#Don't sleep on Dawkins!!

[xxamorxexmortexx]

Damn, Dawkins!

Fuck it, have him take that belt from Logan Paul!

[marlahey]

"sorry, is this alright?" "i don't see how else you'd fix it." aka dr. jack "dodger" dawkins touching belle (aka the love of his life) for purely medical reasons aka hands hands hands for @missgoalie75

Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Maia Mitchell The Artful Dodger (2023–)

[the-fiction-witch]

Morning Maid

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty af

I hurried myself through the hospital corridors and stairwells finally finding myself at the second-floor room not bothering to knock, I never did and he never made me. Plus my hands where littered with the various items I would be needing this morning. I went inside shutting the door behind me and scampering inside the little room.

I set fresh towels and his clean laundry on the table close to the wardrobe, set his breakfast by the stove ready to cook in a moment, and I set his sheets next to his bedpost given his body still laid in his bed.

The room dark, his fluffy hair only just poking out the covers.

I brushed off my hands and set the stove to begin warming as I went to the window pulling open the curtains to let in the sweet morning sun.

"Ughurhmmm-" Mumbled from the bed with a shift and a wiggle he turned away to face the wall so the light bothered him less

"Dr Dawkins?" I cooed sweetly "Dr Dawkins?" I cooed a little louder but neither even garnered a response, So I went to the wardrobe put his clean clothes away and got him out some fresh ones for the day ahead, I poured him a fresh glass of water that I sat on his bedside table taking the one I poured last night away now empty of course. And I grabbed his coat from the door taking my duster and giving it a firm few wacks to knock the dirt out much as one does a old rug. "Dr Dawkins?" I called again a slight song to my voice "Dr Dawkins!" I called again but still no response came so I carried on taking yesterdays laundry to the door to take with me, making sure things where dusted and organized returning his book to its place, "Dr Dawkins!" I called loud enough it echoed in the room "Dr Dawkins!" I called and by some miracle! he rolled over back to face the room letting the sheets linger at his waist skin dewy from the heat

Well. He's alive I suppose.

I sighed and opened the window and leaning my arms on his metal bedframe,

"Dr Dawkins" I called

Nothing.

"Doctor there is an urgent emergency" I said

Nothing.

"Doctor the hospital is on fire!"

I think his nose twitched.... maybe.

"Doctor Dawkins a large huntsman spider is crawling up your leg."

he let out a breath

Holy shit he breathed!

"This is why no one else signs up for you in the morning you know. I'm the only one who wouldn't have bashed you over the head with a frying pan by now" I chuckled "Dr Dawkins a lady is here to see you and she says she's pregnant"

He wiggled! a little mostly just shifting himself a little

"Okay... Jack there's a gangster here about a poker debt!" I yelled

I mean.. he stirred. a little bit.

I rolled my eyes and got his toast setting his breakfast on the table looking at his sleeping body a moment trying to think of a way to do this that didn't involve a frying pan or ice cold water...

"Dr Dawkins a lady is here to see you and she says she's pregnant"

nothing. dead as the bodies downstairs, and then it occurred to me

"Alright, I guess Dr Dawkins really is sleeping soundly." I smiled "I suppose then he won't mind I take the air out of his nice second-floor window, as it is so very hot today" I giggled leaning on the bedpost again "Umm it's so hot I think I may remove my dress."

And the moment! the goddamn second! I uttered that word his eye flicked open

"Jack!" I yelled making him jump as he clearly wasn't expecting me to be leant on his bedpost

"You lied." he pouted sitting up and leaning against the wall

"I didn't lie. I simply failed to tell the truth."

"That's lying. By definition." he said "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Ohh you know always wanted to see the sights around the hospital" I joked "What do you think I'm doing here, waking you, you dunderhead." I laughed going to start on his breakfast first making some toast as it was the easiest and he liked it the coldest

"I do not require waking." he said "Flip the toast," he said

so I did so "Don't you? Because we both know if I hadn't you'd still be in that bed at the lords hour of half past four you had it your way"

"it's my day off."

"Your a doctor you don't get days off." I laughed putting the toast on the plate and grabbing an egg I brought with me "Sunny, over, scrambled, how'd you fancy them this morning?"

"I'm on call then" He answered "scrambled please but make them-"

"Dry as a bone. I know Jack." I giggled "You planning on getting out the bed at some point I have to take the sheets down to the laundry."

"After breakfast"

"Alright" I rolled my eyes playfully adding his eggs to his plate "You know none of the other girls will come up here."

"Am I truly that terrifying?" He joked having some water

"No. they simply find your... suggestions passive-aggressive and annoying" I explain

"my suggestions?"

"You're nitpicking Jack" I laughed getting the marmalade from my things and spreading it thin over his toast making sure to keep it separate from the eggs

"Nitpicking? That what they're calling it now." He laughed "And it doesn't bother you?"

"No, you like things a particular way nothing wrong with that. I have simply learnt your way. as it is your way or the highway as it were" I laughed taking it over sitting on his bed with him to hand over the plate which he grimaced at

"I wanted jam."

"Well, you have marmalade."

"Why?"

"Because I brought Marmalade. and no Jack I am not going all the way back down to the hospital kitchens to see if they have any jam. You get marmalade."

"No bacon?"

"We're out of bacon so you got extra toast"

"Did he. get the last of the bacon?"

"No, Marybell tried to take it to him, I told her it's not fair when we only have four rashers of bacon to give all four to one doctor and one to the others we argued, we fought and I ate the bacon. that solved the problem" I smiled giving his plate a gentle inviting shimmy

"Still missing something aren't we?"

I rolled my eyes a moment but gave him a sweet kiss which he happily pulled me closer into before taking his breakfast

"Thank you y/n"

"You're welcome you little wombat"

"Aww thank you" he smiled

"That was an insult Jack" I laughed

"Is it? you love wombats?"

"... be quiet and eat your toast," I told him to get up to clean and tidy up

"has it crossed your mind none of the other girls want to come work up her because they know it's your job"

"That's possible. Sure does seem like I've become your bloody maid" I sighed "Still I'd rather be here dealing with your nitpicking than cleaning up the head surgeons' drunken escapades or dealing with your colleague's slaps on the arse."

"So my slaps on the arse are better then?" He chuckled setting his plate on the side

"You're certainly gentler Jack" I laughed "Last time I was in there with him I swear he was trying to hump me every time I bent over"

"See I'm much easier, I'm considerate I save all our humping for dinner time."

"Only because your too tried to do it in the morning" I laughed giving him another kiss and all but kicking him out the bed so I could change his sheets "If you could find the energy we both know you would."

"... Possibly" he shrugs stretching and yawning as he wondered across to his wardrobe in only his underwear "I like after dinner, puts me right to sleep"

"Like you need any help in that department. Often times I'm half tempted to call one of the porters up to cart your body out convinced you've kicked it.”

“You are in a very grumpy mood today” he said as he dressed

“oh? Something I should find chipper and enfrawling about stripping your bed off?” I asked

“Your usually pretty excited about stripping me” he smirked as he snapped on his suspenders and I only glared back “ooohh… very grumpy girl today”

“Maybe I should go visit the other doctor” I joked

“Noo” he whines as he came behind me and wrapped his arms around me softly and gently “absolutely not I won't allow it”

“Oh why not?’ I giggled starting to make his bed with his fresh sheets

For a moment there was silence but he nuzzled close “your my girl.��� He cooed and I couldn't help but smile it wasn't what he said but how he said it, so softly and kindly, so sweet and gently, not saying it in a possessive sort of way like he owned me like I belonged to him but that I was his and its so sweet that even something so shall as doing this routine for the other doctor would utterly not be allowed. “Besides we both know I can't sleep without you anymore” he smiled

“You where getting along just fine this morning?”

“Because your been cuddling me all night, It was residual sleep from the last night when you were here” he said turning me to Face him

“Umm I see, nothing to do with the French postcards you've been hiding under your mattress.”

Immediately colour drained from his face

“H- how do you know about that?’

“I make your bed. And clean your room. Just accept you don't have any secrets from me jack. And if you think you do. You don't.” I giggled

“You don't know all my secrets’ he smirked tugging me a little closer

“try me.”

“Go on then what secrets am I keeping?”

“The naughty french postcards your ‘hiding’ under your bed, the stash of toffees you have hidden inside your hollowed out poetry book, the pair of underwear you have hidden away because they are lucky for some reason, that time you kept a baby kolar in your room to you hid it from me, you didn't I knew I just didn't want to ask i assumed you were going through something” I explained and his eyes went wide

“Hu.”

“Shall I go on about how you sometimes sit backwards in the toilet for fun or the fact every time you have a bath you sing a little song”

“I really can't hide anything from you can I?’

“Nope” I giggled nuzzling into his shirt and he happily tightened his arms around me kissing my head “yes”

“What?”

“I also know about the ring you've been hiding in the store room the last six months.”

“Damn it. I really thought I hid that, so … is that a yes?”

“Yes. But it needs resizing slightly its a little big.” I smiled continuing will the bed

“you tried it on?”

“Several times. I get really bored around here sometimes” I shrug, he smiled and pulled me into a sweet loving kiss

“So, as I'm only a on call today? Shall we perhaps celebrate?’ he suggested glancing at the bed

“Jack, you couldn't have suggested that before I changed the bed. It's clean. And immediately you want to make it messy again”

“I'll change it again after if my lady wants me too”

“No, later I need to get this stuff down to laundry” I told him going and grabbing the laundry but before I even reached the door “ahhh! Jack put me down!” I whined as he picked me up and tossed me on his bed

“Laundry can wait” he smirked stroking my chin “I cannot.’ 

[chemical-killjoy]

Healing Kiss part 2

Jack Dawkins x Female Reader

Summary: smut following the first part. Yeah it's mostly just smut

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: very fluffy but VERY smutty

Author's Note: yeah so this has been sitting in my "to edit and publish" folder since April... Sorry!!!! I hope it's OK and still interesting.

It was nighttime and Jack still couldn't get you off his mind. He felt dirty, and hated himself for what happened. How could you open up to him like that and he just took advantage? He lost himself in the moment, he showed too much emotion, and quite probably made you too uncomfortable for words. But then why, when he looked up to see if there was a small chance that you wanted more, were you blushing wildly and biting your lip? Why was your breathing so quick? And the way you said his name was so... So... there weren't the words for it. Nor how soft your skin felt under his touch. How beautiful the sent of your perfume was in such close proximity. How you looked like a goddess, even with bruises.

The thoughts wouldn't leave his mind, and he quickly grew hard at the memories of how close he was to your heat. Lying in bed with only a single candle lit, Jack started to work his crotch, rubbing over his pants at first then pulling his erection out for better access. Soft pants left his lips as he worked himself, eyes fluttering shut. Again, however, Jack was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Jack?” you called.

You were lying in bed and couldn't sleep, ruminating on your encounter Jack. It was turning you on whenever you thought about it, but you couldn't help the creeping doubt. What if it was just in your head? What if things where going to be weird? And the worst thought: what if he ended up being like every other man and just wanting your body? The voices in your head started screaming at you, and while you knew it wasn't a good idea (what if someone saw you sneaking into Jack's bedroom at night? Your reputation as a lady would be destroyed, your family ruined!), you needed to see your best friend, even if he—or your feelings towards each other, whatever they may be—were the problem.

You stood outside Jack's door for a second, trying to work out what to say, before finally just giving up, knocking on the door and calling his name. He was your best friend, you didn't need to be anyone but yourself in front of him.

A flustered sounding yell of “just a second!” graced your ears as you heard Jack rummage and rush about in his room. For the first time all day you smiled, laughing at the ridiculousness. But you stopped laughing when Jack opened the door.

Jack was a sight to behold, blond hair ruffled and hovering over one eye, nightshirt exposing the majority of his chest, with tight pyjama bottoms, and a flush to his cheeks from rushing around. He was leaning against the door frame, and you couldn't help but notice the barely hidden erection in his pants.

“Hi.” Jack said, surprised to see you, and feeling more than a little uncomfortable considering what he had been thinking of when touching himself moments ago was standing right in front of him.

“Uh.” You tried to remind yourself how to speak as your brain short-circuited. Get a grip, you thought. “I couldn't sleep. I was just, um, thinking too much, I guess.”

Jack nodded and ushered you into his room before shutting the door. The room was small, with one bed and one window, a wardrobe, a table, and clutter everywhere. There was a single candle lit on the table, and the room smelt earthy with a hint of leather. Overall it was just overwhelmingly him. Jack pulled out a chair for you and pushed it in—a gentleman, even half dressed in his pyjamas—and sat down opposite you.

“What were you thinking about?” Jack offered, breaking the silence.

“I-” you hesitated for a moment. “I was just thinking about earlier today, actually.”

“Oh?” Jack said in a 'what about it?' tone.

“When you were kissing my bruises. And my arms... and hands. I... I just don't want things to be weird between us and I don't know if I'm misinterpreting things, but it's just making me panic a little cause I really don't want to lose you.” You finished your small ramble, slowing down on the last words, and became very interested in the hangnail on your finger. Jack stopped you, putting a hand over yours.

“You don't need to do that with me,” Jack said, looking at your hands and back to your eyes. “I don't bite.” You smiled.

“I know. I just get scared.”

“I know you do. But I'm not going anywhere, alright? I could never leave you, and I never intend to hurt you. You're everything to me.”

When you looked up, Jack's eyes were honest but shielded, as though he was trying to tell you through his eyes what his lips wouldn't say. You knew the feeling, as you looked back at him with hope.

“I also wanted to say thank you,” you spoke carefully, unsure of yourself but determined to take one step closer. “For the kisses. It did help, I do feel a bit better.” You looked up at him from under long lashes in your best attempt at flirting without giving yourself away.

“I'm more than happy to have helped; and I'd be honoured to help some more anytime, if you'd allow me.” Jack gave a soft half-smile as he spoke.

“I do feel a bit sore actually, now that I think about it.”

“Then let me take that pain.” Jack said tucking your hair behind your ear.

You both rushed forward to kiss each other, but stopped just short of each others lips, hesitant. But Jack's lips softly brushed yours and a wave of electricity coursed through your body. You pulled each other closer over the table, eyes shut and lips lost in discovering the other person's. But the desire between you had been growing over time, and now that it was sparking out of control, a kiss wasn't enough. Wordlessly, the two of you stood up, abandoning your chairs and the table in favour of being chest to chest, your hands in Jack's hair, his cupping the back of your head and around your waist to draw you in closer. It wasn't long until you were both moaning into the kiss. You couldn't ignore Jack's erection any longer, and your body took over to grind against him. Jack bucked his hips against you once, then started to kiss along your jawline and down your neck. He picked you up and sat you on the table and you wrapped your legs around him. You gasped and moaned when Jack bit your neck, and the hand from your waist reached to massage your breasts.

“Jack.” You moaned as he left a trail of kisses down your neck, inching lower to your chest. Jack hummed back in response. His hand came to play with the strap of your nightgown, and he stopped for a second to look up at you, eyes asking. You nodded, and Jack gently pulled the straps down.

“Fuck, you're perfect.” A groan escaped Jack's lips as he took in the sight of you—naked from the waist up, lips swollen and hair tussled from kissing him on his desk. Brushing a hand through your hair, Jack let his hand rest on the base of your head again before kissing you, open mouthed and hot. You pulled Jack in from the waist and sighed at the sensation of the thin fabric of his nightshirt against your hardened buds. Jack's hand that wasn't on your neck gave a gentle squeeze to your breasts, pinching as rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You moaned into the kiss, and grinded against Jack's hips. Jack stopped the kiss as his hand rubbed the top of your thigh, inching under your skirt.

“Stop me, if I go too far, alright?” Jack said, earnestly.

You bit your lip and nodded. But it wasn't enough for Jack.

“Words, sweetheart. I need to be sure.” His hand was ghosting the inside of your upper thigh now, driving you wild, but he refused to go further until you spoke.

“Jack,” you whined. “Touch me.”

Jack's fingers brushed against your naked core, collecting the wetness. You let out a high pitched sigh when his thumb found your clit, and Jack continued kissing you. As he rubbed your clit at an agonising pace, his fingers found your entrance, and slowly, he pushed a finger in. You gasped into the kiss, and it was killing Jack not to just take you then and there. But he wanted you to feel safe. Loved. Adored. He could wait.

“More,” you mumbled against his lips, when suddenly a second finger was thrust into you. Jack started working his fingers faster, and you rocked your hips, holding Jack close in an embrace. When he kissed down your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, you felt the tightness in your core begin to build. You wanted more, you needed more—but you were scared.

“Jack, stop.” You said softly through pants. Even though you asked for it, you whined a little at the empty sensation when he removed his fingers.

“Are you alright, love, did I do something?” Jack asked, concerned eyes meeting yours.

For a moment you forgot why you asked him to stop, too busy having your heart warm at the nicknamed you'd never heard him call you before. How you wished for him to call you 'love' all the time.

“No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, I, uh. I'm just a little scared. I've never actually done any of this before and I...” you trailed off.

Jack waited patiently as you looked anywhere but him. He brought a hand to your cheek, guiding you back to look at him.

“Hey, look at me. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. How can I make you more comfortable? Do you want to stop?”

“No!” you exclaimed, causing Jack to laugh a little as his ego inflated. You rolled your eyes. “No, I'm just a little insecure. Like, what if I make a weird face?” Jack laughed again.

“I promise you, any face you make will be either adorable, or so insanely sexy that I won't be able to contain myself.” He kissed your nose. “And if you're still scared, we could always just cum at the same time.”

You let out a strangled mix of a laugh and a gasp at Jack's crudity. After all, you were still nobility and not used to hearing such things. But when you thought about it, you couldn't think of anything better.

“You know,” you started, slowly, hand trailing down Jack's chest. “I think I like that idea.” You hooked a finger into his pants, pulling him closer, and whispered in his ear. “I really like that idea.”

Jack's lips were once more on yours, and he lifted you up bridal style, carrying you to his bed. You laughed into the kiss until Jack gently bit your lower lip, and a moan replaced the giggle. Jack lay you on the bed and stood up to take his shirt off, before crawling over you. The pair of you groaned at the skin on skin contact, kissing each other as your hands roamed and you hips met. After a moment you reached for Jack's pants, and he took the cue, quickly stripping you both of your last items of clothing.

You bit your lip as your eyes wandered the naked Dodger, as he did the same to you. Your eyes widened at his length. You squirmed under his gaze, squeezing your thighs together for relief.

“God, you're beautiful.” Jack said, climbing back on top of you and kissing you like he had never done so before.

You gasped as Jack's hard on rubbed against your entrance, your hands rubbing his back as you kissed. Jack held you closer as he kissed you before detaching his lips from you and pressing his forehead against yours. For a heartbeat there was silence, as you felt his breath fanning your face. You opened your eyes, and a moment later Jack opened his. Your breath caught seeing how much he cared for you written on his face. He nuzzled your nose with his.

“Y/N,” his voice was low, full of desperate desire, but determined never to hurt you. His eyes flickered shut again. “If you don't want this, tell me now. You can change your mind, and I won't hold it against you.” He opened his pleading eyes. You nuzzled back against him and said softly “I want this, Jack. I want you.”

With that, Jack thrust into you, and you cried out as he groaned at the same time, eyes shut in pleasure. You whined a little in pain, and Jack kissed you softly, holding your hand until you nodded your head. The pain gave way to pleasure as Jack started to move. The friction was delicious and as you wrapped your legs around him for deeper thrusts, he picked up the pace. The bed frame hit the wall as the pair of you rocked, and you raked your nails down Jack's back. He kissed you, still holding both your hands with his. Jack released on hand and slipped it between you, slowly rubbing your clit. You whimpered at his feather-light touch, and Jack moaned loudly as you clenched around him. It wasn't long before you felt the tightness in your stomach again, and you looked at Jack with pleading eyes.

“You're perfect.” he reminded you, before kissing you fiercely, sending you over the edge. Watching you come undone beneath him, feeling you tense around him in ecstasy was enough for Jack to reach his high too, and he grunted and moaned into your neck as he came in you. Squeezing your hand tight, Jack rode the pair of you through your highs, before collapsing on top of you.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. Eloquent, you thought. Jack just laughed.

“I could say the same.” Jack raised the hand he was still holding to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. Even in your position, you still blushed.

Jack climbed off you, and held you to his chest. You snuggled in, nervous for whatever could come next, struck by the anxiety of the unknown.

“Y/N, I hope it's not out of bound for me to be saying this, but I have been hopelessly, maddeningly in love with you since the moment I first saw you. I have never been the same since. If you won't have me, I understand, but I feel like you deserve to know that, all things considered.”

You were in shock for a moment before craning your head to look into the eyes you loved so much.

“Jack, I don't know what to say,” you felt him tense under you, bracing himself. “Why didn't you say anything sooner?”

“Because I'm not exactly of your class, Y/N. And while class doesn't mean shit to me, it does to society. And I am still not deserving of you. I didn't want to lose you. Then you got engaged to Mr. Ass-wipe.”

You snorted at the name, and the overwhelming jealousy in his voice.

“Jack, I would have left him for you in a heartbeat. I love you.”

It was Jack's turn to be in shock as he pulled his head back to look at you, brows furrowed.

“You're not joking?”

“Jack, I literally just gave you my virginity and reputation as a lady. No, I am not kidding.” You gave a soft laugh at Jack's adorable smile, as pure as a puppy.

“I don't know what to say now.” Jack said, laughing a little. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jack.” You kissed him once more, and this was different than all the other kisses. It wasn't driven by desire, it wasn't scared. It was slow, and deep. Full of love.

After a while the pair of you fell asleep. You would face the next day as it comes. But for now, all that mattered was you were in each others arms. Loved.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Run away with me.

Jack Dawkins x fem reader light smut.

Jack looked at you standing in his doorway, your elaborate dress looking so out of place in his tiny room. You were breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat causing your skin to glow in the low lamp light. You put down a large carpet bag by the door.

"y/n, what is it? Has something happened?" Jack asks leaping from his bed. You shake your head.

"Where is Fagin?" You ask in a quiet voice.

"Out, drinking I think." He says. You nod, take a step forward and close the door behind you.

"Are you okay?" Jack asks again.

"I was at dinner, with my parents. There were several men there. Lady Fanny said it was because my mother wants to marry me off." You say.

Jack nods, confused.

"I looked at them all and I felt....I couldn't speak to any of them without comparing them to you." You admit.

"to me?" Jack smiles, he takes a step forward, "Your mother hates that you spend time with me." He reminds you. You can't stop the laugh that comes out of you.

"I know, but I don't care. I don't care about any of them, if you-" you cut yourself off, suddenly feeling doubt in your choices. Sensing it Jack closes the space between you, lifting your hands into his.

"I have been waiting to say this to you and I suppose now is the right time. Y/n from the moment you came barreling into this hospital I have been consumed by you. I think about you all day, wondering what you are doing, who you are speaking to. You are the thoughts before I sleep and the content of my dreams. You have bewitched me." He admits.

"I feel the same." You say smiling. Jack brings his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle, like he is frightened you might dissolve into the air. Your hands curl around his waistcoat lapels and you bring him closer to you. With precise movements Jack turns you and guides you back toward the bed, his lips never leaving yours.

"Jack, I-" you whisper, pulling back from his just a little.

"We can stop, at any moment if you're uncomfortable I'll stop." He says, one hand cupping your jawline. You nod and he continues the kiss. Using your nervous fingers you unbutton the blue waistcoat, pushing it off his shoulders. Jack shrugs his suspenders off so they drop down around his hips, his trousers dropping slightly. His tongue comes out a little to lick his lips before he too unbuttons your bodice. The tiny buttons seem to go on forever until he is able to toss your bodice to the ground. You drop your skirt and petticoats stepping out of them. Jack's hand takes your waist and pulls you back to a kiss. Blindly he unclips your corset, letting it join the pile of discarded clothing. His hand comes up to cup your breast, squeezing lightly. You sigh.

Jack lays you back on the bed, removing his breeches and lying beside you, half hovering over your body. He looks into your y/e/c eyes and has to remind himself to breathe.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, nose nudging your own. You nod.

"Yes." You whisper and bring him back down to you. Jack had not been this nervous since his first time with a woman. He tentatively ran his hand down your body, sliding his hand below your Bloomers to your core. The Doctor looks to you, silently asking for permission once more, you nod and he slips a finger between your folds. It was a sensation you had never felt before. His fingers worked in and around you. Your body arched and jolted involuntarily. Jack captured your moans in his kisses, easing you through your orgasim.

"Jack, I want you." You say holding him to you. Jack fully undressed you both before moving back over you and settling between your legs. He stroked his penis in his hand a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

"If it hurts or you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop." He breathes out. He pushes his tip into you and you feel the stretch. Jack's hand moves to hold yours as he slowly sinks into you. The stretch is delicious, making you feel full. Jack's breath is shallow.in your ear as he begins to move inside you.

Sure you had adjusted to his size and movements Jack kissed you once more.

"I'm going to move faster now, okay?" He says to you and you nod your head. The feeling of his body moving against yours and the rhythmic motions of his pelvis had your muscles clenching around him.

"Oh god." His grunted, biting his head into your shoulder as his movements became sloppy, chasing his own end. His kisses you hard as he spilled himself inside you before collapsing above you. His body weight pressing onto.

"wow." You say between panted breathes. Jack agreed and slid out of you to lay beside you and pull the blanket over you both.

"Jack, I have a lot of money., I have a thousand pounds in my bag." You say, your head resting on his shoulder and his fingers tracing circles on your arm.

"I'm aware." He laughs.

"I know you have made a life here, in Port Victory but would you run away with me?" You ask. Jack freezes.

"Where would we go?" He asks.

"America? There are new towns popping up all over the place. We could set up an office, your own office."

Jack moves himself so he can look into your eyes.

"Are you serious about this?" He searches your eyes and you nod. "We will have to take Fagin." He smiles at you.

"Of course." You giggle as he settles himself back beside you. How is it his life continues to get better? Now he had you, fully and he didn't plan on ever letting you go

"All you have to do is pack and we can be gone, before my parents get to the desert."

[theartfuldodger26]

A, B, D, U, V :)

Hey, anon, thanks for te asks!

A: Ships that you currently like a lot (doesn't have to be OTPs). Friendships, pairings, threesomes etc are allowed.

Well, I've been a hardcore Bellamort fan since I read book 5 back in 2000-whatever-it-was, so there's that.

I also ship Tomarry, because the banter is hilarious and I love my boys.

And Drarry, because why not.

But what's a problem is how much I ship Delphi/Harry. It's a real struggle, because it's so problematic, so wrong, and yet I love them together SO MUCH. I need to write about like, right now. Goodbye sleep, you shall be missed.

B: A pairing -platonic, romantic, sexual - that you originally didn't consider, but someone changed your mind.

Can't... think... of any...? We might have to come back to that later xD

D: A pairing you wish you liked but just can't.

Anything with Snape is just icky. I'm sure people have written a lot of intelligent, deep fanfiction with him, but I can't like it, can't read it. If you like it, enjoy!

U: Three favourite characters from three different fandoms, and why they're your favourites.

Harry Potter fandom: Tom Riddle/Voldemort, Bellatrix and Harry. Cause the first two are supercool villains with deep feelings, and because Harry is an amazing kid with commendable moral fibre. Could go on, but I don't exactly think that our likes and dislikes are rational choices, so there's not much point in thinking about it.

Peaky Blinders fandom: Tommy Shelby, Alfie Solomons and Polly Grey. Tommy Shelby is the same as Tom Riddle, right? Incredibly smart, they have no limitations (heh, see what I did there?) either realistically or morally. Alfie has great chemistry with Tommy because Cillian and Tom (is tom the name of the game today?!) have great chemistry, but he's also a reflection of the same characteristics on a different coin. Polly in the first seasons is the backbone of the family, ran the business while the boys were at war and has hilarious lines that I wish I could tell my male friends. Also Helen McRory was an awesome actress.

The Life and Times of $crooge McDuck fandom: Scrooge McDuck, "Glittering" Goldie O'Gilt and Howard Rockerduck (John Rockerduck's father) If you're unfamiliar with the monumental work of Don Rosa, do yourself a favour and check it out, it's not just a comic book, it's... something beyond words. I love Scrooge for his work ethic, love of his family and strongheadedness. And who doesn't love the only duck that melted his heart, Glittering Goldie? I have a budgie named Scrooge, and he had the largest sideburns you could imagine! And I respect Howard Rockerduck, because despite making poor choices, being a rich dick on the surface and the likes, he still has a warm heart. His double cameo apperaaance were a very welcome surprise in the saga.

V: Which character do you relate to the most?

I've already replied I relate to Hermione on the surface, but disgraced Bellatrix speaks more to my soul. Perhaps I should talk a bit about the character whose pseudonym I use online, meaning Jack Dawkins, aka The Artful Dodger. I'm not a pickpocketing orphan, but I strongly relate to a child that grew up too fast, tried to play the adult and things didn't go exactly as planned.

[redjaybathood]

I'm sorry, I am still in the bomb shelter so I need to take my mind off the things like sounds of explosions and how my stomach is hurting right now from stress+constant coffee bc I've been pulling doubles and weekends on 3 hours of sleep basically the whole week+I literally have no food money left so I'm eating like, once a day and it's the cheapest crop there is. So yeah, my stomach is fucked up again.

Anyhow! Need to take my mind off things, and been browsing Tumblr insomuch as weak connection allows me. So happened upon a post that was about fixing Jason in comics. And the thing is, it's not about this particular post, I've seen a lot of them. By fixing things, people propose different things. Leave Gotham, have some of his own friends so not to steal from Dick of Tim, being community minded, etc etc. And most of the things listed are already in the canon.

Jason got his own friends back in 2016 with Artemis and Biz. Of course, Wonderfam/Artemis fans weren't happy about it either. And nobody would. You can literally not allow any established hero or villain or any character at all, to become Jason's friend, because it's stealing. You just need an OC. But fandom doesn't like OC that much either, seeing how when he got some more friends in 2020ish with Dana Harlowe (with a few unfortunate mentions in between, like Max Dawkins, fridged, and Numbers, rewamping Jason's story in Ma Gunn's school, never to be seen again), people were harping that it's rewriting Jason's history again, because he didn't have any childhood friends, otherwise he wouldn't be so alone and died. Now some people say that Martinborough doesn't respect Jason as a character and makes his OC the star of the show. So this doesn't work either.

Leave Gotham. He left Gotham plenty in 2016 run, and I'm not scandalsavage to be up to date on sales figures so I don't know how it did, financially speaking. İ would bet not that good tho. İ didn't enjoy the Year of the Villain event and Jason's group of kids/teen villains, and I don't see anyone enjoying them or even bringing them up in meta or hc or fic much. Yeah, I would bet it didn't do all that good. So. They probably wouldn't do that anymore.

And there's people who, the opposite. They want Jason back to street level, as if he ever was. Okay, so Red Hood: The Hill.

And there's people who say, Jason should help community in other, cool, hip, anarchist ways of growing community gardens or whatever. Do charity like multi gazillioner Bruce Wayne does. And wadda you know, Jason also did charity in canon! Again, Rebirth. İceberg Lounge arc.

The problem is consistency. The problem is making it matter for more than the issue it appears in.

İm sincerely holding up hopes for Martinborough's run. İt's a mini series, as far as I remember, and they're supposed to be easier in that - if you don't count, like, Rosenberg's Man Who Stopped Laughing being fucked by Zdarsky's Gotham War (fucking distasteful ; could have come up with a better name: Lover's Spat; or, Consequences of Not Getting Enough Sleep. Which honestly, I can relate, Bruce. Can relate.)

But from what I ve seen from the first issue, it's not exactly... There's too much going on and I don't know where he's going with it tbh.

[savage-rhi]

Dawkins: A Death Stranding WIP

Summary:

This is a little WIP section of a new Death Stranding fanfic I've been developing based around my OC Gene Dawkins. Some may be familiar with Gene in my fics Sky of Atoms, and Death Stranding Rewind. These stories followed Gene and her relationship with Higgs Monaghan. With this new story, I'm making it more centered on her own life with an overarching plot that ties in with what we know from the game (and possibly DS2 when it comes out). I don't anticipate writing for this story until my other works are complete, but I wanted to put this out for fun and see if there's interest. Feel free to reach out or reply if you want. Thanks for reading!

Gene had never in her life felt this cold before. Her skin trembled while sweat pooled down her face. She felt warm like a fever had taken root. The single blanket provided to her seldom helped, even as she bundled further. Her legs dangled over her assigned coffin, feet gently touching the tiled floor. The piercing cold had her retreat with a hiss. She lifted her right foot up, setting it across her lap, and inspected her sole. There should’ve been frostbite or even a burn given how painful it was. Nonetheless, there was no sign of such a wound much to Gene’s relief. 

“They weren’t kidding about side effects,” Gene murmured to herself with a laugh. Furrowing her brows, she realized it would be a while before she could enjoy being back in the land of the living. Especially when her body or Ha, was registering that her spirit, Ka, returned from the Beach and the five planes. 

Despite having an easy time reintegrating, Gene’s mind was rattled at all she had experienced. The Beach, and all the others connected, were as intricate as stars in a galaxy; boundless. And like stars, beaches shimmered and exploded; returning to the dust from wence they came with new ones coming to take the mantle. 

The BTs were another thing that overwhelmed her. On earth, they were more or less the boogeymen of the modern world; a byproduct of the Death Stranding and its calamity. On the five planes, they had their own ecosystem and life cycle. Gene could scarcely remember it entirely, but when her Ka had walked among them, something clicked. There was a purpose to everything, even monstrous creatures with nuclear capability if they contacted the living. 

“Hey, sleeping beauty!” 

Gene turned her head, seeing Odd standing in the doorway carrying a medium-sized box. 

“Is that you, or my sleep paralysis demon?” Gene quipped with a tired laugh, shaking her head. 

“Would both be a sufficient answer?” Odd chuckled. 

“Depends if you want to get hit in the face or not,” Gene shrugged with a grin. Her eyes followed Odd as he ventured further into the room, and pulled up a stool from afar to sit across from her. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like I died,” Gene answered point blank. “Does this happen every time you go Walking?” 

“For a while, yeah. Your Ha will get used to it.” Odd nodded truthfully. He let out a breath he had been holding back since Gene had undergone the ceremony and smiled.

“I knew you’d pull through!”

Gene canted her head, raising a brow in suspicion. 

“What?” Odd asked.

“I swear I hear doubt in your voice.” Gene grinned. 

“Nah, never.” Odd chuckled, waving off the accusation with his hand playfully. “Although, you had me worried back there, on the shores. Most have their breakthrough before ascending to the Beach and five planes.”

“Guess I'm special," Gene murmured, recalling how terrifying that ordeal was. One moment, she was feeling the energy of all atoms in the air and sky, and then a wave of tar crashed into her being and pulled her into the ocean. “I’m glad you and ANUBIS were there to pull me out, or...I guess I should be calling you SET now considering the circumstances.” 

“It’s about time you started treating me with some authority!” Odd chuckled and further laughed at the playful grimace Gene evoked. 

“Don’t get all cute,” Gene countered. “You may be the better Death Walker, but I’m still the best porter between us.” 

“You do have me in a bind there,” Odd admitted with a soft laugh. His expression changed, going from carefree to concerned. He held it for a while, glancing over Gene as if looking for a hidden injury. “I know you already told me, but for clarity's sake, what did you see during your breakthrough?”  

“I can’t remember it all. It was sudden, like a light going on and off.” 

“Try to remember the core of it.” Odd encouraged. “The feelings you had, and any images of significance.” 

Gene made a face, feeling the hairs on her arms stand. She remembered drowning, feeling the very essence of her Ka expanding and contracting before a fury of images was suddenly downloaded into her consciousness. Deep down, she didn’t know if she would ever recover from it.

She closed her eyes, trying to give her brain the chance to sort through what experiences her Ka had taken into itself. 

“I saw the world,” Gene began, and gesticulated with her hands to emphasize her points. “And out of this…void, came a large snake. It coiled around the globe ten times over, squeezing what it could. Then the snake stretched its neck and looked up at the sun. I saw it rise, sprinting toward it. Its mouth opened, and it swallowed the rays and eventually, the whole sphere, but the sun escaped and the snake retreated back into the darkness.” 

Gene opened her eyes when she was done recounting. “Then I saw you and ANUBIS pulling me out of the surf.” 

Odd, nodded. The concern he displayed from before died down as he smiled with pride. His fingers gently tapped the medium-sized box, and he offered it to Gene. 

With a shaking hand, Gene retrieved the box. She raised a brow at Odd after glancing between the package and him.

“What’s this, a funeral gift?”

“More like a welcoming present.” Odd corrected with a laugh. “You survived the ceremony, the breakthrough, and found your patron. It’s only fair you earned one of these to help you travel to and from the Beach.” 

Gene began to unwrap the box, her smile growing big as each layer was peeled back. When her mask was finally revealed, Gene paused to look over the details. It reminded her of a half-face Oni mask that samurai would wear into battle, to scare the souls out of their enemies. The structure was reptilian in nature, resembling the maw of a dragon. The teeth were small, save for a pair of fangs that a cobra would be envious of. The mask was near pitch black, and the teeth were covered in gold chiralium. Though Gene knew this was a tool for her new job, it was also a work of art. Something crafted with devotion.

“Did you make this, or did the UCA?” Gene asked in awe. 

“Yours truly!” Odd gestured out with both his arms and grinned. “Once you told me what your breakthrough was on the Beach, I started carving with the printers as soon as I woke up.” 

As Gene combed over every inch of detail, she noticed a small inscription on the lower left side of the mask. In silver etching was inscribed the numbers 006 with a dash in between, and a name in all caps. She furrowed her brows, then finally peered up at Odd who gave her a beaming smile, much like the ones used to wear all the time when they were both children. 

Odd stood up, rummaging Gene’s hair playfully. In between exhausted laughs, and Gene shoving his arm away, Odd crouched in front of Gene. The determination in his eyes had her smiling back in admiration. 

“I better let you rest. You’re gonna need it before we go Walking again.”

“More like I need to hibernate.” Gene snorted. 

“Then I will speak no more!” Odd chuckled and rose to his feet. He ventured to the door of Gene’s quarters. Before disappearing from view, Odd turned around, meeting Gene’s gaze. 

“Welcome to the DUAT, APEP.” 

With a wink, he was gone and Gene’s eyes fell back onto the mask. Her fingers traced over the word APEP and she swallowed. 

The serpent eating the sun came back to her. Except, the sphere didn’t escape from the clutches of the giant reptile. The planet disappeared into its gaping maw, and then there was darkness, and what could only be described as a supernova and fire following suit. Then came the screams of billions. 

A part of Gene wanted to tell Odd the truth; that there was more to her breakthrough than what was shared. Nonetheless, Gene couldn’t help but feel the need to keep to herself. It could wait until later. She and DUAT had bigger problems; capturing those responsible for destroying Middle Knot City.

She playfully put the mask on her lower face, and breathed in deep while her eyes closed. There would be justice.

[saintsir4n]

2

WARNINGS: POLICE ACTIVITY

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1914

WATERY Lane was a tip.

The street was notorious for being constantly raided by the police.

Most houses were trashed, items taken or broken just by the coppers claiming they were doing their job.

Eden spent most of her day restoring her home with her parents who insisted she went to work instead, but she couldn't just leave them to deal with the mess. She heard the same thing happen to the Jesus' and the Shelbys. the Dawkins lived in a two-bedroom house and it was small as hell. Eden practically lived in a shoe box, but she was grateful and at least her parents hadn't kicked her out. Luckily her mother's jewellery and anything they valued, birth certificates, passports, spare cash and diaries were all under the floorboards.

"'Saiah is out playin' with Finn," she told her mum, "I sent them away so they wouldn't see much. Isaiah said he was scared the last time."

"Little man would be scared, hell, I panicked this time. But he needs to know somethin', his favourite toy got snatched," Cecil punched the bridge of his nose.

Celestine let a soft gasp, "The toy soldier he doesn't stop raving 'bout?"

"I brought him that for his fifth birthday... suppose I should tell 'im?" Eden winced at the thought of him crying.

Her mum nodded, "Gonna have to, he sleeps with that thing."

Sighing, she took her key, "I'll go and find the boys, you sure you don't need any help?"

Cecil mustered up a smile, "Go on Edie, you missed out on a good day's wage, Lucky me and your mum had the day off."

—

"Tom, Tommy listen, calm the fuck down," Arthur's hoarse voice boomed, trailing after his brother as they rushed through their home.

Tommy rarely let anyone know what he was thinking but his face was a picture.

If John weren't angry as well he would've laughed.

"Ay? Calm the fuck down?" Tommy barked, just before Arthur pushed him down onto the couch. John was quick to join him.

Polly walked in, cigarette in hand, tired from clearing up the house and hiding any money earned from the betting shop.

"We all know you're angry Thomas, we all are. Mrs Granberry was raided and I swore I could hear her voice from a couple of streets away."

The Shelbys couldn't stand that woman, even going as far as to groan at every mention of her name.

"Martha just put Katie down for a nap, don't be waking her up, the coppers scared her enough," John spat, gesturing upstairs, moving the toothpick from his mouth.

"They tore through Ada's dresses too, poor girl's cryin' and won't come out of her room."

"They broke down the Dawkin's door," Tommy stressed, reaching for the smoke Arthur offered him, "and Eden – fuck!"

"Tommy," John smacked his chest, irritated that his daughter might wake and his with could come downstairs, "she's alright, she told me –"

"--And what did she tell you, ey, matter of fact when did you see her?"

Polly rolled her eyes at his obvious jealousy, even Arthur tried to conceal his amusement. They all knew that John and Eden's friendship was purely platonic, but then again very little swayed the Shelby brother from his poor wife.

"--after it happened, me and Martha went by," John felt Tommy's glare go from him to their aunt.

"You what? You said none of us could leave."

One look from Polly made the brothers tense, Tommy was in for it now.

"You better watch your tone, Thomas Michael Shelby," she warned, jabbing the cigarette in his direction, making him huff and turn away, "I don't know who you're speaking to but it's not me. I know you're angry, we can feel it, hell the bloody king probably can from his palace. I told you not to leave this house –"

"Finn's out," John blurted out, but Polly didn't seem to be phased, she knows, Tommy thought, she always fucking knows.

"Where's Finn?" Arthur wondered aloud.

"With Isaiah, troublemakers never stay in one place," Polly remarked, "and they're kids, they shouldn't be here for this." Taking a drag, she turned back to a frustrated Tommy, who ran his hands through his hair, "Look, Tommy, you can go when we know how to deal with the problem at hand."

"And what problem is that Pol?" he asked, instantly earning another glare due to his sarcasm, "The coppers will keep comin' at us, time and time again."

"If only we pay them off, get them on our books," John said, shrugging at the looks he received.

"With what money John boy?" Arthur retorted, getting up, hankering for a drink. "But's the idea ain't half bad, the fuckers will leave half of the street alone if we could."

"You were correct with the first half of what you said Arthur," Polly said, rolling her eyes, but that just made Tommy think.

"We don't fuck with no coppers, and the coppers don't fuck with us, well unless..." John trailed off when he received a deadpanned look from Tommy.

"Well they'll fuck with us if we bribe them, what d'ya say Tom?" Arthur turned to his brother who hadn't said a word in a minute.

Tommy was silent but knew what had to be done, somehow they would get around the books, it might take years, or months if they were lucky, but only if they had minimal obstacles and Small Heath but that was like asking for a pig to fly.

One day he and his family were gonna ensure the police looked the other way.

And that they won't fuck with the Peaky Blinders or their women.

—

Eden kept thinking that she needed to learn how to use a gun... properly.

Sure she shot at bottles out by the cut or under the canals many times, but she was a bad shot.

And that was a known fact.

Hell, even Finn and Isaiah knew that and they were five.

"Why do we have to come back? We weren't doing nought," Finn moaned, as Eden held his and her cousin's hand.

"You're aunt's gonna kill me if she finds out you were looking for bullets by the cut, what were you lot thinkin'?"

"Dunno, it's fun," Isaiah replied, grinning, making Finn giggle.

Eden cursed, "I need to get you home."

"Why? Sun's still out," Isaiah pointed to the big misleading star. It was freezing, January weather was nothing to play with.

"And? I said I'm taking you home, so I'm taking you home."

The boys exchanged cautious looks.

When Eden was serious and stern, it scared them.

But not as much as Polly, never as much as her.

So they started asking questions.

"Why did we have to leave the house today?" Isaiah asked.

Finn then added, "And why was the street a tip?"

"Arthur said something to do with a raid... what's a raid?"

"And why does it happen every month?"

Finn kept staring at Eden as they walked, "Yeah? Why can't my brothers scare them off?"

"They're big," Isaiah agreed.

"And strong. Especially, Arthur, he's the biggest." Finn knew that Curly and Charlie would help them, even the other Romani travellers like the Lees had the potential to chip in if they stayed in one place long enough.

Isaiah objected, "Well... not if you count the 'Gretta's," he said, mispronouncing the Changretta name.

Finn gasped, "Yeah, why didn't your friend that Tommy hates, stop this Edie?"

"Boys," Eden hushed them and brought them in front of her, she kneeled so she was levelled their innocent faces, "You're right Finny, your brothers are the strongest people I know... apart from my dad of course," the boys snickered at that, "but some things are beyond their control, especially in this town. I let you guys play around today so you can stay away from all of this...mess but I know you see it, it's all 'round us, so I know I can't hide you from it for much longer. So when you get home today, just be happy that you can still get up to no good from time to time alright?"

"Alright Edie," they agreed, still not understanding much but still they were big boys in their minds.

"And when I drop Finn off, 'Saiah there's something else you need to know okay?"

Frowning instantly, Isaiah hesitated with his response, but still, he nodded.

"Good, let's go, don't want to run into Mrs Granberry."

And by the looks on their faces, no they did not.

Eden dropped their hands and let them walk ahead.

"My cousin likes your brother," Isaiah whispered to her best friend.

Finn tried to cover his giggles with his hands, "They kiss a lot."

"Does your brother know you like my cousin?"

"Shut up Issy."

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a/n:

anyone notice they gave tommy and john the same middle name in the show? perhaps it was to show that polly had such an impact when raising them or the fact she missed her kids so dearly, or maybe it was a mistake, but i just find it hilarious.

thought to right in some of the policing in birmingham, especially the poorest areas, which were commonly occupied by bipocs.

i would also like to ask, if anyone feels uncomfortable with the g word that is commonly referred to travellers, and if they would like me to replace it whenever I write. (I don't wish to offend anyone). in the show, pretty much all characters reference it but i just wanted to be sure no one had any objections.

[zennec-fox]

doing something fun

so, i'm sure some of you are aware of the website goblin.tools, which takes your to-do lists and breaks it down into easy-to-manage tasks. you might not know, however, that it has a feature called the Formalizer, which can rewrite your text in different styles. one such style is "More sarcastic".

you might also know that i have a fanfic, my 101 Dalmatian Street fan-season. so i decided, instead of updating the damn thing, i'd just put a couple of chapters through the Formalizer on the More sarcastic setting. enjoy the results.

[an excerpt from Chapter 1: The Human in the Room, Part 1]

Oh wow, what a stunning and mind-blowing sunrise in Camden. We simply can't contain our excitement for this ridiculously amazing morning, especially for those Dalmatians in that oh-so-special house on Dalmatian Street. Apparently, these Dalmatians had such an incredibly peaceful night of sleep, you guys won't even believe it. I mean, they escaped from Cruella de Vil's clutches and now they can bask in the glory of carefree naps. Like seriously, pinch me, I must be dreaming!

Wait, Dylan just finished counting the pups for the millionth time. Seriously, dude? Can we please pause counting, Dylan, and finally, oh I don't know, eat our breakfast? Oh, but of course, the pups are starving! Dylan, can't you just stop being so overly cautious?

Breakfast time! The pups literally sprint past Dylan to the kitchen, and all he does is sigh. Ugh, Dylan, could you be any more resigned? Seriously, breakfast should just magically appear before our eyes without any effort on Dylan's part.

Oh look, Dylan's paranoia resurfaces! He can't seem to let go of his worries about Cruella. Oh Dylan, sweetheart, she's locked up now! Can't you just move on and enjoy life? But no, Dylan just keeps torturing himself with all these hypothetical situations. Like what if Cruella breaks out of prison? Oh no! And what if her henchmen come after us? Oh please, spare me the drama! And you know what, Dylan? What if you suddenly turn into a flying unicorn? Gosh, I just can't handle your constant worrying!

Finally, Dawkins tries to comfort Dylan because the poor guy just can't seem to let go of his guilt. Come on, Dylan, you're supposed to be feeding the pups, not drowning in self-pity! Dawkins has to literally coax him out of his brooding state, reminding him that, lo and behold, he has pups to feed! Can't you see, Dylan? There's a world out there that doesn't revolve around your constant distress!

So the brothers enter the kitchen and guess what? Breakfast is served, folks! Dylan, the hero of the day, launches kibble from a hose into each precious dog's bowl. Oh, thank goodness for Dylan and his amazing kibble-pumping skills! Like seriously, son, you deserve a standing ovation for achieving the ultimate task of breakfast preparation. We are eternally grateful!

But wait, Doug, the world's most appreciative dad, just can't resist praising Dylan for another "perfect" breakfast. Wow, Doug, your enthusiasm is truly contagious! And thank you, Dylan, for providing such an impeccable culinary experience. You are a culinary genius, a true master of doggie nutrition!

Oh, here comes Delilah, the queen of time management. We must leave now because, you know, time waits for no dog. Farewell, precious pups, Delilah has dragged poor Doug out the door.

So now what? Dolly has to bathe the pups? Oh, what a dreadful task! Poor Dolly, she deserves a medal for undertaking such a burdensome responsibility. And Dylan, of course, vows to clean. How noble of you, Dylan! Cleaning up after everyone's messes is definitely the height of excitement. Ugh, the thrilling life of a Dalmatian.

[Chapter 4: De Vil's Advocate]

Oh, would you look at that, Hunter is complaining about the absolute garbage people throw into the canal. How original. I'm sure it's such a burden for him to clean up after the fantastic citizens of this fine city. Fergus, being the voice of reason, suggests that maybe Hunter could stop doing this thankless task. But no, Hunter just can't stand the thought of spending his precious alone time in his flat. God forbid he has a moment of peace without having to be the hero of the canal.

Of course, Fergus has an oh-so-brilliant idea for Hunter's entertainment. Why not smuggle Fergus and his gang of misfits into various shops? Because that's a surefire way to get banned from every corner store in London. But oh, wait, Fergus clarifies that it doesn't have to be corner stores. Restaurants, cafes, and even ice cream shops are fair game for their mischief. Yes, you read that right, they don't even eat ice cream, but they just want to enjoy the nuts. How utterly thrilling.

It seems the loneliness is getting to Hunter's head, as he suggests that maybe the entire Canal Crew could move into his flat with him. I mean, who needs a proper park when you can have a dingy flat to "wander around" in, right? What a generous offer from Hunter, but of course, Fergus politely declines because they are apparently part of the "natural order of things" in Camden. How profound.

But hold on a second, what's that? Trash is moving? Oh boy, Hunter has stumbled upon a squirming sack. How delightful. He quickly scoops it up and wades back to the Canal Crew as if he's some sort of hero. Do we really need to applaud him for rescuing a dog from the canal? How heartwarming. Fergus is understandably angry about the whole situation, as if he didn't see that coming a mile away.

Turns out, the sack contains a little German Shepherd pup. Poor thing is completely soaked and coughing, but at least he has Hunter, our savior, to thank for saving his life. Jaeger, as he introduces himself, is incredibly grateful and declares that Hunter is a "good human" and asks if he can live with him. Because, you know, a single act of heroism definitely makes up for all the other questionable actions Hunter has taken in his life.

Naturally, Hunter is taken aback by being called a "good human" because we all know he's been nothing but perfect. But hey, it's not like he had any other plans for his lonely life, so he agrees to take Jaeger home. Oh joy, now Hunter has a little buddy to keep him company in his flat filled with mystery cages. You know, the kind of cages you definitely don't want to ask about.

Time for some gossip with Fergus, who is regaling Dylan with the story of how Hunter helped him take revenge on Pearl. Such upstanding citizens we have here. Dylan, being the judgmental dalmatian that he is, doesn't approve and can't stand Hunter. Can you blame him? I mean, who wouldn't want to hang around Mr. H? Must be pure joy.

In a sudden turn of events, Jaeger comes crashing into Fergus, who happens to be best friends with Dylan. What a coincidence! Of course, Dylan has no idea who this little pup is, but Jaeger takes it upon himself to bounce on top of Dylan and annoy the living daylights out of him. Ah, the beauty of friendship.

After the chaos settles down, Dylan realizes that Jaeger has no collar. Oh, the horror! Is Jaeger part of the sacred Canal Crew? Absolutely not! But he sure thinks Hunter is a swell guy and wants to introduce him to his human. How adorable. Dylan, in all his wisdom, sniffs Jaeger and immediately realizes that they must go somewhere safe. Away from that monster, Hunter. Can't trust him, you know?

Fergus, now panicking, attempts to stop Dylan from taking Jaeger away, but instead tackles him to the ground. Way to go, Fergus. Meanwhile, Jaeger seizes the opportunity to run back to Hunter, the "good human" who saved his life. Convenient timing.

So, Hunter and Jaeger find themselves in a state of tranquility. Oh, what a touching moment it is, with Jaeger trying to catch his breath and Hunter scratching his head. Hunter, now filled with remorse, spills his deepest secrets to Jaeger. How he framed the dalmatians, took Dallas' fur, and even kidnapped them for his great-aunt. Such a stand-up guy, isn't he?

Jaeger, not quite understanding why a "good human" would do such terrible things, tries to console Hunter. How sweet of him. And with that, Jaeger declares that he likes Hunter. How heartwarming

[colorisbyshe]

If you don't mind me asking, why are you an atheist?

Oh, lots of reasons I guess.

I was never raised very religious to begin with, which didn't help. I was brought to church every Sunday my mom felt like going but when I was about... 10, I told her I'd rather sleep in than go to church and she let me. Just to get the ~vibe of how I was raised. I was already a skeptic and fairly atheist-ic even then.

But well... beyond that it's a combination of a lot of things.

I was also a very inquisitive and skeptical person, even as a child. I constantly asked questions, constantly felt comfortable correcting adults and pushing back when I felt like they were full of shit (I was also a very vulgar child and would USE phrases like 'full of shit'), and would get very, very frustrated when I felt adults were lying to me.

I asked a lot of questions in Bible school and didn't get a lot of answers. Beyond a lot of things not making sense to me logistically, a lot of things didn't make sense to me morally.

And then... my childhood was like... very full of tragedy very early on. Dead dad. Witnessed domestic violence. Related to that, my best friend was put into foster care and I was there when the cops came. Etc etc.

And so, I can to the conclusion, fairly young, that a god could not be all powerful, all knowing, AND benevolent. Because like... sure, free will can explain some evil in the world, but my dad couldn't free will outside of dying young. I was very socially conscious as well (shout out to growing up during hte bush years lol) and a lot of the injustice I saw in the world on a larger scale didn't make sense if you believe in a kind God. 9/11. Racism. Homophobia. Rent existing for single mothers, like my mom.

And, frankly, to me, a god who is not all powerful or all knowing.. isn't really a god. And I didn't want to believe in a god that wasn't benevolent. I wasn't going to fear someone who seemed like such a fucking royal cunt. SO I didn't.

I did get dragged into White Man's Atheism (you know the type) in my preteen years but focused all of my anger and "I can prove your religion is a logical fallacy" energy at Christianity, which I was mostly angry at. Watched shit like The God Who Wasn't There, read some Dawkins (yikes, not proud of that). And just.. felt very angry and hurt. But also correct.

And felt a lot of that anger and hurt continue as I watched people use religion to justify a lot of awful shit.

I've since lost that anger (or at least, I learned to focus it ONLY on the people using religion for bad and not all Christians) but the root of my belief is the same. The world, as it exists, could not be the creation of a kind or involved god. Theoretically, a god who isn't kind or involved could exist, but then... I don't need to believe in them. They have nothing to do with my life, so why spend time believing in them?

The world is a beautiful place to me because it is random. Because we can CHOOSE to be good even when it's hard, even when we aren't rewarded for it. We make our own lives. And when our lives end, there is only the peace of non-existence. That is wonderful to me. That is affirming to me. I don't need anything else to fill that gap.

Things like heaven seem miserable to me. Reincarnation seems fucking miserbale me. I don't need or want a moral code from some abstract fear or desire for reward. I envy some religious communities and think many have created beautiful, powerful things but don't TRULY want that type of community for myself.

I've participated in some religious ceremonies, I've been invited to UU church and had a decent time, celebrated some Jewish holidays and thought they were lovely, but like... it's not something that enriches my life the awy I crave enrichment. Always feel honored to be invited and welcomed into something so sacred but not something I desire on my own.

Even if I believed, I would be a-religious. I am not spiritual in any way. I don't even really believe i the more fun stuff. I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe aliens are among us or have ever visited Earth. "Cryptids" don't intrigue me.

I'm a very fact based person and the beauty I see in the world often stems from the tangible--love from people around me, love in nature, love in random chance. I don't need that form anywhere else.

I don't begrudge anyone their belief so long as they don't wield it against anyone else. I think many religions have lots of good to offer. But for... other people. Not me.

Also, if I did believe, I wouldn't know what God to believe in. Not the Christian God but... there's hundreds more besides. I wouldn't know where to begin. And it's like... who the fuck am I to say "Yes to this god, no to this one?" If there is a God, idk if I'm the one to decide which traits and history belong to them.

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

the quote i posted is from saturn by sleeping at last

i don't see it in greatest show on earth but i have no affinity with dawkins to know his quotes

Oh, noted! o.o I'll have to listen to that when I have more attention spoons.

The Richard Dawkins quote I was referring to is the spoken one in Greatest Show on Earth, the Nightwish song, that starts with "We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born," and goes on to talk about how Rare it is to Be Born as The Person You Are. And ends with "How dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?"

It moves me to tears every time and it's a sentiment I hold very close to my heart. ~<3

[testudoaubrei-blog]

I mean, or fuck, non-religious belief systems being co-opted to serve the same power structures. There is no belief system too good or correct or true that it can't be co-opted by power, and those with social power will promote and shape beliefs (not even by design, just by believing things that help them sleep at night and promote their social goals).

I do think that Tumblr's insistence on some essentialist sinful nature of Christianity is not just about identity categories but a manifestation of the kind of historical idealism that is so popular among a certain kind of business/technological elite (and has filtered down and been popularized) - a view that the driving force, indeed the historical actor of history, is 'culture' and 'beliefs' and 'ideas' and not human beings and human institutions (who are shaped by their beliefs but also shape them to fit their needs). This idea is most completely and stupidly expressed in Dawkins idea of Memetics, which conceives of human minds as a carrier for 'memes', the unit of 'cultural evolution' - a cultural gene. If this sounds like a house of cards built on shitty metaphors you are correct! If you can spot 10 reasons why Darwinian evolution and Mendelian genetics are particularly unlike the development of history and culture, you are also correct! My favorite thing about Memetics is that the journal of Memetics shut down because the entire concept 'lacked explanatory power' - it doesn't actually describe the way people actually work in a useful way.

Anyway the alternative view of the above historical idealism (or perhaps better, cultural determinism) is to view human beliefs as a two way street. They shape what people do and how they live, but people will in turn change and shape and apply their beliefs to suit their lives, and then teach these beliefs to others.

The classic example of this is American Christianity in the South. Nominally black and white southerners were part of the same theological traditions of the same religion. But while White southern Christians emphasized and embraced everything in their religion and it's scriptures that sanctified tradition, power and authority - drawing heavily from the books of law and the Pauline Epistles - (and just...made up other elements of their theology to justify slavery like the curse of Ham), black Christians emphasized elements on the faith that were liberating, egalitarian, and even revolutionary, drawing heavily from the gospels, the prophetic books, Exodus and other elements of the Pauline Epistles. So by the 1960s Martin Luther King was nominally not only the same religion as Bob Jones but the same type of Christian (they were both Baptists).

Or we could look at how differently George Taney, author of Dred Scott v Sanford, viewed the American constitution compared with Frederick Douglas. I could go on. The American example is particularly illustrative because different people with the same cultural and intellectual touchstones interpret those completely differently. People are not computers and culture, religion and ideology are not software.

This isn't to say that beliefs and ideas don't matter, they do. Some ideas, are better than others - I don't think that the idea that the way to figure out how to do what is right lies in literal readings of 1700 or 2500 or 1300 year old collections of heterogeneous texts is the optimal belief for promoting human flourishing, especially when those collections of texts themselves were collected by those with social power in their own day. Of course, a lot of people from a lot of different religious traditions agree with me here. And beleifs can live on in other ways and do harm for centuries. The theological descendent of the slaveholder's Christianity mentioned above endorsed Donald Trump. The ideological descendant of Taney's constitutional originalism is once again in power at the US Supreme Court. Though it is worth emphasizing though while times have changed, the power structures that American conservative Protestantism and Constitutional Originalism were developed to defend are still around and still dominant!

This matters in part because we are seeing a redoubled effort to secularize justifications for the powerful and wealthy to continue dominating society - whether we are talking about billionaires or random white cis male heterosexuals. People like Stephen Pinker and Sam Harris are very much peddling modern versions of 18th and 19th century ideologies created to justify capitalism. Meanwhile James Lindsay, a former Atheist activist, has literally joined forces with fundamentalist Christians because they share an interest in protecting the power and privelege of white cis men from feminists, black activists and us queers. Many of these people like Pinker are -also- promoting the kind of cultural determinism I am critiquing, and that is not an accident, I think. Focusing on culture and beliefs means that we are not critiquing the power structures that are at the root of most of the world's problems - the power structures they profit from.

I don't know how to yell you this, but Tumblr's insistence that Christianity is uniquely bad amongst world religions is itself an incredibly blinkered and Western-centric perspective. Like the fact of the matter is that there are certain patterns to how religious belief systems get used and co-opted by dominant power structures across human societies; but we can't have that conversation because Tumblr is obsessed with essentializing identity categories.

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Lamb

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Miss Y/n Y/l/n Rating - 18 (Blood / Gore / Nudity) Word Count - 2609

Jack was working late in the morgue everyone else in the small hospital already fast asleep, but he tinkered away under the electric lights in the hospital basement practicing a new surgical technique on a fresh cadaver. Every so often checking his book and struggling with the swirling words to understand what he was meant to be doing.

However, the silence soon came to a end as he heard footsteps. Jack's eyes shot up from his book to the entrance of the morgue he’d left the doors open as he never lived being shut in here so late, he was concerned for a moment but soon realised it was just Y/n. Jack had a lot of affection for Y/n, he would very nearly say he loved her, she was a nurse in the hospital and the two spent an awful lot of time together. He wanted to make her his wife but… the rules and social etiquette of Victorian dating were something Jack didn’t understand and frankly couldn’t be bothered to learn,

Jack let out a sigh of relief. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

Y/n stood in the doorway in her little silk nightgown her curls loose around her, clearly she'd been in bed. But she carried a book in hand, "I didn't mean to spook you, Jack,"

Jack’s eyes wandered her body for a moment before focusing again. "What are you doing down here? You should be asleep."

"I had a question" She hurried inside shutting the door softly,

Jack turned his body more to her. "A question? You do know it's the middle of the night, right?"

"Well you’re awake, I'm awake. And I have questions" she shurgged opening her book and flicking through her various notes,

Jack let out a soft groan, but didn't protest. "Alright, go ahead."

"... Mr Clarke in bed seven. We've been dosing him on morphie and noticing his shaking and trembling hasn't stopped I pondered... Did we ask if he smoked?"

Jack sat there for a moment, processing. He mentally slapped himself for forgetting to ask such an important question the last time he spoke to the patient. "No, we didn't ask."

"Could that not be why he's trembling given he hasn't been allowed or able to smoke for the last four days?"

Jack leaned against the table, and let out a sigh. "That's... very much possible. Good point. I can't believe I forgot to ask. Bloody hell.” Jack looked at her again, “Is this what you do at night?”

“How so?”

“Just lay in bed with your note book thinking about patients?”

“... Yes,” She nodded, “why? What do you do in bed?”

“Sleep,” He answered,

“I mean like before you fall asleep,”

“...Drink. Or gamble.” he explained, “Or… think about you,” He suggested trying to give her waist a playful tickle but she elbowed his stomach before he even got close,

“Hands to yourself Doctor Dawkins,”

"So... why such... little clothing?" he smirked,

"I thought I was asking you questions not the other way around?"

He chuckled, “I’m curious,”

"what's wrong with it?"

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes wandering her body again. "Nothing at all. Just very... revealing."

"it's Australia. Its summer. Our bedrooms are both in the attic. Oddly enough I'm hot." She explained, "Besides why is what I wear to bed any of your business."

A smirk formed on his face, as he jokingly said, "Never said I didn't like it. Besides… it’s nice to know what you wear to bed, I can better imagine you now.”

she rolled her eyes "Anyway... I've been considering Mrs gains I don't think she actually has muscle pain... I think she has hysteria"

He raised an eyebrow. "Hysteria? Why do you think that?"

"... She complains about every... Three weeks or so coincidentally the time her husband goes out of town for business, complaining about muscle pain in her upper thigh, and every time we send either you or sneed over to give her a thigh massage that seems to fix it. I don't think she actually has anything wrong with her... Just wants a man to touch her while her husband's away"

It took Jack a moment to process everything that she'd said and then he let out a sigh and ran his hand over his face. "So... Mrs Gains only complains about muscle pain in her thigh every three weeks. Coincidentally the time her husband goes out of town... she complains about it to us so we send over me or Snead to give her a 'thigh massage' and then suddenly it's all fixed as soon as her husband arrives home again.. correct?"

"exactly, does that not seem suspicious to you?"

Jack stood there for a moment, thinking. It did sound rather suspicious, "I suppose but... she's married. Surely she wouldn't cheat on her husband. Right?"

"I don't think she wants to cheat on her husband I think she just likes having you boys massage he upper thigh"

Jack let out a sigh, "Bloody hell.. I've been spending hours just massaging her thigh while her husband is away for work? Christ."

"yeah exactly" she Nodded

Jack groaned again and rubbed his eyes, before looking at Y/n again "How'd you even come up with the idea she might have hysteria anyway?"

"... When you break it down that's all female hysteria is jack, it's women fainting and faking for attention so doctors go over and make them feel better"

Jack sat silently processing. "That's a dark way to think about it but... I suppose you're right. I think you may be right."

"of course I'm right" she smiled shutting her book "That's all, that's what was swimming in my noggin before bedtime."

A soft laugh escaped. He stood close, now towering over her. "Right. Well.. do you mind if I ask another question myself now?"

"... Fine" she sighed

Jack leaned down closer to her "Do you wear clothing like this every night? Or just for me?"

"every night... Why?"

Jack shrugged but had a small smirk on his face and leaned even closer, so close that their bodies were almost touching. "No reason in particular. Was just thinking that I'd like to see you wearing this more often, it's very pleasing to the eye."

she scoffed "Whatever would people think they saw me wondering around the hospital in my nightie let spending time in said nightie alone with a bachelor such as yourself" She used her proper lady tone

Jack chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "Oh I'm sure we both know nobody would have a problem with the two of us spending time together in here alone."

she glared "You know full well if my father found out you were alone with me he would come down here pack my things and march me home. After beating you with his cane to a bloody plump"

Jack sighed and leaned back slightly, having a grimace on his face. "And don't remind me how much I bloody hate your father. Honestly, he has no good reason to hate me."

"... Doesn't he? You are often alone and make lewd remarks towards his only unmarried daughter."

Jack let out a small 'pfft,' and chuckled "I think 'often' is.. a stretch. Besides, how is flirting with his daughter a reasonable reason for him to hate me?"

"If you had a daughter and found out some boy was flirting with her you wouldn't be angry?"

Jack sighed and rubbed his face again, contemplating an answer. A few moments of silence later, he responded. "I understand it'd be... worrying. But why anger? You're not a child anymore, you're an adult, You can defend yourself and know what's appropriate and not appropriate. So why shouldn't you flirt with the opposite gender if you please? Namely me."

"because that's not how society works jack."

Jack scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Bloody society. So because society says it's not okay for two people to flirt, it's not okay for a man to give a compliment to a woman. Makes perfect sense."

"I didn't make these etiquette rules."

Jack sighed, and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. "I know that. But that doesn't mean it's reasonable to follow these bloody etiquette rules."

she rolled her eyes resting her hands on his, "I am an unmarried young lady and you are a bachelor. Like it or not there are rules we have to follow. We get away with alot more because your a doctor and I'm a nurse we have excuses to be alone together. If we weren't if you wanted time alone with me you'd have to court me like everyone else."

Jack chuckled at first before rolling his eyes. "Court you? That's a damn joke. You know damn well I won't court you just to be able to spend time alone with you. Besides, if I went and courted you, I'd have to meet with your bloody father, and I'm not exactly in any rush to see that old bastard again."

"...he'd let you, you know." She said quietly

Jack raised an eyebrow, surprised by her answer. "Would he now? The ol' prick would truly give me permission to court you?"

"he's told me before. He'd give you permission if you actually went about properly"

Jack fell silent for a moment, contemplating what she'd said. "... And what exactly would going about it "properly" require me to do?"

"To bathe. Get dressed up in your best shirt. Come to the house. Perhaps bring gifts for my family. Sit down to dinner. Then ask my father for permission to court me."

Jack groaned and rubbed nose against her neck as he imagined the scenario she was describing. He groaned again and rested his forehead against her shoulder. "Good god... that sounds like absolutely torture." He stayed rested against her for a long moment, not saying anything. After what felt like forever, he lifted his head up. "... Say I did go through all that. The bathing, the best clothes, the family dinner and all that bullshit... would you actually say yes?"

"... Not my choice. Father will decide if you can have permission then you'd have to ask me and then go about the courting"

Jack groaned again, "How many damn steps are in this courting situation anyway?"

"... Well asking for permission, asking the lady, first stage of courting where your chaperoned, second stage where you’re unchaperoned, balls and formal events, then engagement."

Jack groaned again, "Christ... that sounds... bloody exhausting."

"oh it is."

"And this is all because society says two grown adults can't spend time alone without being bloody chaperoned?"

"Yep." She nodded "I mean... You could try your luck do all the same things and just ask father for my hand. It's more a risk but if he agrees you jump straight to engagement "

Jack lifted his head back up and raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly is the likelihood of him agreeing? Because if I'm going through all this bullshit I'd like to know if it's pointless or not.."

"... Agreeing to court, I'd say 70% leaving room for potential social issues. Asking for my hand... 50%... If you catch him on a good day... And maybe wait till he's a few whiskeys deep"

Jack chuckled softly. He was surprised to hear those odds. "Damn. That's a surprisingly high chance. I'd assumed it'd be in the 10% range."

"as I said. He's told me before if you were to go about it properly her happily allow it"

Jack let out another long sigh. "Alright. I'm... slightly considering this now. Very, very, slightly considering this."

"you do realize either way we'd have to get married?"

Jack went silent, staring at the ground to the side while he processed that. A few moments later he spoke in a quiet voice. "Y-Yeah... I'm very much aware of that…” He went silent again, thinking. It was hard enough for him to actually imagine himself getting married, but… for y/n. A frown formed on his face as he spoke again. "Bloody hell... your father as my father-in-law..."

she chuckled "You'd only have to see him like once a year"

Jack groaned again. "One too many times if you ask me. Honestly, I can't stand the thought of being in the same room as that old bastard." Jack went silent for another moment, staring at the floor. But after that moment, he let out a long sigh and spoke up again. ".. But I suppose having to deal with him once a year would be... bearable.. if it meant being married to you"

"hum... Getting to see under my nightie really worth that much to you? That you'd go though all the chaos of courting, marrying me, and dealing with my father for the rest of your life?"

Jack couldn't help but chuckle a tiny bit. "Trust me, seeing under your nightie is only a part of the reason I'm considering this. Getting to marry you is the major reason." he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, "Besides... I would rather marry the woman I love, even if I have to deal with her father being a pain in my ass for the rest of my life"

"or you could just go down the pub and pay a lady a few pounds to see under her dress and just remain a bachelor forever?"

Jack chuckled again and slowly leaned even closer to her. "Ah, but there's only one little problem with that idea. I'm in love with bloody you, not some random pub girl."

she chuckled "Well, you know your options, now can I get to bed or you just going to keep me down in the morgue with you all night?"

Jack let out a sigh and very slowly released his grip on her waist. He took a step back. "I suppose you can go off to bed. I'll see you tomorrow as usual?"

"of course, first thing in the morning. You want me to wake you or just meet you in the ward for rounds?"

Jack shrugged and let out a yawn. "Just meet me in the ward for rounds. I'm planning on staying up a little later, you can go get your beauty sleep."

"alright" she chuckled heading to the door but just before she left she turned back "you’re really thinking about this aren't you?"

Jack stayed silent for a moment, as if he was contemplating the question. He eventually let out a sigh and nodded. "... Yeah, I am. I'm actually... genuinely considering it."

she chuckled and nodded slightly a wicked look on her face for a minute "Well..." She smirked her fingers moving to the small straps of her silk nightie and pulling them down to her waist for a brief few seconds exposing her collar, chest and bare breasts before she quickly moved it back up concealing herself again

Jack went completely silent and still while she lowered the straps, his jaw-dropping as his eyes rushed to memorize every tiny little inch of her skin,

"Some encouragement." She blew him a kiss before she headed out of the morgue "See you in the morning doctor Dawkins"

He let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding, "Bloody hell..." he whispered before quickly composing himself "Y-yeah.. see you in the morning."

Jack continued to remain completely motionless after she'd left. He just stood there for a while, his mind and body practically frozen while his brain desperately tried to process what had just happened. The image of her for those few seconds was now burnt into his memory.

After a few minutes, he seemed to finally have enough self-control to move again. He let out another heavy sigh, running his hand through his hair to try and keep himself from feeling the burning sense of desire. He quickly tried to distract his mind by thinking of the patients, the paperwork, anything that could make him push that goddamn image out of his mind but too late he saw and he was so so happy he saw.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Clumsy girl.

Request: Fluff, Fluffy Fluff Fluff please. Jack Dawkins and reader, she's a clumsy lady from town who is friends with Hetty. Belle is still in it but they don't have a relationship. Jack secretly likes reader. You can choose the storyline etc.

"Oh y/n what have you done this time?" Hetty asks as you walk up to her.

"What do you mean, I'm perfectly well." You say, words slightly slurred. Hetty reached up to your head, pushing back your hair to look at the wound.

"y/n?" She sighs. You smile at her and shrug, "come on." She takes your shoulder and leads you further into the hospital. Before she could get you to the ward you see Jack jumping down the back staircase, from the doctor's residency rooms.

"Oh good afternoon y/n. Look at your head. Come upstairs." He takes your arm from Hetty, "Thank you nurse." He says to his long time friend.

"umm excuse me you can't just take patients up there." A very posh and very annoyed voice calls over to you both.

"No worries Lady Belle. She is a friend. We shan't be a moment." Jack sarcastically grinned at the blonde woman and continued walking.

"Who is that?" You ask.

"The Governor's daughter, fancies herself a surgeon. Sneed let's her waltz around cause he wants to bed her." He laughed.

"ha, always trying to get one over, isn't he." You say as Jack leads you into his bedroom. You sit down on the end of the bed and Jack darts to his table where he grabs some cloths and bandages. He sits beside you, one leg folded below him.

"What happened this time, y/n?" He asks as he takes a better look at your head wound.

"Oh, you know me, I tripped, the table was I'm sure two feet to the left." You say. Jack looks down at you, concern painted across his eyes.

"y/n, you're not yourself. Lay down." He stands and guides you by the shoulders to the pillow.

"Jack if you wanted me in your bed all you have to do is ask." You say, eyes feeling heavy.

"Alright, you just lay back and rest I'll stitch this up for you okay." His voice is hardly higher than a whisper. The comfort of his feather pillows draws you to sleep.

When at last you stir and open your eyes you see Jack close by sitting in a wooden dining chair, his feet propped up on the end of the bed beside him Hetty stands, a hand on her hip and one fiddling with her apron. You stayed still to listen to them.

"I do worry about her. Could there be something worse happening?" The nurse and your long time friend asked him.

"I don't know, when she's here we never see her fall or stumble." Jack narrowed his lips and clenched his jaw.

"You think, she only has her father at home." Hetty explained. The pair fell silent and Hetty leaves the room.

"I know you're awake, y/n." Jack pulls his legs back and leans forward.

"How?" You ask opening your eyes.

"your breathing changed." He grinned.

"Doctor Dawkins, please don't think bad of my father, I really am clumsy." You say.

"Yes well, unfortunately for.him, I have decided that he can't have you back. I want you to stay here." Jack moved so he was crouching in front of you.

"For how long?" You ask. Jack helps you to sit up in the bed.

"Well actually, indefinitely." He explains. Panic makes your heart beat rapidly inside your chest.

"No, I can't do that. He needs...I couldn't..." you start to push the sheets back to get out of bed but Jack takes your hands.

"y/n, you have...what if I... I'd very much like you to be here." Jack struggles to find the words.

"It's okay, Doctor I really have no skills to help in the hospital so I could never pay for the health care." You protest once again pushing yourself off the bed.

"No, you don't understand." Jack stands, a hand on his hip and the other rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not very good at this at all. I don't want you to stay here as a patient." He tries again.

"Then as what? A servant? I'm a good cook-"

"No!" He cuts you off, "Not as a servant as my...well as my wife." He finally says, dropping his chin to his chest. You stop and stand still looking up to him. You couldn't describe the feeling that shuddered throughout your body.

"Why...but we don't, I mean you have not..." It was your turn to lose the ability to speak. Jack took two large steps toward you and took your hands in his.

"I have liked you since the moment I first saw you, but I never thought you'd feel the same for me. I figured you'd have a long list of suitors but I can't do this anymore, y/n. I can't keep seeing you come in here bruised and battered by some old man who doesn't treat you exactly how you should be."

Unsure how to reply you slip back onto the bed trying to work out what he was saying. Jack crouched in front of you.

"I have no money and nothing to offer you but this room, and a husband who would love you." He says.

"You love me?" You ask with a smile. Jack lets out a single laugh

"I've been trying to find a way of telling you for a long time." He smiles.

"Well, we will need some things in here, a woman's touch and it could look quite lovely." You say looking around yourself.

"Is, is that a yes?" Jack asks.

"Yes Jack, I'll marry you."

[romanstheory]

Best Friend a Damian Priest One Shot

Warnings : Smut, Fluff, Language, Risk of Being Caught, Nipple play, Size Kink

Word Count : 1,103

18 +

This is abnormally long for what I usually do for these but I was real into it 😂

Damian and I have been best friends since NXT. We had a break from communication once I got called up to debut on RAW while he was still waiting his turn. The day he debuted we reconnected like we had never taken a break. We go together like bread and butter, the perfect match. I started off as a sort of shy girl, small and silent unless spoken to. Damian has always been quite the opposite, loud, tall, and the life of the party. He brought out my voice, he's my favorite person. A few RAW superstars decided to get to the next city a couple days early and get an air bnb together. We all decided we should treat ourselves after an amazing Wrestlemania weekend.

Damian has just joined forces with Edge and I've just won the RAW Women's Championship. We're both on a high, and who better to share that with than your close friends? "You need any help?" Damian asks me as we both get out of the car, we've just arrived at the air bnb. "I'm a big girl, I think I got it" I say jokingly as I go to the trunk to get my bag. We're the last to arrive, so we're greeted by all of our friends. "There they go!" Angelo Dawkins says loudly with a drink in his hand. "What's up man!" Damian says pulling him into a hug. "Girl you look so good! Hi!" Bianca says smiling. "Hey beautiful!" I reply with a smile. "Aye so we already got our rooms, we figured y'all would be fine sharing a room. It's at the end of the hall to the right" Montez Ford says from the sofa.

"I mean I don't care, do you?" Damian says looking down at me. "No, I don't mind" I say as we walk down the hall. My mind couldn't help but wonder how these next few days would go. He's my best friend, but we've never shared a room together. Sometimes in hotels we would do those weird connected rooms but that was as close as it got. The room has one bed and a pull out couch "I can sleep on the couch" Damian offers. "Okay" I say softly. Damian looks over at me "What's wrong mami? You look like you just saw a ghost" He asks me. "Just... Thinking is all" I reply. "If you're afraid of the dark, I'll keep you safe" Damian says with a chuckle and a wink. We join the rest of the superstars for a night full of laughs and fun. Damian kept being subtly flirty with me all night, and I would be a liar if I said I didn't enjoy it.

The guys all went to go night swimming, leaving all of the girls inside. "So are we gonna talk about how Damian clearly wants you or not?" Zelina says looking at me while taking a sip of her wine. "Girl I mean it's real obvious" Bianca adds. "We're best friends, we're just close" I reply quickly. "He wants to be close alright" Zelina jokes. The guys come in and my eyes immediately go to Damian. His tall stature and tattooed body sends shockwaves through me. I've never looked at him like this before, but damn he's sexy. We shower and get ready for bed, Damian tosses the pillows off of the sofa to pull out the bed. "Why don't you just sleep up here" I quickly offer. "Scared of the dark?" Damian says jokingly before plopping down on the bed next to me. We get under the blankets and he wraps his big arm around me.

I swear it felt like my heart skipped a beat in that moment. I laid my head on his chest "I like you" Damian says into the darkness "A lot". My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest "I like you too" I say to him softly as I flick the lamp next to me on. Damian pulls me into a soft kiss, his big hand cupping my face. All I could think about was him on top of me, pressing his body against my short frame. My hands explore his penis over his night pants causing it to become stiff. He pulls down my loose top, exposing my breasts as he softly pinches and twirls them between his fingers. He bends down, and flicks my nipple back and forth with his warm tongue. I'm already filling with lust. We slip our clothes off, I cant help but admire his body again.

His tattoos fit his body seamlessly. "I'll be gentile, I don't wanna hurt you" He says as he plants another kiss on my lips, slowly making his was on top of me. I can hear voices outside of our door, people are having conversations. I can feel the warmth of his erect penis at the entrance of my vagina. His massive frame hovers over me as my body relaxes in anticipation for what's next. He kisses my lips and trails then down my neck, ending at my breasts. He pushes himself into me and immediately I moan loudly. "Shhhh shh" Damian says quietly. He begins stroking slowly, seemingly out of fear that he may snap me in half. I lift my legs up above his head, allowing him to stroke deeper. "Shit you're so wet! Oh Dios!" Damian groans softly.

The headboard bangs against the wall and the bed creaks as Damian gives me deep strokes. He begins to sweat as our bodies collide. I can't control my moaning, it get louder and louder before Damian covers my mouth. "Shhhh" Damian says again to me. I can't help it, he fit inside me perfectly, his penis curved up naturally stroking my g spot. It's like our bodies were made for each other. My climax is approaching and I can tell his is too. I begin stroking my clit to reach it faster. Soon I practically scream into Damian's hand as I reach my climax. My creamy juices wrap around his penis as he continues stroking, making that noise mac and cheese makes when you stir it. Damian begins breathing hard as he pulls out of me quickly, shooting his load onto the towel laying on the bed next to us.

He takes his hand off of my mouth and kisses me again. "That was hot" He says smiling at me. The two of us cuddle for the rest of the night, my head on his chest as I drift off to sleep. Damn that was good.