Sanji can continue to suffer.

"What do you mean you broke the fish tank!?!? Franky's gonna be pissed!"

"That stingray was looking at me funny."

You gesture towards a fish that was not a stingray.

Honestly you give him a headache most days.

But he's too lazy to worry about what you do

As long as you don't rope him in.

He also won't baby you.

Rather, he helps cover up whatever trouble you caused or just laughs off your antics.

Partner in crime, at least until Nami finds out

Then you're officially on your own.

He still loves you tho

Just from a distance 👉👈

You probably came along a little after Thriller Bark.

Joining from the island they were currently resting at because according to Luffy, 'They're really cool.'

Which is never enough reason to join the crew.

But it's not hard to see what he meant when he asked you to 'do the thing' and you tore a tree up from its roots.

Yeah, you can stay

Just don't cause trouble.

He warms up to you after a while.

Namely seeing you interacting with Nami and her actually smiling.

If Nami likes you, then either she was gonna hurt you or you must've been genuinely a good person.

(It's because she'll tell you to do something and unlike their captain, you don't complain.)

You also get on Sanji's nerves, which immediately puts you in his good graces.

There isn't an isolated moment or anything leading up to him falling for you.

He was just watching you mess around with Luffy and Chopper when he realized he liked your laugh.

Then your smile

And when you caught him starting, you waved with an overly excited expression.

Like a puppy

And it makes heat flood to his cheeks, forcing him to turn away.

Zoro is about as romantic as a rock.

There's no way he's going to court you

If you're expecting a date, then I've got some bad news.

However ☝️

Zoro's way of flirting is inviting you to train with him

You're the only one allowed in the Crow's Nest when he's in there.

He's a man who admires strength, what can I say.

Toss him over your shoulder, punch him, hell lift some weights and he's 💗💗💗

It's also a way for him to show off

Slightly flexing to see your reaction. But of course, you're stupid so you don't really notice when he does it.

Tell him he's strong and he'll carry that with him the rest of the day.

If your weapon of choice is also a sword, he's smitten

In the stupid way tho. Like trying to teach you his techniques or critiquing yours.

"You're not doing it right." Is an excuse to correct your form and touch you

If he really loves you, he'll invite you to nap with him.

Sit on his lap or he'll sit on yours. He doesn't give two shits.

Either way, he's tired and wants to cuddle.

Let's you smoosh your face between his boobs if you ask nicely.

Only you 🫵

He'll glare if someone's watching and laughing.

"Yeah? Jealous it's not you?"

Zoro loves fighting with you

He won't hold you back if you want to fight

Not only can you keep up, but you move a little faster than him.

Seeing you sink marines gives him a feeling of pride.

Like, look at you!

That's his S/O!

He'll be excited to see your bounty go up along with his.

NEVER go exploring on an island alone

You two will not be found for days

Somebody who isn't an idiot and has a good sense of direction has to go with you.

It's probably Sanji tbh

Does Zoro get jealous?

He doesn't have the attention span to get jealous

Someone's flirting with you?

Eh, you don't notice it anyway. That person can try but they'll never get anywhere.

You haven't been spending a lot of time with him?

He'll just sleep with the full confidence you'll be back when he wakes up.

He just isn't worried about you losing interest

BUT he'll be damned if that cook comes anywhere near you.

Again, about as romantic as a rock.

He's not gonna be calling you lovey dovey names.

He also finds it embarrassing.

You won't catch him pulling that 'Nami-Swan!' crap.

He'd rather die

But on a very rare occasion where it's just the two of you, he'll call you baby or babe.

Nothing other than that

And he'll deny he ever said it

No confession to be found

He likes you and you seem to like him, so you're his.

Unless you say otherwise, you're dating.

MASTERLIST

[wongyuseokie]

The One in Red | k.m.g

Summary: You had a plan for New Year, go out and find some hot guy, you found a hot guy, but he won't stop with his crappy puns and pick-up lines, but when he looks that good, you can ignore it. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff |  ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works 

Word Count: 1530 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader 

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP, Strangers to Lovers(?) 

Content Warnings: Alcohol consumption, bad puns, and terrible pickup lines. Mingyu is wearing THAT red suit. So that’s a warning. Kissing.

Smut Warnings: Public sex, sorta? They fuck in a closet. Unprotected sex (don’t do this in real life, this is fiction). Slightly rough sex, against a wall. Big Dick! Mingyu. 

Authors Note 1: Thank you to @here4btsfics for beta'ing this fic for me. I love you so dearly 💕 also thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil @love-strike and @seungkwansphd for reading this and then yelling at me. hehehehe I love the dynamic, but really thank you all so so much for all the support as always 🥺🥰 Authors Note 2: tagging @baljinciaga because she asked 🥰 Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“This is so dumb,” you muttered aloud.

“Excuse me?” You turned around to see a handsome man, a man you only thought existed in celluloid and the pages of romance–erotic–novels. 

“Eavesdrop much?” You shot back, making him grin. 

“You spoke out loud to yourself, plus you said dumb,” he answered. 

“I’m guessing you turned because it’s something you get called a lot?” You fired off, and he held his hands up in defence.  

“Oh, ouch.” 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I just, ugh. I hate the forced merriment of New Year,” you admitted, and the stranger nodded. 

“Well, what if I got you a drink to help drown the sorrows?” The man asked, and you shrugged. 

“Or better, you got me one for calling me dumb?” He offered, and you pouted and nodded as he sat at the bar next to you. 

“So, what's your name?” He asked. 

“Y/N.” 

“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” he responded, and you simply rolled your eyes. 

“What about you?” 

“Kim. Kim Mingyu,” he said, offering his hand to you, and you took it, shaking it lightly. 

“You think you’re James Bond or something with that introduction?” You joked, and he shrugged. 

“Possibly.” 

“Well, like him, you have plenty of admirers,” you said, gesturing to a group of women and men who were ogling at him. 

“To be fair, I don’t blame them,” you mumbled, the alcohol loosening your lips. 

“Oh? I look good?” Mingyu asked. 

“Oh, you know you’re hot, with this stupid red suit, and your stupid tits on display, and being tall and handsome,” you complained, making him grin. 

“I heard stupid a lot,” Mingyu added. 

“You’re incredibly hot, and I’m sure it makes anyone feel stupid,” you elaborated, making him nod as he took a sip of his drink. 

“Well, you never told me why you’re here,” Mingyu said. 

“Ugh, my friend dragged me here, but she found her catch of the night and ditched me,” you answered, and Mingyu frowned. 

“That’s kind of shitty,” Mingyu noted, and you shrugged. 

“To be fair, that was our ambitious plan, to look hot and get laid,” you admitted taking another sip of your drink. 

“Well, the night is still young,” Mingyu observed. 

“What about you? You’re hot, and I’m sure you have no problem getting someone, so why are you here?” You asked. 

“Well. Honestly? I came here for a business thing, but then I saw you in this lovely dress, and I thought, ‘aww, we match,’ and I wanted to talk to you,” Mingyu replied, and you stared at him. 

“You wanted to talk to me because I wore a dress the same colour as your suit?” 

“Yep.” 

“What if I wore a different colour?” You challenged. 

“I’d still approach you. You’re beautiful,” Mingyu responded. 

“What?” Mingyu asked when you smiled at him. 

“You’re doing better than the other guy who hit on me,” you noted. 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, he was giving me terrible pickup lines,” you explained. 

“Oh, but some can be decent,” Mingyu defended. 

“Try me.”

“Tell me, are you tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all night.” Mingyu said, making you groan. 

“Nope!” 

“Do you have a map? ‘Cause I got lost in your eyes.” 

“Hell, no. Mingyu, these are terrible,” you said, laughing as you swatted his arm, noting how buff he was and imagining what it’d feel like to hold those arms as he pounded into you. 

“Well, I’m usually a lot more direct. I don’t like to waste time.” 

“Oh? Do tell.” 

Mingyu finished his drink and inched closer to you, his lips ghosting your ears, his hand finding yours as he traced it. 

“Kitten, you told me about what your plan was for tonight. Want to make it come true?” Mingyu asked, and you bit your lip to bite back a moan. 

“Oh!” 

“Unless you prefer crappy pickup lines, in that case, hey girl, is that a phone in your back pocket? Because that ass is calling me,” Mingyu said, and you let out a deep sigh, grabbed your drink and finished it. 

“Fine.”

“Fine, what?” Mingyu asked. 

“You can help make my New Years' plan come true, and it’s only because you look sinfully good and not because any of your pickup lines worked,” you responded with a pout. 

“Come on. We’re finding a room in this fancy bar,” Mingyu said, taking your hand and guiding you along with him. He moved smoothly, manoeuvring you out of the crowds and into the nearest storage room. 

Mingyu locked the door behind you before turning to face you. Your back was pressed against a wall, and you were staring– well, undressing him with your eyes. 

“Like what you see?” Mingyu asked, smirking. 

“Shut up, you know you’re hot,” you muttered, making him laugh as he approached you. 

“As are you, kitten. Do you know all I could see was red when you walked into this place tonight?” Mingyu teased. 

“One more lame joke from you, and I’m leaving you with blue balls!” You threatened, making Mingyu grin. 

“So you’ve been thinking about my balls?” Mingyu joked, making you sputter. 

“Come here, kitten, let me taste how sweet that smart mouth is,” Mingyu said as his hands found your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. His soft lips met with yours and pulled you into a searing kiss. His lips moved against yours, and his grip around your waist tightened as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, making you moan, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned further into the kiss, and Mingyu’s hands slid down to your hips, and he pulled away from your lips. 

“Can I?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded impatiently, making him grin. 

“Fuck, you didn’t wear panties?” Mingyu asked as he hiked up your red dress to your waist. 

“I can’t be having panty lines now, can I?” You teased. 

“Yeah, clearly,” Mingyu mumbled as he moved to kneel. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, making Mingyu stand up straight and stare at you. 

“I need to prep you.” 

“Don’t be cocky. I’ll be fine,” you argued, making him smirk. 

“Very apt choice of words, kitten,” Mingyu responded with a grin. 

“Can you just fuck me?” You whined, and Mingyu grinned as he quickly moved to push his trousers down, pulling his hard length out, hissing when the cool air hit his erect member. 

“Gladly, kitten,” Mingyu responded as his arms found your waist. He easily lifted you into his arms, pressed you into the wall, and guided his thick length into you. 

“Fuck,” you gasped. You whimpered in both pain and pleasure; he was so big. 

“Could have used prep, right?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

“Pun intended?” You asked, and Mingyu only grinned in response. 

“Of course, kitten,” Mingyu answered before thrusting into you. 

Mingyu’s movements were rough and quick, but his thrusts were precise, and you were falling apart on his cock, embarrassingly quickly. 

“You sound so fucking wet. Can you hear yourself?” Mingyu asked, his lips ghosting your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck. You could only whimper in response. 

“Imagine if you squirted on my cock. God, I’ll walk back in there with your cum all over my trousers,” Mingyu continued to spew absolute filth as he fucked you, making you moan at the possibility. 

“Inside,” you moaned, and Mingyu swore he could have cum right then and there. 

“Fuck, okay,” Mingyu breathed out as he took a second to collect himself and then continued to pound into your cunt. 

“So good,” you moaned as you held onto his neck, possibly scratching him, as he thrust into you. One particularly hard thrust sent you ever the edge, making you cum, whimpering, and clenching around him. Mingyu came a few seconds after you and held you in his arms.

The two of you just stayed that way for a few seconds, and you were about to speak when you heard muffled cheering from outside. You looked at Mingyu, confused, who simply smiled at you. 

“Happy New Year,” Mingyu said as he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, making you smile into the kiss.

“Well, I guess I started the year with a bang?” You joked, making Mingyu laugh.

“Who’s making the shitty jokes now?” Mingyu asked. 

“It’s the sex. Your crappy humour is contagious,” you defended, and Mingyu only smiled. 

“Uh, do you want to put me down?” You asked. 

“Oh fuck, sorry!” 

Mingyu gently placed you down on the floor, helping to pull your dress down as he pulled his trousers up. 

“Pity, I didn’t soak your trousers,” you mumbled as you patted out the creases in your dress. 

“I mean, there’s always a next time?” Mingyu said, his voice low and hopeful. You placed a hand on his toned bicep, making him turn to face you. 

“Next time?”

“Well, how about you spend the first day of the new year with me?” Mingyu asked. 

“Oh?” You teased. “What’s in it for me?” 

“More orgasms, shitty jokes, and you’ll not want to spend it with anyone else,” Mingyu responded. 

“Lead the way.”

[xxsycamore]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄

↬ 💜 You give Clavis a taste of his own medicine, as you mess with his thighs for a change.

Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Thighs; Thigh kink; Light Bondage; Light Femdom; Light Dom/sub; Petnames; Dirty Talk; Not Wearing Underwear; Clothed Sex; Frottage; Dry Humping; Thigh Suspenders; Marking; Teasing; Thigh Fucking • wordcount: 2,455 • masterlist

a/n: After we gave this treatment to Jin, it's Clavis' turn. Happy Birthday, Clavis!! So let's settle it once and for all, are racks or legs better?

"Ahaha…tying my hands too, darling? Is that necessary?"

Tightening the knot as if to answer him non-verbally, you know the following hiss of pain is overdramatized, very much in Clavis' style. The knot isn't even that tight.

"Yes, it is. I'm sure I share the desire of restricting your movements for safety measures with a lot of people."

"Ah, but, none of them experience the full capabilities of those hands like you do."

You smile while you're still behind Clavis, even if you feel like he can tell you do without looking.

"So that gives me all the more reason to tie you up every once in a while, Clavis! I'll avenge them by torturing you a little in return, and the balance in the universe will be restored."

When you return in front of Clavis, you give him one long look from head to toe. You've already discarded his coat and unbuttoned his shirt all the way down, leaving his chest bare so that he's fully dressed only from the waist down. His tight white trousers remain as he sits with his legs slightly parted, unable to maintain a more presentable posture with his hands tied behind the chair's back. The same can't be said about his trademark shit-eating grin though, as stripping it off his face would require more than just that.

"My, what did I get myself into? Here I thought I was being a kind and loving partner, agreeing to be played with… too bad my wife is a pervert."

"Oh poor you. You're getting a full program centered on the one thing that gets you hard in seconds and somehow you still manage to complain."

The hand you lay on his thigh emphasizes your point. Clavis' eyes bore into it for a hot second before returning to your gaze. He can probably tell that the edge to your tone is but an act, too, but can you be blamed when he's once already stated you're hot when you're mad at him? Nothing stays hidden for long from those cunning amber eyes. But he'll play into it gladly.

"Perhaps you got it wrong - while I do strongly believe the thigh is the most erotic body part there is, I meant the one of my partner. I doubt you'll get much of a reaction out of me, being put on the other end of things, hahaha!"

So confident. That's exactly what motivated you to get this far, and you're more than eager to prove him wrong.

"Then you won't mind me taking a seat here… all that talk is seriously starting to tire me off."

You make yourself comfortable on his lap, wrapping a hand around his neck as you sit sideways. Your left leg shifts over your right.

"You should've sealed my mouth too, in that case! Ahaha!"

Being close enough to practically feel his bared chest expand with the hearty laughter, you're way too interested in noting the tiniest of reactions you can get out of him to exaggerate on how right he is. Your legs shift again as you uncross them.

"Tsk, you're not the most comfortable chair there is… I see that you're not doing a good job of keeping your legs closed for me so I'll have to sit like this instead."

Without further explanation, you briefly stand up just to resume your sitting in another second - this time straddling just one of Clavis' legs. You make sure the movement is swift but slow, your bottom floating over his leg until you finally sink down on it, hands resting on his shoulders.

There is a surprise for him. He finds out in an instant.

"Forgot to put on panties, dear?"

You've waited for this moment for too long to dwell on his scary perception and whether you're too hot or too wet to give yourself away so soon. You play coy, going as far as to act surprised, lifting the hem of your dress to "check", thus flashing him a glimpse of your pussy.

"I'm afraid yes… but surely you don't mind?"

An assuring whisper of "Not at all" is fleeting by your earlobe as Clavis nudges his chin closer to the side of your face. As if to remind him you're the one in control of the distance between you, you straighten your arms, still holding onto him as your torso tilts backward, and you smirk at him. The angle shifts again when you get close anew, this time embracing him fully on. Your clit presses firmly against the rough texture of his trousers when you're arched forwards like that, and you hold onto this position. Grind down a little.

"Ah…"

Surprisingly, Clavis is the one to vocalize the first spark of pleasure that all this tension-building back and forth led to - despite that pleasure being solely yours. Curiously, you keep the movement of your hips, using the lavage of your toes that barely touch the ground.

Clavis' thigh is the perfect width to straddle and the perfect hardness to hump. Better than any pillow in the royal palace of Rhodolite. The many years spent on horseback shaped his legs to perfection, but the cushioning is still enough to not consider him boney - and frankly, you could stay right where you are forever, wasn't it for the pulsing, demanding arousal in your core. Even if you come out of tonight's naughty game with a self-indulgent orgasm only, you'd still consider yourself a winner.

"Ahhh…haha… if you're able to use them as a tool of pleasure, then maybe I can recognize the worth of my own thighs! Though, I have to remark, any arouse that comes to me now would be directly tied to the sight that you are right now, bunny."

"Mmm…that's not good… I need to hurry up and deprive you of that sight then if I want to prove anything."

Too lost in a heaven of your own making, you ride Clavis' tight, enjoying the undisturbed flow of pleasure that would otherwise be mercilessly cut off by his usual teasing - were his hands free in this moment, that's it. Setting the pace to your liking, going at it as fast as you want, you ride his thigh to your heart's content - or at least until the pleasure suddenly peaks and your body is overtaken by sweet convulsions. Clavis is not able to hold you throughout them like usual, nor to fuck you throughout them so the stars before your eyes become fireworks, but it's more than enough.

"Ah… I stained your pants, Clavis. Oops."

Still a little shaky, you lift yourself just enough to look at the place your dripping pussy was occupying just a second prior - now with two sets of eyes glued to it. The lustful haze in Clavis' gaze is more prominent now, after watching you get yourself off and not being able to lay a single finger on your form.

"I should take these off you, then."

Without the chance to be of much help, Clavis simply smiles sweetly at you as you remove his tight, cum-drenched trousers off his beautiful legs. One strand of hair too much is falling on his face now and he attempts to blow air in order to get it off his face, in a rather un-refined manner, making a hot wave rush over your body. You're totally not helping him with that if he's going to be so sexy about it, albeit irritated.

"I see that you're wearing your thigh suspenders again today."

"I do need them to keep my button-up shirt in place. Maintaining proper toilette etiquette is a part of being a model gentleman, after all."

 Running a single finger along the length of his thigh, from knee to where the fabric of his white shirt covers his warmed flesh, you hum in approval. He's always so dedicated to his looks yet he doesn't even consider how this of all things would seduce you.

Gradually, your index finger slips under the tight strap of his suspender.

You hook your finger underneath to tug it upwards as much as the elasticity of it would allow, and then release.

"Hnn-"

The impact couldn't have been that big, yet Clavis is noticeably hissing - perhaps not an indication of pain, but something else. Interested, you do the same to his other thigh, caressing both over and under the thin leather strap afterward. Slipping the tips of your fingers underneath just to enjoy how tightly it hugs the softness of Clavis' skin, you marvel at the sexiness of this otherwise uninteresting part of a gentleman's outfit.

Clavis' legs are restless despite your firm handling of them, indicating a certain impatience. Though he looked to be armed with lots of it, in the beginning. The stimuli are never close to his erogenous zones, yet the reaction is undeniable. There's even a hint of blush coloring his cheeks.

"Let's remove those, too…"

Gently, you unclip the suspenders from his shirt, taking your sweet time undoing the little buckles next. Clavis' muscles tense a little when your fingertips ghost all over the skin during your ministrations, but soon he's freed from the tight leather straps.

"Oh… there are red marks where the suspenders were…"

Curiously, you trace the reddened skin, trying to feel for the imprint lines they left on the surface. Moving on to the sides, your suspicions are confirmed as you smirk and see similar but fainter lines left by the ridges inside his trousers.

All these marks adorning his milky thighs, yet none of them belong to you.

Delicate as ever, your hands return to the top of his thighs, barely touching the skin beneath - until you angle the tips of your fingers to point downwards; press; drag down. Harshly.

"Nnh- darling- your nails-"

By the time you lift your hands, having arrived at his knees, there's evidence of where your nails grazed his skin - new marks bloom on him, lines just like the others, but those are left by none other than you. And he looks beautiful wearing them.

Your gaze lingers a little higher, and you gasp.

"Clavis, darling, are you hard?"

Looking down as if he needs to confirm the obvious, there's no trace of Clavis' usual grin. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and the way his shoulders roll, you're wondering if he's trying his restrains.

"Is it so shameful for one to feel aroused in the hands of their beloved?"

You chuckle at Clavis' words, laying your head on one of his parted legs, dangerously close to his cock that is now visibly tenting his underwear.

"Not at all. You've taught me to be honest with my desires, and I expect the same of you."

Standing up, you take note of the changes in your lover's face - and indeed, there's this hint of relief you were looking for. He thinks it's over, and that he took the damage needed in exchange for his freedom. He's wrong.

"I bet you want release?"

Following your every movement with half-lidded eyes, Clavis picks his words to reply to you carefully, you can tell. It's not until you're caressing the hair at the back of his neck gently, standing tall between his parted legs, that he finally speaks.

"I…yes."

You cease the caressing movements of your hand, instead tracing all the way across his jaw to his chin with your thumb, and over his beauty mark. The intensity of your stare is perhaps not as strong as you wish; you're softened by his beauty, by his desperation. You want to jerk him off to a satisfying culmination. You want to sit on his dick and ride him until he whimpers. Your sweet Clavis…

"Alright then, you'll get your release. Darling."

Getting your hands on the band of his underwear, you remove it in one inpatient movement, letting his cock free from its confines as it jumps in desperation. Hiking up the skirts of your dress again so they're gathered on your waist, you keep one hand steadily on Clavis' shoulder as you lower yourself, just a little. You feel his tip grazing the inside of your thigh, hot and needy, you swear you feel the faint wetness of the precome it leaks.

Carefully positioning your legs, you trap Clavis' cock between them. And you clasp your thighs.

"Ah-"

A moan of utter desperation, if you know one. But you'll need to hear more than that to make sure.

You find out the position works out even better than you figured it would, as you circle your hips. Clavis is practically unable to contribute to the lustful dance even if he wishes, with his hands tied behind the chair's back. The tiny trusts he tries to do from his pathetic position are barely doing anything, but you feel like they're more instinctual than tactic at this point. You feel his firm hardness fucking between your thighs, the pistoning glided by the slickness escaping your dripping cunt. You didn't realize how worked up you were.

Letting your skirts fall down like a veil, you find a much better job for your left hand as you find your clit under the clothing and rub down on it. For once you keep your voice down but not out of shame with Clavis' scandalous ministrations, but because you want to hear him - he's not much different than you, if not groaning louder. You can tell he's close.

"Come for me, Clavis…"

Without having to urge him on any further, by just maintaining your steady rocking back and forth with his cock squeezed thigh between your soaked thighs, you feel the telltale pulsation accompanied by low whispers of your name. Hot pumps of cum are expelled from his aching cock until they overflow and coat your thighs, and the filthiness of it all gives you a rush that culminates in an orgasm of your own; your legs nearly buckling under the intensity of the pleasure. It indeed feels like a victory.

There's nothing left to do but to claim his lap as your throne, once again. With hair falling over his eyes, breath unsteady and escaping heavy out of his agape and dry lips, and smirk completely wiped off his pretty face, your Clavis is a masterpiece. One that only you get to see, because you worked hard to produce.

And that's without even mentioning his erotic thighs that are now covered with the aftermath of both your orgasms, and with red marks of love still not faded from his skin.

At the end of his wits, Clavis raises his head with a strained smirk.

"You're going to be the end of me, my little bunny."

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[jade-len]

no but seriously though, let's say that you've never read svsss and proceeded to transmigrate into pidw as either sqq or one of bunhe's random npc shixiong/shijie. is there anything you guys would've done different from sy?

personally, if i knew that bunhe was going to literally become the embodiment of toxic masculinity, a dictator who collects women as if they were some coins, and a man who's overall just the product of the abuse cycle... i would try my damn hardest to prevent any of that lol.

but, for me, i would not promote a harem or bingge's fucked way of thinking. even if i just transmigrated as some other disciple, there would be absolutely no way i would let bunhe turn into bingge (also because.. why would i let the entire sect continue to abuse him). and, probably not even really bingmei as well? i don't know, i would obviously still protect and befriend him, but i think i'd be much more stricter about teaching bingbing morals, good ethics, mental health, all that jazz.

like, we live in a time where we actually know better about that stuff! might as well pass down our 20th century knowledge, y'know? i know sqq loves binghe the way he is, but if i read pidw i would most definitely not like bingge's character due to airplane's wack writing

(cut under is just me rambling lol)

but if i were to transmigrate as sqq... honestly, it would go two ways for me. genuinely, i think (after the ooc function) i'd just run away from the sect and take on a completely new appearance using magic airplane plant bullshit, find binghe (because i know damn well the abuse wouldn't just stop there.. also because the system will probably still demand for me to be some sort of mentor), then be like that one cool teacher or older brother figure? i'd definitely be more of that instead of a proper shizun. idk, i'd just treat binghe as if he were my little brother

or, since binghe is still bunhe and thus hasn't darkened at all, i would maybe pull him to the side and say that i'm actually not his shizun. probably claim that the real sqq hated teaching (which was why he abused binghe) and kids, so he made a doppelgänger (me) to replace him as he goes to buttfuck anywhere else from here. since i would know of luo binghe's loyalty at least from never having read svsss, i'd tell him to respect sqq's wishes

this is so that binghe would at least know that i'm not shen qingqiu. because remember, in this alternate timeline i only know pidw instead and don't know if binghe would forgive sqq for all the abuse he suffered, so don't blame me for going that route! again, i know that the system would still probably require me to be his mentor for the abyss arc, so i'd have to still stay as bingbing pretty much gets an entirely new person as his shizun. but hey, would he complain? i don't abuse kids and thus won't ever hurt him. plus, i don't think i'd be able to constantly put on a mask and pretend to be sqq, the least i could do is have luo binghe know the "truth"?

look i know that that probably breaks the system's rules, BUT remember, you can negotiate with the system. "well, i'm not revealing my identity as a transmigrator or the system? i'm technically still 'shen qingqiu', im supposed to be a doppelgänger, a copy! remember? so i'm technically him." also, i don't remember any rules about running away and such for the new identity plan, just that binghe still needs a mentor to push him off. i feel like with enough negotiation, i would be able to do this (also yes i know that i wouldn't know about the system not being strict, but i feel like i would figure it out pretty quickly, considering that i bitch a bit and will find a way to back up my argument if I'm really insistent)

speaking about the endless abyss!! yeah no i don't think i would be able to push him off. i think i'd make it abundantly clear that i don't want to, but i'm cursed to "fulfill" a prophecy or something.. either through a bunch of metaphors and stories. or, since system never said i had to full on betray him, just that he needed to be in there, i'd kinda just. tell him to jump and that there was nothing else i could teach him or something. i'll be waiting, bingbing!

and finally: what about if binghe fell in love? ...honestly don't know what i'd do with that. i feel like i'd be more gege material if anything since i'm not super different in age with bingbing, so i'd most likely see him as a friend or younger brother instead of a disciple (and i'd definitely treat him like one too. sorry, i just don't think i'd be able to take my job as a teacher or anything seriously, nonetheless actually teach teach. mentor-ish or bro figure, yeah i could do that. responsible teacher? okay, now you're asking for too much). so maybe? maybe not? i don't even know if i meet binghe's standards (which, admittedly, is kinda low but you get my point). i'd probably wanna kiss liu qingge though lol

[otomefiend]

Alfons Sylvatica

Collection Event: Doting LoveHolic

I both loved and hated translating this snippet. It's fun and sexy as per usual, which is a blast. But all the euphemisms killed me inside. As it is, I can't promise the accuracy, though I tried my hardest. 🙃

Getting that out of the way. Yay, for some major developments! It's so great to read this story after his birthday one, when we already know what a bullshitter he is. He's so unapologetic it tickles me pink. Enjoy.

NSFW. Proceed at your own risk.

~~~

Alfons: "You look awful, as if you just crawled out of a grave."

Kate: "! ... Alfons."

His usual teasing words made me quickly look up.

Kate: "Not at all. I just got lost in thoughts for a moment..."

Alfons: "Heh, your acting skill is severely lacking."

He smiled, seeing through my meagre attempt to dismiss his remark, and lamented in exaggeration.

Alfons: "What's the use of trying to be polite for my sake? If you're tired, just say you are tired."

At his words, the tension in my heart suddenly eased,

And my lips, previously forced into platitudes, now allowed my true feelings to pour out.

Kate: "My mind is a mess..."

These past few days, I had been accompanying Alfons on his missions.

Faced with cruel sights I had never seen and with malice I had never imagined,

I couldn't keep up with all the things I had never experienced before.

Kate: "When I close my eyes, I can't sleep since my head is spinning with thoughts..."

Alfons: "Oh dear, you poor thing."

His leather-gloved hand caressed my head consolingly.

(......ah)

This sudden tenderness made me realize that my heart yearned for comfort more than I thought.

Alfons: "...Kate, are you about to cry?"

Kate: "Tch, of course not...!"

(It's pathetic enough to complain about something like this, but the thought that I would cry for comfort...)

Kate: "Ugh, I'm going back to my room."

Alfons: "Are you still trying to play strong? Really... you're so hopeless, little 'Robin'."

Alfons: "Chances are that if you go back to your room alone, you'll end up tormented by your thoughts over and over again."

Alfons: "I guess you're not good at taking a breather... how pitiful."

Alfons: "Shall I help you forget everything?"

Kate: "Huh...?"

His arm wrapped around my waist.

His hand in the black leather glove cupped my cheek affectionately.

Alfons: "At times like this, all you need to do is to empty your head, exhaust yourself and fall asleep."

Kate: "Empty my head...?"

Alfons: "Yes, empty it."

His hand released my cheek, then slowly slid down my neck to trace the area around my collarbone invitingly.

(....oh, that's what he means)

Kate: "No chance, certainly not what you're suggesting."

Alfons: "Just interacting with someone will take your mind off things. Isn't that better than being alone?"

Kate: "That's ---"

Alfons: "You can just blame it all on me."

Alfons: "It's not your fault... It's my fault for tempting you."

Alfons: "It's as simple as that."

Alfons: "Don't worry, I won't do anything you'd object to."

His words were sweet as cotton candy,

They slipped into the cracks of my wounded heart.

(What should I do...)

No matter how tired I was, normally I would be able to completely and unequivocally reject such an obvious and dangerous temptation.

Kate: "...... Are you sure you won't do anything I'd mind?"

Alfons: "Yes, of course. I don't like to force things."

~~~

Kate: "Nn....h, .....mn.......n."

Alfons: "Nn...... heh, you're good at kissing."

(I knew it was a mistake to invite him into the room ---)

It was only meant to be a heart to heart conversation about my worries.

Before I knew it, our lips were savouring each other; my body at the mercy of his insolent hands.

Kate: "Why, are we doing this.... nn?"

Alfons: "It's because... you didn't seem to mind, of course."

Kate: "Aah......"

As our tongues intertwined in another deep kiss, I felt his hands begin to undo my clothes.

His practised movements and his clear familiarity with the task made the depths of my chest ache for some reason.

(...I can't do this after all)

Kate: "Um, Alfons, I don't..."

Alfons: "Listen, Kate. It's pointless objecting."

Kate: "Ah....."

He pressed my shoulder reproachfully, causing me to land backwards on the bed.

Alfons: "You need to properly empty your head... right?"

Kate: "But..."

He bit the edge of his glove, then quickly took it off and tossed it under the bed.

Kate: "Are you going to touch my neck...?"

Alfons had the power to twist reality in one's head just by touching the nape of their neck and whispering with intent.

The ability to turn black into white, strangers into lovers, bad things into good things.

Alfons: "What would you like to do? I'm fine with either."

Alfons: "So far, you've managed to escape the painful reality of your own volition..."

Alfons: "In the end, it's just a momentary pleasure. Why not enjoy it until the end with full clarity?"

His lips were back on mine again. Any objection I might have voiced drowned in the sounds of our kisses.

All attempts to regain my senses were stifled as his tongue and fingers stirred my body and deprived me of any rational thought.

Kate: "Ahh......, Alfons......"

(What should I do?)

(What should I do, what should I do?)

(This feels so good)

It became impossible to think of anything else.

Alfons: "Heh... you really like it when I touch you here. Do you want me to play with it a lot more?"

Kate: "Ahh, ah, ahh, no."

Alfons: "No? You don't like it? How can you say that when you make such a mess?"

Kate: "No, nn, ahhhh ---"

Before I knew it, I was drowning in the depths of pleasure I had been pushed so far I was unable to crawl out.

Alfons: "....heh, please don't tighten so much."

When I looked up, gasping for breath, his skin looked slightly flushed.

(....huh?)

With the stimulus that squeezed and shaken my core, my whole body suddenly became hot.

Alfons: "Ahh, what's the matter? Are you about to come already?"

(Wha... what?)

When I nodded in desperation, Alfons smiled wickedly.

Alfons: "Go ahead, feel free to come as much as you want."

Kate: "Ahh?! Ah, n-ahhhh ---- !!"

~~~

(Ahhhh.....)

(What have I done ----!)

With the happy chirping of birds providing blissful sounds in the background, I grabbed the sheet, feeling as if all the blood had just drained from me.

I couldn't even use being drunk as an excuse to forget last night.

After all, I didn't have a single drop of alcohol.

Alfons: "Yawn.... Oh, Kate, you're awake already?"

Alfons: "It's so early. Though, may I say I'm glad you're looking healthier today."

He yawned lazily and rested his elbows on the pillow.

Kate: "............... How can you be so calm?"

Alfons: "? It's been an ordinary morning so far."

For some reason, my heart throbbed at his words, and I couldn't help but fall silent.

(I knew that Alfons had... rather loose morals, but)

(Seriously, this kind of thing as a daily occurrence...?)

Alfons: "I was ready for a slap on the cheek..."

Alfons: "Why are you making such a cute face?"

Kate: "That's what you say to everyone, don't you?"

Alfons: "Haha! Isn't that adorable? Are you jealous?"

Kate: "Huh...!? Jealous..."

Remembering the pain I felt in my chest just a moment earlier, I couldn't straight out deny it.

Alfons: "Please don't ask me for sincerity and pure love."

Alfons: "It felt good, didn't it? You moaned so loud and came so hard that by the end you passed out."

Kate: "Wha...!?"

Alfons: "Isn't it great to have a convenient partner for such activities?"

Alfons: "Shall we do it again?"

Alfons, who had been stretched out on the bed so far, suddenly pulled himself up and laid on top of me.

Kate: "Y-you told me you wouldn't do anything I'd dislike, but you're a liar...!"

Alfons: "It didn't look like you disliked it."

Kate: "Ugh...., ugh...!"

I recalled my last night's behaviour.

When he kissed me, when he touched me, did I utter even one word of genuine refusal ---

Alfons: "You know, your worst habit is to overthink things."

Kate: "....ah!?"

Alfons: "See here? Your little pleasure spot."

Kate: "S-stop... no, ah, nnnoo.."

Kate: "Stop it ---!"

And just as he had anticipated would happen, a loud slap shook the morning air.

~~~

It was to be kept an absolute secret from Alfons that I felt unusually light that day, as if my recent weariness were just a figment of my imagination.

~~~

[heartfullofleeches]

what about reader who's poor and works at 2 jobs, then the worshipper god saw their situation and surprised them with wealth?

"Just a minute!"

Trays of food in hand, you race around the small dinner; giving each table its order. You drop a check off at one, nearly losing balance of the second plate as another customer shouts for your attention elsewhere. The restaurant was packed; a blame mainly to be put on some event in town. You were the only one currently on the wait staff as your other coworker was taking their break and the called in sick.

You hurry over to the customer. From the redness of their face- something tells you this won't be good.

"What can I do for you?"

"Does this look like tea to you?" The customer shows you their mug filled with a murky liquid. Hot chocolate.

"I'm so sorry about that. I'll go get that changed for you.-" You grab the cup, but they place their hand over yours before you can take it.

"You wouldn't have to be sorry if you did your job right. I've waited six minutes for you to come, and I want a discount for the wasted time."

You purse your lips. "I'll see what I can do about that..."

"Pardon me? I believe you have my drink."

You look behind you. A hooded figure stands holding another mug and looking at the customer. They don’t meet your gaze; shying away from it if you saw correctly. They place it on the table.

"I have your tea. It was sent to me by a simple mistake. This establishment is filled to the brime and they are only one person so give them a break. Drink it."

The customer huffs. "I'm not drinking that! Your fingers have been all over it and its probably cold."

The figure leans in. "Drink it."

The customer's eyes turn cloudy. They pick up the mug and down the tea; half of the filling their mouth and half splattering over their shirt. In a sudden change of demeanor, the stranger offers you a shy smile.

"May I?"

You nod. You don't remember seeing them at any table - but you weren't going to complain.

"Thank you." The figure picks up the hot chocolate. They bring the cup to their mouth; hands shaking more vigorously the closer they get to their lips. Their body relaxes when they touch the rim; an indirect touch between them and your hand. Bliss before they even took a sip.

They finally start to drink. The chocolate is like warm now, but drinking it warms their spirit like a cosy fire. It was just cheap store bought stuff, but they treat it like it was the finest brand in the world. They consume every drop, licking the porcelain to get that remaining dribble. What an interesting experience.

"Marvelous...."

Just then, your coworker walks from the back; notebook in hand. "Yo, Y/n! It's your turn to take a break."

Thank God.

"Coming!"

You walk past the figure and head to the back; their eyes trained on your shrinking form.

-

You walk outside the backdoor and sit on the porch. There's no breakroom, so this was the only place you could do to get the smell of burnt eggs out your nose. The back alley was cold and bleak. As depressing as it sounded, this was the highlight if your day. You grab your phone, checking the schedule of your second job. That shift started only fifteen minutes after this one ended. You were exhausted, but desperately needed the cash.

You lean back; head against the worn metal door and eyes pointed at the sky. How long would your life be like this? You've been stuck in dead in jobs for the better part of five years now. At least you have enough to cover bills, but there wasn't much left after that. You just need one break - other than the one you're currently on.

"E- excuse me?'"

You look ahead. A person stands over you. You recognize them by the sound of their voice; hood pulled back. Strange marks lined the left half of their face. You try not to look at them. They make your head hurt.

"I am at an understanding that you are low on funds, and wish to provide aid."

"I'm not sure how you know that, but I'm not sure there's any other service I can give you aside from some soggy waffles."

"Oh! No. I do not require any exchange. I've heard that your kind gives its currency to their idols without expecting much in return, and I want to do the same. I believe this can be used for monitory value."

The stranger extends their arms; the skin pulling away to reveal a small void in place of their veins. Galaxies swirl within the folds of their flesh. A single gold coin falling into your apron. You pick it up to look at it. Out falls another, and another; the shower continuing until your lap is completely filled with gold to the point that it's spilling over the streets. You attempt to catch it all; brain in shock, but able to function well enough to tell you to as such. The deity bows before you.

"I hope this is enough to earn your favor for the time being. My only prayer is that you live a fulfilling life so I can bask in the afterglow of your happiness. I shall take my leave to avoid stealing more of your time. Thank you again, my grace."

They vanish in a clash of white light. Leaving you alone in an alley with a small mountain of gold in your lap. Your body trembles as you process what just happened. You'll probably have to take the rest of the day off to recover.

[archivalofsins]

You won't tolerate sin?

Let's get right back into this! When we finished off the last post we were still discussing question seven of Kotoko's second written interrogation.

This post is a direct continuation of the last post. In this we'll be discussing Kotoko's mindset towards the law and sin. I hope some people can find enjoyment from it.

Q.07 Why did you choose law school?

Kotoko: Because I had some doubts about it. That's my excuse for wanting to study it. I think complaining about something you don't fully understand is disgraceful.

Why this phrasing of her answer is being used is explained in depth in the first part. Now let's get back into it for real-

You won't tolerate sin?

"Yes. I despise evil."

I want readers to really let what Kotoko said sink in. She doesn't say she despises criminals or crime. She states that she won't tolerate sin or evil.

The failure to distinguish between these things is what I believe is tripping people up about Kotoko the most.

For example a good while back I saw people being surprised about how Kotoko went from this,

Q.03 Do you think any other prisoners who committed the same sin as you deserve to be forgiven?

Kotoko: Of course. Haven’t I already said that I believe my actions have been correct?

Q.16 How do you feel about extenuating circumstances?

Kotoko: I think it’s important to consider. I don’t believe it’s true that all crime is inherently evil, so obviously the situation should be taken into account.

Q.20  What do you consider “evil”?

Kotoko: The persecution of the weak and innocent.

To this,

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but for now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate.

Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself.

Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……! [TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.]

Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

Yet if we all take a moment to really look at what she's said and her wording closely. How she called Mikoto a villain but says the other's existence is a crime. The way she differentiates between criminals and evil.

Mikoto (John) is a criminal because his existence itself goes against Milgram's rules. As Jackalope said during the second trial commencement notice due to Mikoto (John's) existence Mikoto has been left free and unrestrained by Milgram's rules. Making it difficult for them to fully punish him.

One could say he's aiding and abetting Mikoto the prisoner by simply being there. Which is why Kotoko refers to his existence as a crime but tells Mikoto to his face that he's a villain.

As well as why she states she doesn't think all crime is inherently evil while remaining so certain she should be forgiven. Because she believes what she did was not evil. That what she did wasn't a sin. Because it was the only way to make the world better.

She's just making the necessary sacrifices for the betterment of society in her mind that could never be a sin.

"I did kill someone, as you say. This is the one reason why I believe in the power of Milgram. But I only took a life for the sake of protecting the weak from the absolute evil. I became a shield of the weak, because I am the fangs of the weak. Even when there is someone who blames me for my actions, such as you, Es..."

"From the beginning I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing Earth closer to peace. Useless Weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!"

Q.13 Do you have any regrets?

Kotoko: No.

"I don't have a single regret."

Kotoko states that the reason she believes in the power of Milgram is because she has in fact killed someone. If we consider this statement along with her admission from earlier that she believes Milgram was made by someone who finds the current way of discerning sin unsound.

Someone whose goal she believes is,

"Determining the good and evil of the truth."

Then Kotoko may believe in the power of Milgram so fully from the beginning not just because it could discern she killed someone but because it could discern she was a sinner. Something she won't even admit to herself let alone consider.

I'm not only saying this because it aligns well with my attempt to distinguish between crime and sin when it comes to Kotoko or even because if Milgram discerning she's killed someone was the only reason she believed in it then anyone with internet access and an interest in press confrences would be someone she believed in. What she did isn't a government secret or anything there are news articles on it that she's seen and shown us.

Unless Milgram discovered something that even the public doesn't know. Something that Kotoko herself doesn't even want to look at.

The thing she's been shielding her eyes from since this all started.

“UNDER” Swaying to and fro? Laughable justice-

"Laugh and I can get to like myself."

"Shall we replace the poor soul, and the miserable delusion."

"I could be deluding myself with wishful thinking."

You are the-so-called "Sinner" that you despise so much.-"They’re still here, still here, it grates me."

Over the course of the series Kotoko has shown that to cope with and avoid self-reflecting she fixates on the errors of others to feel better about herself. This is pushed more to the forefront in her second trial song. However, this mindset of hers is also present within her first voice drama as well.

During that she consistently deflects and highlights issues with the others to the extent that Es has to remind her she's no different from them,

"How about it? Do you understand me as a person now?"

Can I say something?

"What is it?"

Kotoko, you are a murderer.

...

You are a prisoner of Milgram, and beyond doubt, a killer. You are the-so-called "Sinner" that you despise so much. Don't forget you yourself are in a position to be judged.

"Sigh... "A murderer". Is that so? Trying to remind me of my low position in the hierarchy of this place? Don't disappoint me. Well, maybe it doesn't matter."

Notice how she latches onto the term murderer over sinner. She knows what she did was a crime. She doesn't hesitate to admit it was murder because that's a technical term that describes the act of taking another living things life. That's fine, that's not a charcter flaw. It doesn't make her a bad or irredeemable human being.

She's not evil. A crime is a crime sure but not all crime is evil. She can still be a good person and a murderer. Because not every crime committed is a sin. Anyone who's human could understand why she felt this was the only way to move forward.

In fact,

So, you think the act of killing itself does not bear the concept of good or evil?

"Well, if you put it bluntly, it does mean that. There are times when it's your only option if you truly want to protect the weak. To hone in on the point, what I did was,

"An action taken out of necessity in order to protect the rights of myself and others in the face of an urgent and illegal crime."

You understand what that means, right?"

Criminal Law, Paragraph 36, Article 1. Justifiable Self-Defense.

"Looks like someone knows it by heart. So, in reality if my case were taken to judiciary, they too would see it as justifiable self-defense."

That is Japan's Judiciary Judgment. Me deciding whether or not to forgive you, Milgram deciding whether or not to forgive you... is a totally different matter.

I would like to take a moment to point out how Kotoko says if while knowing full and well she was taken to court for this already. Just another friendly reminder that the prisoners can lie outright, withhold information, and do whatever is within their power to make themselves look better through their voice dramas and interrogation questions.

Further emphasizing just how much Kotoko honestly believes her methods and the outcomes of them are not bad. Because was purposely vague about being taken to court in her first voice drama and continues to use incredibly subjective wording to her advantage making it even clearer what she does willfully disclose are simply beliefs she in no way believes are wrong.

Which is literally why several people in this prison over the course of trial two have made degrading remarks in regards to her sanity and intelligence.

Also, Kotoko weaponizing the legal system in this way further highlights that she is no different from the sinners she claims to despise earlier-

"Hurting the innocent through violence, taking from others, killing people... I can't stand it at all! There are too many cases of The Law being unable to deliver a verdict to sinning. Just by exploiting loopholes in the law, the sinners who have bullied and tortured the weak can still live out their lives unpunished! I want to change this world but I alone only have so much power!"

Despite saying all this earlier in her voice drama as soon as her morality is called into question by Es she falls back on the legal system that she doubts so much. To the point that Es has to remind her that the thing about Milgram she was just praising can also be used on her.

Kotoko to her own admission has never been persecuted and how she deals with Es during her trial one interrogation shows that.

Q.18 Have you ever personally been persecuted in the past?

Kotoko: I haven’t. But are you trying to say that if you haven’t had those experiences you can’t hate evildoers?

She consistently gushes over Milgram's system as though she's not at the mercy of it. Attempts to bargain with someone in a position of authority over her as though they are equals. Then reminds said authority figure of their own shortcomings to reaffirm her own necessity within this setting.

Q.17 Tell me what the merit is in working with you.

Kotoko: I will act according to your will. I can also act as your guard. Have you forgotten that you were about to die before?

Then blatantly questions if it matters whether Es disappoints her or not.

"Well, maybe it doesn't matter."

Without really elaborating on why she said that.

In contrast to her muddled feelings on Es she really only has praise to give to Milgram as a system throughout her first voice drama.

Kotoko...

"To be honest, I don't know your true intentions- And I don't know if you're a similar person to me with similar thoughts. In the end I could be deluding myself with wishful thinking. Even still, this place has multiple methods of deducing good from evil."

"To me, MILGRAM'S very nature has a kind of charm to it."

Notice how here she says the law is unable to deliver a verdict on sinning not on crime. This ties into her answer about why she began studying law those doubts/suspicions of hers. Because the law can't punish all sin.

This plays into Deep Cover a great deal too.

A lot of people got things twisted. Kotoko isn't judging crimes,

She's judging sins.

Sinners not Criminals.

Lick that sin and oppose punishment./Hate evil as the evil that it is.

This mindset of hers ties into what she says about the prisoners over the course of Deep Cover.

So let's go over them all one at a time.

“UNDER” Doltish, a codependency of the weak - “UNDER” Doltish “001 Parasite”.

Doltish

Meaning

Cambridge Dictionary: Stupid.

Merriam-Webster: As in stupid, not having or showing an ability to absorb ideas readily.

Weakness

Description quote

“I wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling.”

"The word I tried to say was “You’re unfair”, and those words thought how pitiful I am." - "If I tried and couldn’t say it, you would get angry at me and say “You’re hopeless.”." - "If only I could do what anyone else could do."

MILGRAM / Character Voice Trailer [Full Ver.]

"Then what should have I done instead?! Tell me! Tell me so even I can understand!"

But Gunsli ignorance isn't a sin. Yes you're right. Kotoko is implying that Haruka's ineptitude led to his sin.

The sin itself is in the title of Parasite.

Doltish “001 Parasite”

Haruka's sin in Kotoko's eyes is more than likely sloth. Viewing him as nothing more than a parasite that latches onto and feeds off the weak.

"A codependency of the weak."

"Parasite."

Something Milgram highlights well through his second trial glitched voice line.

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!! Making you waste your life on someone like me...!!"

The series also alludes to this through his first song Weakness. Through having him constantly lament over how he wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling but he was in denial.

While having him go if only I could do the things other could over and over. Despite him repeating for all to here he wished he couldn't do those things. He wished he was a pitied and loved weakling that everyone would put their attention into.

He was in denial saying that he couldn't do it he wants to be the person that can't because that's the person who gets the most attention.

"The right future unfairly chose the wrong me."/ "If with one click, and I can reset everything- Can I be your favorite this time?"

I wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling. I was in denial, I was in denial- I just had to make sure.

Isn't odd how no one has really discussed Haruka's victim staying the same size and age in contrast to him being older in his second music video. I haven't really seen people discussing that so much as trying to focus on how his victim could be related to him. I think it's a really interesting tidbit though.

As it highlights Haruka's relationship with age well. It highlights how envious he is of animals and young children simply because since they are small, weak, and assumed to be ignorant they're doted on. They're given the attention that he wants.

Milgram emphasizes this through one of Futa's second interrogation questions. Futa displays concern for Haruka because he assumes he'd be hopeless without him but in trial two he flatly states this when asked about him-

Q.02 What do you think of Haruka?

Futa: I can’t afford to be worrying about other people at the moment Anyway, he’s not a little kid.

Mikoto even highlights that he's grown into a good man when Haruka wishes him a happy birthday.

The more capable Haruka is the less likely he is to get what he wants the only reason he's become comfortable with being competent is because he has Mu to fall back on for the doting he wants. Outside of that Haruka takes the easiest path to get the attention he wants regardless of if that attention is negative or positive.

Stating he will continue killing to be their good boy while also lamenting how long he'll have to do this as if he isn't choosing to do it-

"You praised me by saying “You’re crazy.” Thank you, I’ll do my best-How many more times do I have to do this so I can be human?" - "I will keep on killing to be a good boy."

He'll do anything to be this persons good boy except literally stop doing the thing they keep reprimanding him for doing. Complaining about his circumstances but not really putting much of an effort in to change them.

Sloth is not just pure laziness.

This is why I like the depiction of Sloth in Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood the best. Because it is the practice of doing something over and over not because it yields the best results but because it is simplest.

Even if the work is hard, even if one doesn't like it, they do it because their slothful and it's the only thing they can think of doing it's the closest thing they can reach because it's what they've always done and reflecting on why that is would be far more difficult than just continuing as is.

They dig the hole deeper because the only thing they know how to do is dig and they don't want to learn anything else. Sloth is beyond laziness it is a dedication to avoiding growth in all forms and where all sin spawns from.

However the prisoners themselves are a mix of sins just like any person would be. Meaning I could see Haruka's behavior as Sloth, but some might see it as envy.

Q.20 Did you hate the person you killed?

Haruka: I wonder if I did- I was jealous of them.

Both would be just as reasonable. Because people are complex.

Let's use Yuno as an example on the surface she'd appear to be lust- Even Kotoko can see that.

“UNDER” Obscene, pulling all cords to stay warm- “UNDER” Obscene “002 Slut”

Lust: "I want to be with you as many times as I can. Just the two of us, I feel a little tingle inside. Our love links us together. Just me alone, the warmth starts fading away. Let’s reload the warmth."-“Let’s just do it, please smile? Hooked up till the morning to this sweet “Umbilical Cable” Let’s just do it, please smile?"

However she also makes statements that could lean towards sloth as well. Such as her first glitched voiceline.

"I won't be bothered......."

This is also something Kotoko's lines about her call to attention through the lyric-

"Pulling all cords to stay warm."

Implying what Yuno has shown over the course of trial two- That she will cut people off if they can no longer provide the warmth she's seeking.

"Caressing me with your “Good girl”. Who needs your self-righteous pardon? I’m the one who chose, let you and you and you all in."- "So nauseating...so creepy...will you please disappear."

“Phew. Anyway!”

However, Yuno's narrative fits the moral and spiritual definition of the sin lust.

Even down to the point of bringing up adultery in her very first voice drama.

"For example, news outlets; they always make a big fuss about aldutery, inappropriate comments, immodesty, and so on right?"

"Isn't it odd? Even though you're a prison guard, you're about my age, aren't you? Or even a little younger? And then they start criticizing the people who make an appearance there. Don't you think it's all ridiculous? There's no end to how much people punish one another outside of the law."

Yuno's mindset from the beginning made it pretty clear that she wouldn't be a fan of Kotoko's mindset.

"That's right. You know those people who just want to convince themselves- So, they intrude on other people's affairs even though it's not their place? I despise them. That's what I was saying they only do that to make themselves feel better, don't they? Those people don't actually end up doing anything."

While working to foreshadow it and her own change of attitude during trial two.

Yuno...

"No matter how many chilling memories I had to go through, those people never gave me any warmth."

"Pulling all cords to stay warm."

Don't care.

"Look, look. It's impossible, isn't it? To break out into a cold sweat over a face that cute."

In the same way it would be just as easy to consider Mu Pride. Given her focus on being queen.

“UNDER” Incessant, this sorry round-robin of who’s queen- “UNDER” Incessant “004 Phony Queen”

Though there's also a bit of envy within Mu's character. More envy than pride in my opinion.

"If you want to betray from jealousy." - "Take more and more (honey) and devote to me."

"God gave me everything, everything is as I wish."

Phony Queen

But if you don't give me what you have too, then-

"You know what’s gonna happen ON YOU!"

"I’ve got EVERYTHING, everything is as I wish."

Envy is believing that when someone else receives good fortune than you're losing out-

"If I was gone, If I had just disappeared- I overheard, I found out. How much I’m not needed." - "Why won’t you stop hurting me? My heart is all dried up. My sorry spells must be wearing off."- "Just one more time before saying goodbye. I’m just kidding, please forget I said that."

Hence the hourglass which has been used to represent a reversal of fortune throughout Mu's songs. It doesn't matter how big or small it is if someone else is succeeding an envious person feels like they're failing. Some people going through that will do anything to feel like they're back on top again.

Incessant

Meanings

Collins Dictionary: An incessant process or activity is one that continues without stopping.

Merriam Webster: Continuing or following without interruption

Cambridge Dictionary: Never stopping, especially in an annoying or unpleasant way.

"My sorry spells must be wearing off." - "“I’m sorry” won’t reach anyone I hope it will someday." - "I don’t want tomorrow to come, I want to forget yesterday I was miserable, someone please help me."

"I want to feel “alive”, is it ok if I breathe?"

"I am always the drama (Phony) queen."

"The stabbing of the little devil's voice, counterattack being a suicide note- “I love YOU”."

"If you’re going to make me the villain. It’s ok to ignore me."/"Hey..why don't you listen to me...? I'm telling you... Hey...HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

Now onto the glutton-

“UNDER” Doomed, a peddling flower thief - “UNDER” Doomed “005 Dissection Pawn”

"Those cards of promise I discarded. Were they retribution for my incessant taking?"

"Killing, extracting, I still won’t see them again."

"“Throw down”, someone’s value- Cannot be the same as another. “Throw down” should choose between superiority or inferiority."

Proud, complacent in prosperity- They did not give any help to the poor and needy.

"After stabbing you with my words, the blood started to flow. And slowly stained my white. Hey, you remember what it feels like? The feeling to take away in order to give?"

"It becomes more and more diluted, it doesn’t have any flavor even if it’s chewed. If it’s not needed, I’m not interested."

“UNDER” Concealing, coveting, glass half empty or full? -“UNDER” Concealing “007 Deceiver”

Kazui come on and spell it out for them-

I don't think Star or I need to explain more than this picture with Kazui.

"Coveting"

Me: Kazui what are you doing there? Kazui: Oh, you know this old school thing called-coveting my neighbors spouse. Kotoko: ! Sin- SINNER!EVIL! Me: Oh, Kazui you- They all know you're married. You kidder! Almost had me there for a second you really did. Kazui: Ha, ha- Yeah... Kotoko: Hm... he's hiding something. Deceiver then.

"Only if your heart would change but that’s not possible."/ "Hey, so what if I said I liked-liked you, what would you do?"

Q.08 Which do you prioritise between logic and feelings?

Kazui: I put my feelings first and it ended badly. So I don’t want to act just based on feelings again.

Q.13 Who do you want to see right now?

Kazui: They won’t see me anymore.

"I just wanted to touch, to caress. I just wanted to be touched." - "I just got a little greedy."

"What I gave up a long time ago. Why is it questioning me now?"

There's as many apples in the world as there are fish in the sea but people tend to focus the most on the ones that got away.

"So it’s wrong? Oh shove that! INNOCENT, isn’t that right? Maybe, perhaps... or... could it come true... like It’s for the sake of true love, who wouldn’t lie for that?"- "Lick that sin and oppose punishment."

Q.08 What are your parent’s occupations?

Kotoko: They’re just the normal office worker and housewife. Did you want me to be born in with some unique circumstances?

Again as Kotoko told us in trial one, she's had a normal childhood, one where she didn't have to face any persecution.

This answer serves to further highlighted this. By showing off that she not only lived in a two-parent household as brought up during her trial one written interrogation,

Q.08   Tell us your family structure.

Kotoko: Grandmother, father, mother, older brother.

Yet, it shows that her parents are probably not financially well off. Kotoko is their youngest child by her own admission. Chances are her parents spoil her a great deal. Especially considering she's going to a top university and from question nine admits to only having begun working after taking leave from university.

She also admits to have started taking martial arts classes from a young age as well something that isn't free.

Q.04  When did you start learning martial arts?

Kotoko: When I was in primary school, I think? Without enough power, justice won’t be upheld.

All this on the salary of one office worker. We have a pretty good example of how office workers are doing from Mikoto. That's some love right there from Mr.Yuzuriha. Plus, Kotoko could just decide to take a leave from school out of the blue without really being reprimanded about it to the point that she was very blunt about dropping out at the beginning of her first voice drama.

The idea that she may be a bit spoiled and used to things going her way is even displayed by how she carries herself throughout her first voice drama. Not accepting that she herself is a prisoner and consistently attempting to distinguish herself from the others.

Now I was going to say maybe she was paying for some of these things through part time work or taking student loans who are we to say.

However again question nine throws the idea of it being paid through part time work right out the window. Since Kotoko is uncertain if what she was doing even counts as a part time job or not,

Q.09 Do you have any experience working part time?

Kotoko: After taking my absence of leave from university, I did some journalism here and there, so if it counts I guess it’s a part time.

She was probably doing freelance journalism. This would explain why she's uncertain as to if it would count as part time or not because at that point she'd be deciding her own hours. This would also explain how she knew who to go to in order to get the information she needed in Harrow.

However, it wouldn't change the fact that she started doing that after taking her leave from Law School. Meaning while she was going to school, she was solely a student. We don't know Kotoko's living situation, but she was probably still receiving support from her parents during that time.

So, her father's office worker salary not only provides a home life with no concerns for financial issues, but also allows Kotoko to partake in extracurricular activities and afford to not only study but attend law school. Along with the supplements she takes on a consistent basis and all the other frivolous stuff in that basement room we see her in.

Though when it comes to the stuff in the basement she could have gotten that from the pay received for her journalism work after she took her leave from college. It would also explain why she was looking over all those articles and it also implies that she may have wrote those articles herself.

Something that further complicates her case because that would just mean she never looked for any outside information she was just working off of her own work the whole time. Along with comments on said work.

The last two questions are sort of interesting because it creates this image of Kotoko being a spoiled youngest child with doting parents and possibly an overprotective big brother. The last one is just hilarious to consider because those articles that we see her referencing and looking over in Harrow could technically just be written by her now.

Further emphasizing the fact that she just draws her own conclusions and works off of those without asking anyone else.

Whelp with that I'm finally done and caught up until her next question comes out. I guess.

[electrikworm]

5 times Wrecker protected his siblings and 5 times they protected him: Chapter 7

Early into their active duty, Wrecker is badly injured on a mission. Tech is left to try and get his vod out of danger, all whilst blaming himself for Wrecker being hurt in the first place.

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Content warning: Blood and injury, eye injury

Very hastily edited chapter! Probably lots of mistakes in it

Hunter's physically 20 in this, Tech 19 and Wrecker and Crosshair are about late 17.

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“Hurry up Wrecker.“ Tech hisses into his comm, taking out two B1's marching through the narrow door only using one of his blasters. There's a few seconds of silence, no more droids advancing on his immediate position, and that's all Tech needs to get the door closed. He'll have some semblance of peace to extract the data they need.

If Wrecker gets the generator running again.

“I could hurry if your directions were better.” Wrecker answers. Tech sighs.

“How kriffing hard is it to follow 'two lefts, then a right'? It's one corridor away from the one I'm in.” Tech has no idea how Wrecker is taking so long. Luckily the data they need has to be deleted manually, and Tech can prevent anyone from doing that himself. But if the generator is destroyed before Wrecker gets there, the mission will be a write off either way.

“Yeah, yeah.” Wrecker says, blaster fire heard in the background. “Think I found it.” Tech doesn't comment on the amount of time it took him to do so again.

“Get it running. Remember what I told you?” Tech says.

“Yeah, I know. A switch or something.” Those are not the exact words Tech used, but correcting Wrecker would be a pointless waste of time. “I see it.”

Finally. For a moment, the terminal in front of Tech powers up, but just as he moves to extract the data, it goes dark again. “Wrecker, what did you do?” Tech snaps. This mission has been dragging on for far too long, required too much effort, to fail now. It's only their fourth mission. It being unsuccessful would reflect very badly on them as a team.

“I didn't do anything! The kriffing switch won't stay flipped!” Wrecker responds far too loud.

“Then hold it down.” Tech says. The door won't keep the droids out forever. He won't be able to fend them off and extract the data.

Tech hears blaster fire over the comm, then Wrecker groaning in annoyance. “Fine. But if I get shot, I'm blaming you.” Tech doesn't acknowledge Wreckers comment.

The power comes on, permanently this time, and Tech gets to work. It's not a hard job. No wonder they were fighting so hard to destroy the terminal, the thing has so little going for it in terms of security, Tech's confident any member of Clone Force 99 could have took his place.

“How you getting on Tech?” Hunters says through the comm channel, sounding strained.

“Almost done, just a few more seconds.” As he speaks, the transfer of the data, locations of new droid factories, is complete. “I'm finished. However, the information stored on this terminal has abysmal protection. I could potentially extract more intel.”

Hunter stays quiet for a moment before answering. “Get what ever you can Tech.”

Tech's a few seconds in when he gets interrupted again, this time by Wrecker. “What's taking you so long?” he complains.

“I will be done soon. Be patient.” Tech hopes Wrecker gets the message that he doesn't want to be disturbed again. He doesn't.

“I don't like this...” Wrecker complains further.

“I'm well aware.” Tech says. “As said, I won't take much longer. Just hold the switch and let me work.”

Just as the last word leaves Techs mouth, a deafening noise transmits from Wreckers comlink and something shakes the entire separatist base. Techs ears are left ringing as he desperately tries to regain a feel for his surroundings. How did he end up on the floor? Fighting against the pain in his head, he pulls himself up with the help of the terminal.

The terminal is dead again, and going off of the noises it's making, this time for good.

“Wrecker?” Tech tries to contact his brother. Nothing but static answers him.

Panic threatens to grip Tech as he opens the door and runs out in the direction he sent Wrecker, shooting the droids that had been trying to break in to the room on his way out.

“What happened?” Hunter asks over the comm. “There was a huge surge of electricity.”

“They overloaded the systems to destroy the data. Wrecker's not answering his comm.” Tech says, not halting the sprint in his brother's direction. Tech should have known they'd try something like this. It's his job to know things, to warn his brothers of them. His inability may have just gotten Wrecker killed.

Crosshair swearing is the only response Tech gets.

Tech rounds the last corner leading to the generator and spots the consequences of the overload. Smoke and rubble and twisted pieces of metal, and between it all, the just recognizable glint of white of his brothers helmet.

There are droids swarming this corridor as well, but they've took a hit from the explosion too. In the confusion and low visibility, Tech dispatches of them close to his record speed.

Wrecker isn't buried under any of the debris, and the rise and fall of his chest let Tech know he's alive. He's far from unscathed Tech notes as he crouches next to his brother. Most of the damage is contained to Wreckers left side, armor missing or cracked. Even his helmet is cracked, Tech observes. When he tilts his brothers head to the right gently to get a better look, he's faced with a grim sight.

The left side of Wreckers helmet isn't just cracked, it's almost entirely gone. A bloody mess of electrical burns and torn skin lay where the armor should be, as far down as his arm and chest, all the way up and across his face. Worryingly close to his eye. It's hard to see the extent of the damage under all the blood flowing over his face, clinging to his short hair.

Tech doesn't have time to linger, instead wrapping his arms around his brothers chest and starting to drag him. Wrecker's always so much heavier than Tech remembers. Tech needs to contact Hunter and Crosshair, needs to at least try and stop some of Wreckers bleeding, but not here.

Tech drags Wrecker into another room to the side, one with a functioning door, unlike the room the generator used to be in. Ideally, Tech would just continue getting both of them out of the facility. He can't risk Wrecker dying from blood loss on the way.

Tech updates his conscious brothers as he flicks his torch on. He can see somewhat in the dark through his visor, but he needs more light to asses the situation properly. There isn't much he can do for Wrecker, so the little amount of bacta spray and hastily applied bandages will have to do. As Tech had feared, Wreckers eye doesn't look good.

It's an undeniable fact that Wreckers future is uncertain. The role Tech played in causing this uncertainty isn't lost on him. If the Kaminoans decide to decommission Wrecker, that he isn't worth the effort it would take to fix him, his blood is on Techs hands.

Whilst Wrecker stays unconscious throughout, his body does react when Tech does something that seems to worsens his pain. His disorientated noises of distress worry Tech. The high voltage of the generator overloading may have caused Wrecker permanent brain damage on top of the now certain ocular trauma he's sustained.

An eye can be replaced, damage to the brain is not as easily fixed.

Not that it isn't already. It's soaked into his gloves, splattered onto his breastplate. When Tech resumes dragging Wrecker, his brothers head lolls to the side, coming to rest against Tech's helmet, no doubt staining that red too.

Wrecker's helmet was beyond saving, it's purpose negated by the jagged edges left where it cracked, threatening to dig themselves into Wreckers skin. Tech leaves it on the floor where he placed it.

Hunter and Crosshair know of the situation now, said they'd try and get to Tech and their downed vod if they could. The state Wreckers in, Tech wouldn't risk waiting around for them even if he was certain they'd get to him.

It's a tedious job. Dragging Wreckers full weight is exhausting, strain put on Techs legs and back already painfully clear. The droids don't make it any easier. There are far less of them marching down the halls now then there were when he and Wrecker first made their entrance. Still enough to make Tech have to stop and clear them out ever so often.

Every time he's forced to do so, to let go of his brother, Tech is plagued by a wave of fear. If Tech is even a moment too slow, if just one shot is fired low, the consequences for Wrecker could be fatal.

At some point, a droid hits Tech in the back of his shoulder, but he doesn't have time to think of the pain spreading down his arm. Not when his kih'vod is bleeding out in enemy territory.

When Tech hears Hunter's voice, not over the comm, but behind him, Tech almost collapses in relief.

The rest of the way back to the Marauder is a blur. The pain in Tech's shoulder gets worse, even though he doesn't have to carry Wrecker alone any more. Wrecker's condition seems to only worsen.

By the time they've gotten him on the ship, he's semi conscious. Not that that's a good thing. All he does is writhe as unintelligible strings of words laced with pain fall from his lips. They can't even get him onto the sleeping rack he's squirming so much.

So Crosshair and Tech sit on the floor, desperately trying to keep their brother calm as they treat what they can of his injuries as Hunter flies the ship. Kamino's closest, so that's where they go.

“Can the medical stations even handle 99's?” Crosshair hisses as where to go is brought up. Tech doesn't know. None of them have been injured badly enough in the field to find out.

Kamino may be close, but there are still hours of hyperspace travel between them and the planet. Hours in which they have to keep Wrecker alive with what they have on hand. The painkillers get him to calm down somewhat, but in the end, Tech has to hold Wrecker the whole time Crosshair stills the bleeding.

Wrecker's injuries look even worse in this light. According to the med scanner, it at least seems Wrecker's helmet protected him from any brain damage worse than a nasty concussion. Tech still fears for Wrecker's future.

At some point, even through the no doubt heavy fog of pain and confusion, Wrecker recognises Tech, and begins mumbling his name ever so often. Tech feels like he's going to be sick when tears start freely flowing from Wrecker's undamaged eye.

“Tech...” he practically sobs. Tech has to stop Wrecker from pressing his face into Tech's chest plate, not wanting his vod to hurt himself further. It's worryingly easy to counter Wrecker's strength as Tech holds him away just long enough to get the piece of armor off.

As soon as Tech lets him, Wrecker buries his face in Tech's chest, clinging on to him weakly, movement uncoordinated. Tech's arm and shoulder burn, but he couldn't care less. Hints of pain still make their way into Tech's voice as he tries to speak calmly with Wrecker.

“You'll be fine Wrecker.” Tech says, hoping it won't turn out to be a lie.

Crosshair drapes one of their blankets over Wrecker's legs, than another over the bit of Wrecker's torso not covered by the first. Tech's thankful for Crosshair's astute thinking, Wrecker's skin feeling unnaturally cold to the touch, shivers occasionally shaking the large clone's body. Crosshair swears under his breath about the regulation blankets being ill fitted for Wrecker's size.

Crosshair sits down next to them, taking Wrecker's uninjured hand in his. The hyperspace travel to Kamino is tense. Wrecker bleeds through his bandages at an alarming rate. The large clone's pained whimpers and groans are the only thing breaking the silence in the ship for most of the time.

When they land on Kamino, Tech is quickly forced to let go of his brother. He wants to stay with Wrecker, make sure he's alright. Tipoca City's medical staff can't be trusted to handle Wrecker's unease around medical equipment, Tech's quite certain they are the very reason his little brother despises it so.

If Wrecker panics like he did on the Marauder, they will sedate and tie him down. They never explain anything they do, don't answer question clearly, sometimes even lie.

Tech watches Wrecker be loaded on a stretcher and disappear around a corner. Tech's chest feels constricted, tight knot of dread building in his stomach as he is escorted to medical treatment as well.

If it is deemed that Wrecker is not worth saving, Tech will never see his brother again. If they decide to decommission Wrecker, his vode will not be informed of the decision. It'll likely be done immediately, the information only reaching the rest of the squad when Wrecker's body is long cold.

Tech's barely paying attention as he is told to strip his upper body and the blaster wound is tended to. The pain is the only thing keeping him from completely losing his grip on reality.

Tech has to believe that the Kaminoans won't waste a valuable asset over something like blindness and deafness on one side, has to believe they won't find anything else wrong with him that Tech had missed, has to believe that Wrecker won't be killed because Tech made a mistake.

Tech isn't given a proper answer when he asks about Wrecker's condition. He is just left alone with his thoughts, usually sharp mind clouded somewhat by the pain medication he was given. He's not alone for long, Hunter and Crosshair soon finding him.

They don't know anything more about Wrecker than Tech does.

“We hoped you'd know where he is.” Hunter says. Crosshair places Lula on the bed Tech's on.

“Thought Wrecker might need her...” Crosshair's voice trails off as he speaks. The small tooka doll flops forward, large ears coming to rest against Tech's thigh. He picks it up and holds it in his lap. Lula's fabric is soft from years of use. Tech's chest hurts.

Hunter puts his hand on Tech's shoulder. “Wrecker will be fine. Don't overthink it, kih'vod.” Tech hums in acknowledgment, not sure he believes Hunter's words, but certain he will be overthinking it. He was made to overthink things, to process things fast and consider all options.

Tech spends the majority of the next three hours considering the option that his failure to pay attention may lead to Wrecker being decommissioned. He only stops because Nala Se enters the room. She doesn't acknowledge the three clones greeting her, instead standing at the foot of Tech's bed, eyes trained on a datapad in her hands.

Tech had heard of sentiments akin to jealousy from some regs when it comes to the direct attention Clone Force 99 gets from Kamino's Chief Medical Scientist. He never understood why. Going off the data Tech collected over the years, the negatives the attention brought with it outweighed any positive. For the most part, it just mean more tests, both medical and of their skills.

“Ma'am, may I ask about CT-9903's condition?” Tech speaks up as Nala Se looks like she's about to leave. She turns to him slowly, observing him silently for a moment.

“CT-9903 is currently in a bacta tank.” Nala Se says, then turns away and swiftly exits the medical bay. Tech almost breathes a sigh of relief.

The three brothers quickly agree to look for Wrecker once the lights are dimmed for the night cycle. Hunter and Crosshair are shooed out of the medical bay before that can happen, but a time and place to meet had already been arranged by then.

The stillness of night has fallen over the white halls of Tipoca City when Tech slips out of the room. The arm attached to his injured shoulder rests in a sling, but Tech still needs to steady it with his free hand as he walks, every move sending spikes of pain from the wound down his back.

Meeting with his brothers and getting to the room housing the bacta tanks is easy. It's not like they're actively trying to conceal the location of the room, so Tech has no dificulty gaining that knowledge.

The rows of bacta tanks is a haunting sight. There's a surprising amount of injured troopers in the tanks, some clearly cadets, but quite a few old enough to already be active in the field. They move quietly between the glass cylinders, knowing they'll get in trouble if they're caught sneaking about.

Tech's heart drops when he spots Wrecker. His injuries look awful under the pale blue light. They can see the full extent of them now, torn skin of full display as it lazily leaks blood into the surrounding bacta. Tech can just make out that Wrecker's hair has been shaved off entirely.

Sleeping on the floor will make Tech feel terrible come morning, but there's no way any of them are leaving Wrecker alone. Tech's vode know that arguing with him about sleeping somewhere more comfortable is futile, so they don't even try.

As predicted, they do get in trouble when a member of the medical staff finds them in the morning, though the woman is kinder about it than Tech expected. She tells them off for a good while, but seems to focus more on the fact that it was unwise of Tech to sleep so rough in the state he is in.

She escorts Tech back to the medical bay, whilst his brothers are sent to go about their day normally.

Far too soon, just about a day later, Wrecker is removed from the bacta tank. Tech's alone when he's stationed in the bed next to his. Wrecker's still out cold, bandages covering large portions of his left side. When a medical droid changes them Tech catches a glimpse of still raw looking skin underneath.

When Wrecker wakes, Tech is also alone. It's the middle of the night cycle, and Tech's moved one of the chairs his brothers had sat in during the time they visited him to be closer to Wrecker. He'd also tucked Lula under his little brother's good arm.

Wrecker sits up too fast, face scrunching in discomfort. His good hand flies up to prod at the bandages covering the left side of his face. Tech leaps up to pull Wrecker's arm away before he can mess with the dressing.

“Don't do that Wrecker.” Tech says, keeping his voice soft.

In response, Wrecker flops back down onto the bed, clutches Lula and curls up on his uninjured side. His uncovered eye is unfocused as it watches Tech. It's evident they gave Wrecker rather strong pain medication.

“Everything hurts an' I can't see or hear cause of this stupid thing.” Wrecker complains, gesturing at the covered half of his face.

“The bandages aren't why you can't see or hear, kih'vod.“ Tech says. “You sustained permanent damage to your eye and ear during the explosion.”

“Oh.” A look of confusion crosses Wrecker's face as his pain addled and drugged mind works to comprehend the information presented. Guilt grips Tech stronger than ever. “Okay.”

“For what it's worth, which I am afraid is very little, I am sorry.” Tech is uncertain what to do, so he places his hand over Wrecker's carefully.

“Wha' are you sorry for?” Wrecker says, voice genuine as ever. “Dragged my sorry shebs outta there, didn't you?” So he had been conscious enough to grasp some of what was happening.

“I'm still sorry.” Tech shakes his head.

Wrecker gasps suddenly, sitting up too fast again. Tech's just about to ask what's wrong, already considering a variety of answers, when Wrecker speaks.

“You're hurt! You gotta lay down Tech.” Wrecker's single visible eye is blown wide, and his brow furrowed, an expression that surely can't be comfortable with that injured of a face. The large clone then seems to consider something, before moving aside on the bed somewhat. “You could lay here, if you like.”

Tech's about to protest, argue he doesn't need the rest, that he doesn't want to take away from Wrecker's space, but the thought of laying down is tempting. Tech's shoulder still feels awful, and he's sore all over. It's also cold in the med bay, and Wrecker's warm. With a nod, he climbs onto the bed.

Wrecker sighs shakily as Tech comes to rest at his side. The medical bay beds feel a lot more comfortable this way, Tech finds.

Tech can't say when he fell asleep, but he is woken by the whirring of a medical droid and Wrecker moving. Tech stands up immediately.

Wrecker's moved up the bed, shaking his head vigorously, knees halfway drawn to his chest.

“Hold still, or you will be sedated.” The medical droid chides, steadily moving towards Wrecker, hypo in hand. Wrecker whimpers. By the looks of it, next move that droid makes, it's going to be met with Wrecker's fist. Tech extends his arm between the two.

“May I administer that?” Tech asks. The droid just stares at him. “He will hold still if I'm the one to do so.” The droid stares a little longer, but eventually places the hypo in Tech's hand. Tech checks the label as me moves closer to Wrecker, making sure it is indeed something against the pain like he'd assumed.

Wrecker only looks marginally less distressed, still shaking his head. “No, Tech, please.”

“It's alright Wrecker, it's just painkillers. Look.” Tech holds up the hypo, displaying the label, rubbing his thumb across it to prove it hasn't been used to cover a different inscription on the container. “It will help.”

Wrecker looks apprehensive, but he exposes his neck none the less. With a verbal warning, Tech brings the hypo to his brother's neck. Wrecker hisses, pulling a face, but doesn't complain further.

As the droid starts changing Wrecker's bandages, Tech interrupts the task by holding his arm out again. The droid makes an annoyed noise.

“Allowing me to handle this as well will significantly reduce the stress and frustration experienced by all parties involved.”

The medical droid pauses, observing Tech. “No. Don't interrupt my work again.”

Tech huffs, doesn't say anything further. He stands close to Wrecker though, ready to stop the droid if it does anything either of them don't like. Wrecker seems to understand what Tech is doing, still tense, but relaxing somewhat.

Wrecker's good eye flicks back and forth between watching the droid and looking at Tech. With that nervous expression on his face, it's easy to see how young Wrecker is. None of them should have sustained such a devastating injury this early into their active duty. Tech sighs.

“Can you tell me what my eye looks like?” Wrecker asks when the medical droid starts working on his face.

“The eye is beyond saving Wrecker. It will most likely be removed entirely.” Tech says.

“Yeah, yeah, I know that.” Wrecker sighs. “It just feel bad, and I wanna hear your option on it.” The droid somehow manages to look offended at Wreckers words.

“Alright.” Tech moves to get a better view of Wrecker's face, making the droid make another annoyed noise at Tech crowding its space. Tech cringes at the sight of Wrecker's injuries. A large portion of his face will be scarred permanently, his hair will likely no longer grow neatly on the left side. When Wrecker opens his eye, Tech inhales sharply.

“That bad?” Wrecker laughs.

“It's already been removed.” Tech states, once again appalled by the medical staffs complete lack of transparency in regards to the procedures they conduct.

“What?” Wrecker tries to touch his face, but Tech and the medical droid stop him.

“CT-9903, refrain from contaminating the wound.” The droid says, tone almost threatening. Wrecker doesn't say another word in the droids presence.

Tech sits down on the bed again once the droid has left, leaning his head lightly against his brother's shoulder. “I'm greatly displeased by the medical staff neglecting to inform you of the surgery performed on your eye.”

Wrecker sighs. “S'not that big a deal. It was gonna come out either way. It'll be replaced by a cybernetic, right?” Wrecker bumps his head against Tech's lightly, grinning. “That'll be cool.”

Tech can't help a smile, though he doubts it'll be as cool as Wrecker imagines it to be. The Kaminoans cut corners where ever they can if it saves them credits. Tech vows to make sure Wrecker's new eye functions well, even if he has to adapt it himself.

“Did they shave my head?” Wrecker's running his hand over his head.

“Yes.” Tech answers, knowing well his brother already figured that out himself.

“Do I look good bald?”

“You do not look any worse than you did before.” That gets Wrecker to laugh loudly.

“Good thing Hunter didn't get caught in that explosion. He'd have killed them!”

Tech shakes his head, laughing quietly. “Yes, he most certainly would have.”

[ashesandhackles]

Happy Birthday @thecat-isblogging-blog <3

Here is my little present for you:

Rabbit Moon

Written with @remadoramicrofics prompt, "Rabbit" in mind.

How can you be sure of him, Nymphadora? 

The bed is cold on the night of the full moon. It sits forlorn, bathing in the silvery light that invades through the open window. From the window, Tonks takes turns to watch the distant horizon - to the lining of trees, a gateway to her husband - and the spots on the moon, making the shape of a rabbit.  Tonks closes her eyes and tries to breathe.

“My Patronus is a rabbit,” she said, disgruntled to her father. “Charlie Weasley gets a dragon. This isn’t fair.”

“You want to hear a cool story about a rabbit?”

“Dad, I’m not a child anymore-”

"One night, the Man on the Moon came down to earth disguised as a beggar."  

“A man on the moon?”

A tear slips. She wishes she could still complain to her father, have a good whinge - about stupid things like how she wore the same socks for a week and Remus had never noticed. Her father would say reasonably that Remus can’t be blamed - the monotony of living in a safehouse through war muddles memory. 

"He chanced upon a Fox, a Monkey, and a Rabbit and asked for some food." 

“A monkey?”

“A monkey. This is a Japanese folk tale.”

“You read Japanese folk tales?”

“I read all sorts of things, Dora. How else will I keep you entertained?”

The monotony of the safehouse makes intimacy hang unfinished in air, a static charge only she can feel.  Once, he had put her hand away from his trousers when the cat who stalked their perimeter came by for food. "He is a shy one," Remus  explained. "He won't eat at all if we don't give him anything.”

Her hand had stayed limp in the air, still reaching for him as he walked out of the house. He tried to make it up to her later, stroking her breast as she faced away from him, staring at the wall. When she nuzzled closer, he would suddenly remember that the sun was out and they hadn’t put the laundry out to dry. 

"The Fox brought him fish from a stream, and the Monkey brought fruit from the trees, but the Rabbit could only offer grass.'"

“Grass is good.”

“Not funny, Dora.”

“It is a little bit funny, Dad. C’mon, smile for me!”

Her mother won’t ever understand - she would judge Remus.  Who could she talk to about the memory of the night before Remus walked out? The inconstant passion, the simultaneous need for closeness and distance in his touch. Fleur? Fleur can wrap her legs around her husband, ask him to entwine closer to her and not feel alone when she looks into his eyes. 

She wonders how she looked to Remus that night. Did she look distant? Resentful?

“So the rabbit told the beggar to build a fire, and when it was built, threw himself onto the flames to offer himself to the Man.”

“Dad, you are supposed to make me feel better about having a rabbit Patronus!”

“But isn’t this a nice story? It’s about the rabbit’s generosity.”

“The rabbit is dumb.”

When - if -  he comes back in the morning, she decides to tease him about not taking a shower often. "Someday I will," she knows he will say, with the wry smile she loves so much. She smiles as she thinks of it, looking at the clump of trees in the horizon again.  Someday, they will be fighters of the Order of Phoenix. Someday, in a foggy future. Today, and in a collection of subsequent todays that merge into one another like one long film strip, they are hiding in a safehouse– cut off from the world, the war, the talks of revolution. She is waiting for her husband to come back home.

"Amazed by the Rabbit's generosity, the beggar transformed back into the Man on the Moon and pulled the Rabbit from the fire."

“Dad, I don’t want to hear about the dumb rabbit. He is too sad.” 

“But this is the best part!”

The only way she knows time is moving in the safehouse is because of her body - her growing stomach, the new aches and pains in her bones. A tentative kick, a series of hiccups reverberating inside her.  It terrifies her, to feel time moving under her skin, out of her reach. 

Sometimes, she is afraid she will die in her sleep. Afraid that a pinch under her ribcage or discomfort in her throat is more than gas issues. When she had said as much to Remus, he laughed. She understood later that Remus knew time was passing because of the moon. 

She had never known what it was like to live in a body that caused her discomfort, that changed without her willing it to. To think, she had felt annoyed at her hair changing colour when she was angry. To think, Remus dealt with it all and worse with nary a complaint. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, to hold him and shake him like she had at the hospital in front of everyone until he finally, finally got the message that she would never leave him, even if death itself tried to separate them. 

“To honour the Rabbit's kindness, the Man on the Moon carried the Rabbit back to the moon to live with him. So if you look carefully at the moon, you can see the outline of the rabbit on it.”

“But did the rabbit want to go to the moon? What is so special about the moon anyway?”

When daylight breaks, Tonks moves to the door.  She waits for him to appear on the horizon, haggard and exhausted. The more her pregnancy advances, the more he insists that she waits at the door . She resents it with each hour of sunlight warming their garden.

When he limps into view, she lets out an inaudible breath, and her hands shake over her belly. Now, she can wait with him. They can look forward to new moon nights, when the sky is the darkest,  and no light falls through their window.Remus will sleep beside her peacefully, one arm snaked around her waist, and one arm pillowing her neck. 

I'm never sure of him, Mum. Never will be, not anymore. But I am sure of me.  

Read on A03 here

[the-fiction-witch]

Hello Nurse

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Mildly smutty

"Hello, nurse..." I heard as Jack stumbled into the hospital courtyard his tie loose around his neck a tankard in hand his eyes glazed over with that drunken stare. He was unable to even walk in a straight line, he swaggers and wobbled over positively pigeon step and leaned inches away so much I could smell the scent of ale on his breath, he smiled with a wide cheery smile, "Hummm, where's my kiss?" he pouted,

"Doctor Dawkins, what are you doing?" I chuckled,

Jack grabbed me by the waist trying to kiss me however he was so drunk he just rammed his lips against my forehead slightly slopping over my skin, "Shhh" Jack hushed, "the lips are saying words. Not kissing. They should be doing the kisses.”

"I think you've had a little too much to drink doctor Dawkins,"

"hmm maybe," Jack said as he looked into my eyes with a harsh intensity, "But you know what'd cure me?"

"What would cure you?"

Jack leans so close I can feel his eyelashes on my cheek, "A kiss from you my beautiful nurse,"

"if you get a kiss will you go lay down and rest before you end up tumbling around the hospital?"

"Yes! Yes I promise...just a little smooch," he smiled moving back and pouting his lips for his kiss making kissy faces as he shut his eyes waiting for his kisses,

“Oh, alright," I rolled my eyes a little, as wrapped my arms around him mostly to keep still and prevent him from falling over and cracking his head open on the stone courtyard, "Come 'ere you silly boy,” I chuckled gently bringing his lips to my own, immediately I could taste just how drunk he was, poor thing he wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow and he’d have one hell of a hangover, he wrapped his arms around me still holding his tankard cause clearly kissing me isn’t quite as important as losing his ale, he kissed me with such vigour and enthusiasm you think he’d been starved for intimacy for the last ten years, until finally he pulled back with a cosy child-like smile,

"Thank you for curing me Nurse Y/l/n,”

"You’re very welcome,” I smiled, “Now come on, let's get you up to bed Doctor Dawkins,” I carefully wrapped his arm around me and my own around his waist all by carrying him up the stairs towards the door, he didn’t protest merely snuggled himself up to me rubbing his head on mine as I lead him inside even if he was struggling to even stand up, until finally we got to this room, “Right, lets get you into your Pj’s and into bed Doctor,” I told him as I basically propped him against his bedframe and began unbuttoning his waistcoat, which he has no complains about but I don’t think he really noticed as by the time I was peeling off his suspenders,

“Nurse…” he chuckled, “If you're really so hellbent on taking my trousers off you could just ask, come here my cute little nurse,” he cooed wrapping his arms around me and grabbing my ass and kissing my neck with sloppy kisses,

“Ahh! Jack!” I protested playfully, “Keep your hands to yourself, Doctor Dawkins,” I told him moving his hands back to the small of my back,

“Your the one trying to get my clothes off,”

“Yes to get you into bed, we do not need your other head getting all excited,”

“Humm too late,” He smirked,

“Why do you always get like this when you're drunk?” I laughed,

“Cause you’re just too bootiful,” He cooed rubbing his nose on my cheek, "Please, I won't sleep well without my good night kisses,”

“You had kisses in the courtyard.”

“...I do not recall.” He joked, “Now come here…” He cooed pulling me into another drunken kiss, but I pulled back.

"Not till you get changed doctor Dawkins"

Jack groans "You're no fun, Nurse Y/l/n..." he began to take the rest of his clothes off even if he needed help with things as even the concept of buttons seemed to be confusing to him when he’s this drunk, "Why are there so many clothes..."

"Well, you're the one who put them on this morning only yourself to blame. What do you usually wear to bed?"

"As I was born, the gods made me and I shall sleep as such...now are you gonna kiss me goodnight or what?" he smirked as he completely removed his clothes with such confidence, and I did my best not to look, or giggle.

I all but shoved him into his bed and tucked him in giving him a little kiss on his messy blonde head, "There we go, that nice jack? Would you like a teddy and a story too?" I joked,

Jack groans again, "I don't need Teddy I just need you..."

“Do you know?” I glared as I sat beside him,

“Mhm…” He groaned as his hand moved below his covers and began to gently stroke himself as his eyes trailed over me,

“Ah. ah. Ah. Bedtime doctor dawkins,” I told him moving his hand off himself,

“But Nurse…” he pouted,

“No, buts. It’s time for bed.” I told him as I gave him some water even if I was pretty sure the hangover he was going to have tomorrow was unpreventable,

"One more kiss on the lips? Then I'll shut my eyes and sleep like the dead I promise,”

“You promise?”

“Umm one more kissy then I’ll go to sleep,”

"right, one more kiss," I smiled leaning over and giving him one more sweet kiss but Jack's hands instinctively started to wander again, as he deepened the kiss and kept me close trying to drag me into the bed with him but I kept myself still, so his hands ran all over me fondling my whole body through my dress but of course paying special attention to my ass and my breasts until he began to reach for my dress ties so I pulled back, “Bedtime Jack,”

He pouted but turned himself on his side, “Fine… Goodnight Y/n,” he yawned

“Goodnight Jack,”

Almost instantly the alcohol knocked him out the moment his eyes were closed and he began to gently snore, I rolled my eyes and shook my head softly at his foolishness and gave his head a small kiss before I blew out the candle beside his bed and left him to sleep for the night.