#they were all very active so pants make the most sense cause the alternative is dresses with bloomers and the kids watching it

[be-good-to-bugs]

Hav decided that plumb is genderfluid n use all pronouns cause they keep changing her gender and its swag even though i jate the newest design

[countryclubstarkey]

First Time - Rudy Pankow (Smut)

Not My Gif

Pairings: Rudy Pankow x Reader; Some JJ Maybank x Y/C/N

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Virgin Reader, Dry Humping, Oral Sex (Female Receiving). 

Word Count: 2.5k+

Y/C/N = Your Character’s name.

A/N: This request, I hope you like it, sorry it took some time! I didn’t mean to make it this long LOL. 

Getting the job as JJ Maybank’s love interest is a blessing and a punishment at the same time. JJ is a very sexually active character, and that means so is your character. This results in a few steamy scenes between you and Rudy. 

The downside is that you have zero experience when it comes to sex, you’ve had a few boyfriends, but the furthest you’ve gone is some hardcore french kissing. Rudy, on the other hand, is a sex god; some of the stories that you’ve heard by accident made your face as red as JJ’s baseball cap. 

Today is one of those days where JJ and Y/C/N have an intense makeout session with some humping as Jonas put it. You’re currently in the hair and makeup trailer, getting some final touch-ups before you’re called on set. 

“Hey y/n, you ready?” Rudy asks as he walks into the trailer, startling you slightly. 

Avoiding his eyes by looking at your lap instead. “Ya, I’m just kind of nervous.” You answer truthfully. Rudy’s joyful laughter fills the trailer. 

He grabs your hands brushing them innocently to calm down your nerves, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, I want you to tell me okay?” 

Standing up, you adjust the two-piece swimsuit; you’re wearing for the scene and follow Rudy’s lead to set. He holds your hand the entire time, brushing it gently with his thumb making you relax and more prepared than before. 

“You guys ready?” Jonas asks the two of you. Taking your nods as a simple answer of yes, everyone gets into position. 

“And Action.” 

Start of Characters scene -------------------------------------

“JJ, John B is going to walk in at any minute,” you tell your boyfriend of five months as he continues to kiss down your neck. 

Pulling you onto his lap on John B’s couch, “I know baby, but you look so hot in that bikini and you know I can’t control myself.” You start grinding against him, trying to create some friction as his lips passionately make their way onto yours.

One hand moves to your hips to help you move further, as his other palms your breasts through your top. Your nipples start to harden as you move your body closer to him by wrapping your arms around his arm. 

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum in my pants,” he moans in your mouth, speeding up his own actions. Your core feels hot as his hands travel to your inner thighs before landing on your behind instead. Feeling him grow harder as his solid bulge presses against your center encouraging your actions to speed up. 

His mouth finds its way to your neck and breasts, leaving sloppy kisses as his hands go to untie your top. 

“What the fuck are you guys doing on my couch,” John B yells at the two of you, causing you to break apart landing on opposite sides of the couch.

End of Characters scene -------------------------------------

“And Cut, we’re done for the day guys enjoy your night,” Jonas yells. 

Trying to fix your outfit a little, you immediately become self-conscious from being exposed to a room full of people. Rudy observes your actions and puts his jacket around you. He wraps his arms around your waist before guiding you towards your trailer following you inside. 

“You good?” He asks when you finally reach a private setting. Rudy has always had a soft spot for you, and over the past few weeks, you’ve gotten especially close. He’s taken you on a few dates, but hasn’t asked you to be official yet and all of the guys have been teasing him about it. 

“Ya, I just have never done that before in real life or on set,” you mumble shyly. Rudy tilts your chin upwards, so you meet his eyes before leaning in for a sweet kiss. It’s different from any kiss you’ve had on set, this one is passionate, loving and innocent. Pulling away after a few seconds, Rudy is smiling widely admiring your beautiful features. Brushing your hair away, he kisses your forehead before speaking up. 

“I don’t care what you’ve done or haven’t, I just want to be able to call you mine.” Rudy whispers, not ready for your reaction. 

Leaning in, you return your lips to his, revealing your answer through the kiss, “Consider it done Pankow.” 

Rudy picks up your body, your legs wrap around his waist, kissing him as he strolls to your couch before settling down with you on his lap. His hands stay on your waist not wanting to pressure you into anything without your consent. 

“I want more,” You mumble against Rudy’s lips. He pulls away making sure that you actually want things to go further, “Are you sure?” 

You respond by taking his jacket off leaving you in your bikini only. He admires your body for a few seconds before pulling your lips back on his own. 

“Let me try something then.” He tells you while flipping your body so that you’re lying down with Rudy above you. 

Appreciating your body before doing anything, Rudy leans down, kissing every inch of your body making you feel like you’re on fire. Starting at your lips and playfully fighting with your tongue, he pulls away when he feels your breathing uneven. 

Going lower, his wet tongue runs circles on your neck as his cool breath calms your body down a bit. He bites and nips at the skin to mark your neck, leaving some sort of pattern that you have to check later. Soothing the skin after, with soft kisses, his mouth makes contact with your breasts.

“Can I?” he ushers towards your straps, giving him a needy nod. He pulls at the strings leaving your breasts exposed to him for the first time. Having the need to cover them right away, Rudy senses your actions and gathers your hands in his own, putting them above your head, “You’re beautiful, don't hide from me.” 

Your nipples harden because of the cold air and your arousal. Rudy alternates between rubbing one of your breasts in his hand, while his mouth occupies the other. Leaving the same marks that are on your neck, his tongue brushes past your nipple, making your body ache towards him. Finally, feeling satisfied with his work, he decides to move towards your most delicate parts. Kissing down your stomach, he reaches the hem of your bottoms. Looking into your eyes asking for permission, you hesitantly nod at him because of the new experience. 

Slipping your bottoms down your legs, he lands between your legs, admiring your pussy like he just found gold. Your legs tighten around his body, but he grabs them, forcing them apart.

“You’re soaking baby,” he tells you before blowing on your slit, making your body shudder. Teasing your entrance with one finger, he spreads your wetness around. Then, he focuses on your clit for the first, “Have you ever made yourself cum?” he curiously asks. 

“A few times, but it wasn’t that good.” You answer your body honestly in desperate need to be properly touched. 

Rudy smirks at you, “Good, I’ll make you feel real good princess.” Slowly thrusting one finger in, he feels you tense around him. He wraps his mouth around your clit to make the action easier as you relax in his arms, making him thrust into you easier. 

“F-uck, that feels good,” you whimper. His other hands knead your breasts, and he playfully flicks your sensitive nipples. 

In desperate need of more, “Please Rudy, do more.” 

He adds another finger to your center, and your body welcomes him with ease as your wetness allows him to slip in easily. His mouth continues working on your clit; he alternates between kitten licking the bud and furiously licking it to pleasure you further. The addition of his finger and mouth causes an unfamiliar feeling to build up in your stomach.

Rudy keeps a steady rhythm between fingering you and licking your clit as you feel your stomach snap, “F-uck, fuck I’m going to cum,” your screams fill the room. 

“Go ahead baby, let me taste you.” Your toes curl as you grip Rudy’s hair when you cum all over Rudy’s fingers and tongue. Your legs shake around his head as he continues lapping up your juices, working you through your orgasm. 

“Good job, baby girl.” 

A few months later --------------------------------------------

You’ve made it official with Rudy a few months ago, and everything has been going great. He treats you with respect, never pressures you into anything and always takes you on new adventures exploring something new. 

Tonight, you finally decided to ask Rudy to take your virginity, you trust him and know that he will never do something that you don’t want. 

You bought a red lingerie set a few days ago with the girls, and they teased you all day about it, but they also made sure you were ready and comfortable with everything. 

Currently, Rudy is chilling on his bed as you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Taking off your clothes, you admire how the dark red set compliments your skin, making you feel sexier than usual. Walking out, you stop in front of Rudy’s eyes as his jaw drops from the sight taking in how perfect you look. Standing up, he walks towards you, “Baby, are you trying to kill me, you look so beautiful.” You crash your lips against his appreciating how great he is, making you feel beautiful tonight and every single day of your relationship. 

“I’m ready, Rudy,” you whisper. His eyes widen as he steps back to comprehend your request.

Cupping your face, “Are you sure, baby?” You place his hand over your clothed mound, so he feels how much you desire him. 

Getting his answer, Rudy takes his clothes off as soon as possible before pushing you onto the bed. Admiring your body one more time, he takes off your lingerie leaving you bare in his arms, “As much as I love this set on your body, I love your naked body even more.” 

You palm him through his briefs as your eyes widen from how hard he is and how big he feels under your tiny hands, “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit.” He winks at you. Your body develops in giggles making you feel no longer tense. 

His hand joins yours as he helps you pull his member out. It immediately slaps against his belly button, almost hitting you in the process. Rudy is definitely above average as his cock is defined with veins, his red tip is begging for attention as it drips with pre-cum. Leaning forward, you try to lick his member, but he pulls away before you make contact.

“I want tonight to be about you, we can do this later.” Rudy grabs your waist and puts you underneath him as he hovers over your body. His hands wander all-around, rubbing your breasts, hips, waist, and ass. Brushing his hand over your clit, he feels how wet you are already. Spreading your wetness around, he teases your clit for a little while palming your breasts trying to get you ready as possible. Feeling ready, “Please, Rudy, I need your cock,” you desperately whimper trying to find friction against his thigh. He reaches over to his drawer and grabs a condom with a bottle of lube. 

“Can I do it?” You ask, gesturing towards the condom. He eagerly nods his head as you rip the packet open. You pinch the tip and slide it down his length, making sure it’s on right. He looks slightly in shock from your knowledge of condoms. 

“I guess those sex-ed classes came in handy,” you tease him slapping his chest playfully. He lubes up the condom, and finally you can feel his member rub against your clit. 

“It’s going to hurt a little, are you ready?” Rudy asks you with his sweet eyes. Nodding your head at him, he pushes in, immediately stopping when he sees the discomfort on your face. 

“I’m okay, keep going,” you reassure him. He slowly goes inch by inch, stopping for a little when he notices you wince or tense up. After a few minutes, you feel him reach the bottom, making you feel fuller than you have ever been. 

Rudy rubs your clit to distract you and ease your pain; he prevents himself from hissing by your constant clenching. Trying to control himself from finishing too early, he rubs your clit faster and kneads your breasts. 

“Can I move?” He asks in a shaky tone. Giving him a nod of reassurance, Rudy begins thrusting into you at a desperate pace. His hand never leaves your clit as he wants you to feel pleasure as soon as possible, “Go faster.” 

His thrusts move faster than before as you feel the pain turn into pleasure with his thrust until the pain is all gone, and all you can feel is pleasure. Your moans and his grunts are the only sounds escaping your lips as Rudy feels you constantly clench around him, making it impossible to not cum. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, making him hit your g-spot something you have never discovered before. The foreign spot makes your screams the loudest noise in the room as Rudy’s thrusts make your stomach coil up. He speeds up his thrusts and goes at a swift pace, trying to bring you to the edge. 

Your legs shake around his body as your juices flow out covering the condom, “F-uck I’m cumming,” you scream, shaking in his arms. His thrusts or his thumb doesn’t leave your clit as you feel him release his load in the condom before dropping on you but not crushing you. Nuzzling his head in the base of your neck, your heavy breathing is the only thing you can clearly understand. 

Rudy pulls out discarding the condom before cleaning up and pulling a blanket on the both of you, “Go to sleep, baby,” he mumbles in your ear. 

The next morning

You wake up to the sound of laughter, realizing Rudy is no longer sleeping beside you. Grabbing one of his longer t-shirts, you pull it over your naked body grabbing a pair of clean panties as well before walking or more like limping out the door. Your body is still feeling sore from last night as you finally reach the noise. 

The cast is all here in their sweats, watching some random show on T.V while drinking a few beers. 

“Isn’t it a little early for a beer?” you question, sitting on Rudy’s lap as he welcomes you with open arms. 

They laugh at your statement, making your face scrunch up, “Babe, it’s three pm.” Madison giggles as you look at them in disbelief, not noticing the time. 

“I guess you had a rough night, huh?” Drew sasses so you blush in Rudy’s arms. 

Rudy hugs you from behind, giving you extra support, “Hey, leave her alone; I can’t help it that she’s beautiful and makes me happy.” You give him a quick peck because of his cheesy comment.  

The house erupts in groans, and a few vulgar words as your friends adore and are disgusted by your relationship. 

[miceenscene]

Star-Crossed

din djarin/female oc | soulmate AU | pre-canon

wc: 2.2k / 4.9k (so far)

summary: The Way was not supposed to be a solitary one. People, house, clan. And when all else failed, your Match. “Fits like a Mandalorian Match” was the old saying. Though it wasn’t so long ago that it stopped making sense. But what's a lost Match to a man like Din Djarin?

warnings: canon-typical violence

Previous Chapter | Masterpost | ao3

Chapter Two: The Question

Din Djarin did not have a Match.

Din Djarin did not have a Match.

He couldn’t.

How, why didn’t matter…

He just couldn’t.

Right?

This Woman with a small dark spot high on her cheekbone and finely calloused hands and wearing his shirt couldn’t be his Match.

She just… couldn’t.

It was just coincidence that he was pulled into her orbit, like a comet desperately seeking gravitational equilibrium.

And it was coincidence that she apparently felt the same. Even foggy as she was.

She still had not said a word, did not reply or even react when addressed, but she always floated in Din’s direction when he stepped away.

Which wasn’t very often.

The urge, or ‘bond’ as the Armorer called it, was only satisfied if she was near.

The pair of them were something of a side-show in the covert for the evening.

Even through beskar and dark visors, gazes felt heavy on Din’s shoulders.

Outside the covert, curiosity – whether hostile or benign – was expected.

But here? Never before.

He thought about leaving. But as confused as she was, dragging her, barefoot, back through the streets of Nevarro, even just to the ship seemed unwise.

So Din found a spare room in the covert–The Woman following in his wake, fingers still threaded with his.

It was barely more than a door and two stone benches that could pass for beds if needed. But solitude was necessary for his kind.

He found himself hoping she’d speak once they were alone.

She didn’t.

But she did grow tired before too long. Not surprising given her recent clinic visit.

“You can sleep here,” he said, gesturing to one of the benches embedded in the wall.

She did not reply. Or move.

He was not used to being the verbose one.

“Here.” He offered her his cape, threadbare at the bottom but warm enough. She took it, thumbs brushing across the fabric.

Nodding once, he moved for the door.

She followed.

“You need to sleep. I’ll be outside.”

He stepped back and she stepped forward.

“No–” he huffed in minor annoyance. Turning her around by the shoulders, he guided her to one of the benches and sat her down. Gently by firmly. “Sleep. ...Please.”

He stepped back once. Twice. She didn’t move.

On the third step, she made to rise, but his hand outstretched stopped her.

He at least made it to the door before she stood back up.

He surrendered with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll stay here.” Sitting down on the opposite bench from her. “Satisfied?”

She apparently wasn’t as she drifted to sit on the bench, hand fitting into his as she curled up next to him.

A beskar pauldron couldn’t have been a comfortable pillow, but it might as well have been down-filled silk for as quickly as she dropped off.

He waited an hour, then two, just to be absolutely certain she was completely asleep, listening to her gentle breathing turn deeper and slower. Then he eased her off his shoulder to lie down, leaving his cape for her blanket.

She didn’t stir as he headed to leave the room, the door hissing open in front of him.

Stay.

A fist pressed to the front of his helmet for a minute in frustration.

Stay.

There’d be no peace if he resisted.

So he sat down in the furthest corner of the room from her, tipping his helmet back to rest in the crook of the walls.

Her sleeping form was the last thing he saw as his eyes drifted shut.

But when they opened a few hours later, the bench was empty.

His head jerked up only to realize that The Woman had simply moved.

Her head now rested on his collarbone, his arm wrapped around her, her hand clasped in his, pressed tight to his cuirass.

Something high in his chest cracked, fissures reaching magma flow far below, and his next breath quaked.

Beskar cautiously pressed to the top of her hair was not perfect, not even ideal.

But the alternative was terrifying.

The next morning dawned and The Woman still had not spoken, still drifted in a haze where Din was her only heading.

“I don’t know what to do with her,” he said, in the early afternoon, back in the Armorer’s forge.

This time with The Woman at his side, hand in his as always.

“I have work to do.”

“Take her with you,” the Armorer replied.

“I can’t do that.” His work was dangerous enough without spacey tag-alongs who did not listen to reason.

“She won’t be happy to stay here. And neither will you.”

Silence seemed the better reply than admitting how correct she was.

“Can you keep her here while I get supplies?”

“Yes.”

Din was never a meandering purchaser, but it was perhaps the shortest supply run he’d ever made. And that was with the addition of finding clothes and shoes he hoped would fit her.

Karga even made mention that he ‘seemed awfully anxious to get going’. But he coughed up four new pucks after a solid minute of silence.

The Woman was waiting at the western entrance of the covert when he returned and followed along happily back to The Razor Crest, now dressed in nondescript pants and tunic that suited the weather.

He set her down in the co-pilot’s seat and started the engines. Cleared for take off. Coordinates plotted. But first––

Turning back to face her, she looked his way, eyes still distant. “If you want to be taken somewhere, just tell me.”

As if that diffused the uneasy energy of leaving a planet with her.

Again.

She seemed entranced by the pulsing blur of hyperspace, eyes wide and unmoving from the windows.

Seeing as there was just one bed aboard, it made sense to sleep in shifts.

Though every time, he woke to her sitting at the cabinet opening, holding his hand.

He really couldn’t bring himself to mind.

He’d never had many passengers aboard his ship before, at least ones not stored in carbonite. But when he had, they felt like an intrusion. Something to be stepped around and removed at the soonest possibility.

It made very little sense why The Woman didn’t fall into the same category.

The first quarry was on Felucia. Seemed a group of bandits had been making life difficult for the local villages, difficult enough to pay Guild rates to have the base cleared out and the leader brought back in carbonite, ideally to be left in there.

The Woman was sleeping when they arrived. He hoped she’d remain that way in the time it took him to finish the job, which he didn’t think would be long. There were two dozen bandits at most, ill equipped and even less trained.

He slung his rifle over his shoulder and paused to rest a hand on her shoulder.

Stay.

“I’ll be back,” he said in a low tone, before forcibly ignoring the bond and heading out.

Return.

Unfortunately, in his admittedly distracted scouting of the base, he missed the patrols they were doing of the surrounding forest.

Which is how his nest was stumbled on by some truly lucky trandoshans, who just happened to have back up already on the way, and Din was disarmed, cuffed, and taken into the yard behind the walls of the base.

Not ideal, but he’d been in worse setups.

Though the odds tilted out of his favor when the head of this bandit ring was revealed to be an ex-storm trooper sergeant. That had not been in the briefing.

No wonder there were forest patrols… and imperial grade handcuffs.

At least they let him keep his helmet for the time being.

However, they were unfortunately interested in how he’d gotten to them. A search party was immediately dispatched to find his ship.

They hadn’t been gone more than five minutes when suddenly,

Danger.

Oh no.

The Sergeant’s comm link activated. “Ship not yet located, but we did find something else, boss.”

“What?”

“Kursan is bringing her to the base.”

No. No. No.

“Well, well, well. This yours, Mando?” the Sergeant laughed as The Woman was brought into the yard at blaster point. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The Woman did not answer. She tried to step away from Kursan, but his grip on her arm stopped her, blaster pressing to her back.

“Let her go,” Din said. “She’s not part of this.”

“Oh, so, she’s up for grabs then?”

The Sergeant chuckled when Din did not reply. “‘Cause, ah… I know she’s not a local. And it’s not everyday beautiful women come wandering through the forests of Felucia.”

Danger!

He grinned. “This just got interesting. I know you Mandalorian types. Torture doesn’t bother you. Rip your lungs out and you still wouldn’t talk.” The Sergeant swaggered over to one of the weapons racks, picking up a bo staff. “You’re big on honor, loyalty. But more importantly, Protection.”

The Sergeant turned back to face The Woman, regarding her closely. “I wonder how pretty her face will be after I’m through,” he said quietly, steadily.

Rage breaking through control, Din pulled at his cuffs but they held strong.

“Leave her alone!” Din snapped.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

“Tell me where your ship is.”

Din gaze swept through the area, hopping from his restraints to his captors, seeking alternate routes. Desperate ploys. Anything.

The Sergeant did not wait, bo staff meeting The Woman’s ribs with a crack. She cried out and dropped to her knees, arms wrapped around her middle.

“Tell me where the ship is.”

With a swift inhale, the Sergeant lifted the bo staff for another swing–

“It’s on the ridge. A klick and a half due south.”

The Sergeant grinned again. “There. Now was that so difficult?”

He swung the bo staff down towards her–

“NO,” Din yelled–

The Woman’s hand caught the staff, mid-swing.

Her head snapped up. Snarl on her mouth.

She snagged the staff sideways, through the Sergeant’s grip, and gouged it into Kursan’s stomach.

His blaster fell to the ground. She grabbed it.

One shot, Kursan was down.

Second shot, hit the middle of the Sergeant’s cuirass, making him stumble back, and she got hold of the bo staff.

One quick swing knocked him to the ground.

Din used the cover of surprise to knock his blaster out of the hands of his guard.

Grabbing it, one shot to kill that guard and a second to kill the other.

The rest of the battlements finally caught on and opened fire into the yard.

The Woman ran for cover behind a parked imperial shuttle as Din tried to draw as much attention as possible away from her. Still cuffed, but at least he had the beskar.

A post under the battlements was as best cover as he could find. But it gave him a clear view of the opposite wall. Another shot, another guard fell.

A body dropped right in front of him, shot down by The Woman on the other side of the yard.

Who was she–no. Curiosity could be dealt with later, right now he was just kriffing grateful.

In tandem, they methodically took out the guards on the wall.

But Din lost sight of the Sergeant in the chaos.

He found him again when the Sergeant and The Woman came around the shuttle, bo staff and axe swinging furiously.

Din rolled out of cover, getting the last few guards she left behind above him.

The Sergeant blocked her high swing, but wasn’t ready as she brought the bottom up between his legs.

Then around to sweep his feet out from under him again.

Din turned and fired, hitting the gap between his cuirass and pauldron. The Sergeant collapsed.

The Woman turned on Din, gun back out and pointed his way.

One last guard, buried in cover, popped out and got off a single shot that pinged off Din’s armor.

Without looking away from Din, The Woman fired and the guard fell.

Oh.

Silence filled the yard as she turned her gun back on Din.

Her eyes were clear now, scorching in their fury. He was far more likely to die by her hand than any of the bandits.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and Din had never seen anyone more miraculous.

He dared a step closer, still cuffed, blaster in one hand but lowered.

Her grip tightened on her gun.

Probably best to stop moving so the conversation didn’t begin in gunfire.

Her grip flexed again, and her brows flickered together.

Help.

“It’s alright,” he said in a calm, low tone.

She didn’t care much for that, fury flaring brighter.

Frustration became palpable as her mouth opened but no words came out.

She was straining for something, tension pulling her muscles taught. The hand on her bo staff shook once, till finally–

“VAII,” she demanded, the single word wrenched from her mouth with a great deal of effort.

It’d been so long since he’d heard mando’a outside of the covert, it took a moment for the word to register.

“Vaii me’bana?” he asked when she didn’t clarify. Where-what?

“Vaii!?” she repeated, after a shorter struggle.

“Felucia.” He hoped that was what she was asking.

Frustration and fury simmered down into confusion. Mouth opening again but no words coming out for a moment.

“Tion?” How?

Somewhere inside the compound, an alarm sounded.

Next: Chapter Three: The Promise

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[cupcakemolotov]

Wild Hunt

I think I promised @goldcaught a Klaroline Fae fic years ago. This one has been in the works for a while, let's not talk dates, but 2020 definitely slowed production down. I promise, the second half will not sit languishing in my WIP for too long! The biggest, most heartfelt thank you to Kiry, who has been both a cheerleader and a kick in the pants as needed to get this thing on track to being finished. Kiry doesn't sleep, but I can't complain too much, since they have kindly listened to me complain until the wee hours of the morning. (And also my girl @klarolinedrabbles who saw a super early version of this and was kind enough to be encouraging.)

Edit; And I failed to tag @kirythestitchwitch directly, but you know, today was a trip.

A couple of notes to avoid confusion:

Fae: A word used in this fic to generally reference a type of European mythological beings. Sean O'Connell: Cami O'Connell's Twin.

Synopsis: Killing Tyler Lockwood starts a chain of events that put Caroline exactly where she's always dreaded and longed to be: in the arms of Klaus Mikaelson.

Warnings: Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - FaeAlternate; Universe - Soulmates; Fae!Caroline; hybrid!Klaus; Minor Character Death; Blood and Gore; Mild Gore; Implied/Referenced; Torture; Psychological Torture; Canon-Typical Violence; Compulsion; Blood and Injury; Blood Drinking

Hand pressed tightly against her side, Caroline took several careful breaths, her lungs burning and her pulse a steady thump in her ears. Her senses were hyper alert, magic straining to catch the faintest hint of a disturbance. All around her, humans slept soft and cozy in their beds, and the night had gone quite. As the silence continued to hold, she allowed herself to relax, letting the cold of the concrete at her spine cool her flushed and fever warm skin. For the moment, she was safe.

Reaching up, she rubbed her breastbone, lips curling into a small, pleased smile at the burn. Her father was angry. If she survived the night, that alone would make the pain of her injury worth it. Thankfully, the knife wound felt like it had finally stopped seeping, and her glamour would hide the blood. It was the iron poison that was going to cause her complications. The black spider web crawling up the line of her ribcage hadn’t made it close to her heart, she was her mother’s daughter too, but it weakened her all the same.

It left her in a magical disadvantage.

Grimacing as her phone buzzed silently in her pocket, she pressed a little further into the concrete behind her and looked around. There was nothing to suggest her cousins had been able to track her, though that was just a matter of time. Thankfully, even suffering from iron, she had enough control of her magic to hide the glow from her phone, though she didn’t quite dare to risk more.

Not yet.

Pulling it free from her pocket, she winced at the number of missed calls and quickly scanned the texts that had accumulated.

Bonnie (12:45 AM): Hello???

Bonnie (12:46 AM): You’re not dead.

Bonnie (12:46): Are you ignoring me?

Bonnie (1:10 AM): I swear, I’ll put Enzo on a plane. With the time differences, he’ll be there before dawn.

Bonnie (1:10 AM): Then you’ll have to listen to him complain about airplane food while he tries to kill people.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): I might do it anyway. I could use the alone time.

Wincing, because Bonnie Bennett did not bluff, she hurriedly tapped out a response.

Caroline (1:11 AM): I’m alive.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): What happened?

Caroline (1:11 AM): It was a trap.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): How bad?

Caroline: (1:12 AM): I’ve mostly stopped bleeding and Tyler is dead.

Very dead. She’d made sure of it. There was a lot someone like her father would do with a dead body, so she’d made a point to separate his head from his body so he couldn’t be resurrected. Baba Yaga spells were rare and costly, but if anyone could get their hands on one, it would be her father. It was why she’d then dumped her stash of holy water on the body and then carefully dusted him in iron shavings, rendering his body and his blood unusable.

The little dots below her conversation on her messenger app popped up and died several times, and Caroline closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as she waited for Bonnie’s response. She’d know that coming to Chicago was a risk, for a number of reasons, but even at her most pessimistic she wasn’t sure she could have guessed just what she’d find here.

What could possibly have led Tyler to be so desperate that he would trust her father? Tyler, who was one of the few people who knew the truth of her origin, who had hugged her when she’d said goodbye and told her he would always care about her. Tyler, whose blood she now wore beneath her nails, who had stabbed her with an iron knife and who had died with hate in eyes.

Her phone buzzed and she glanced down.

Bonnie (1:13 AM): Klaus is in Chicago.

Caroline stared at her phone, surprise and a shot of adrenaline leaving her momentarily breathless. Klaus. Here. In Chicago. The city where Bill had set up his most recent plots, where Tyler had attempted to betray everything that had once made him a good man. Sliding her teeth along her lip, she very carefully typed her reply, her fingers shaking.

Caroline (1:14 AM): You said he was in London for the next month. What changed?

Bonnie (1:15AM): I don’t know.

Bonnie (1:16 AM): Do you need an exit?

Bonnie (1:16 AM): He owes me.

Caroline was shaking her head even before she started typing. Being anywhere near Klaus was a terrible idea, and Bonnie knew that. That her friend would never make the offer unless she thought it necessary left dread sitting low in her stomach.

Caroline (1:16 AM): What’s got you spooked?

Bonnie (1:17 AM): Someone is blocking my scrying spells.

Caroline (1:17 AM): Bill?

Bonnie (1:17 AM): If we’re lucky. We both know what it means if we’re not.

Caroline’s fingers tightened on her phone case, her pulse loud in her ears. Bonnie was right. Very, very few things blocked her from seeing what she wanted to see. Bill could do it thanks to the blood bind but it wasn’t easy, and he never managed it for long periods of time. Grams probably could have done it. But the list of powerful witches who remained alive in the United States after the purging of New Orleans was short.

There was only one reason Bill would use the blood connection between them to block out any outside magic from interfering tonight. She hadn’t just pissed her father off, she’d actively disrupted his plans, and thanks to Bonnie’s magical brilliance, he couldn’t track her easily. But there was another way to drag her to a Fairy Court, and she would have to move very quickly to avoid it.

Baring her teeth in a mimicry of a smile, she gave herself a moment to feel a sharp burst of satisfaction. She had a list on her phone of her father’s potential means of retaliation, and Wild Hunt was right there at the top as the worst possible outcome, but it also meant Tyler must have been far more integral to his plans than she’d guessed. Even knowing that her chances of survival had just taken a serious dip, it did little to dim her pleasure. If she was very, very lucky her father’s precious Queen would feel the need to take out his failure on him directly.

A girl could hope.If she survived the night, she was going to find a fancy bottle of wine and pick up a cupcake. Maybe two cupcakes. She deserved the mini-celebration.

Caroline (1:20AM): I spotted half a dozen of my cousins tonight. I don’t know who holds their allegiance but it probably won’t matter. If Bill is super pissed, he’ll call them all.

Bonnie (1:21 AM): Fuck.

Bonnie (1:21 AM): If it goes bad, don’t be an idiot. Use Klaus.

Caroline (1:21 AM): No.

Caroline (1:22 AM): Favor or not, I killed his hybrid. He doesn’t strike me as forgiving.

Bonnie (1:22 AM): He’s not.

Bonnie (1:23 AM): You don’t have to tell him.

Caroline (1:23 AM): Uh huh. I’ll call you when I’m safe. 🤦😘❤️🏃

Shoving her phone back into her pocket, Caroline exhaled slowly at the bite that was her warning that her magic was nearly tapped dry. Giving herself another half-a-dozen heart beats to celebrate her first major victory, she turned her mind to her problem at hand.

Bonnie had good reason to be worried. It had been almost thirty years since the Queens had summoned a wild hunt to drag one of the half-Fae home for punishment. Bill had made a point to tell her in great details the torture that had awaited her cousin, the way the Queen had plucked his body and his mind apart for his treachery.

Caroline doubted she had become enough of a problem that the Queens would send the hunt, which meant that Bill would be expending a great deal of power to collect her. Her lips twisted, finger tapping silently against the side of her phone. Fae magic was powerful, and so was her father, but it could be circumvented. She needed to concentrate on that, put together her plan.

Pissing her father off twice in one night would normally be her highest priority, but instead what she wanted to think about was the message Bonnie had given her.

 Klaus Mikaelson was in Chicago.

Anticipation was a tantalizing thrill in her veins. She’d hoped the truth of New Orleans would have helped her grow out of her strange obsession. Instead, it left her wanting to know more. It was a struggle, when all she had to do was text Bonnie and ask for a location. She could then finally indulge in the bone deep curiosity that had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. Maybe figure out the cause of her obsession with a monster she’d never met.

She might’ve, if only doing so tonight wouldn’t put everyone she cared about in danger.

Caroline slid her lip between her teeth, letting the small hurt ground her. If she thought her father hated her enough to call down a Wild Hunt now, exposing the Fae’s secrets to Klaus would make his rage burn even more bitterly. She’d honestly have done it years ago out of spite if such a move would only put her in the crosshairs of the courts, but it wouldn’t.

Bonnie and Enzo would also be marked.

The High Courts currently considered her rebellion to be a family matter, though one Bill was unable to control adequately. She could not risk a Queen deciding she was her enemy in truth, not yet. Not when she was so close to figuring out how to banish her father permanently to the otherside of the Veil.

She’d be thrilled to just killing him, but she long since accepted that might not be possible. Tyler had been right, when he’d called her a monster. When he’d called all of them monsters. He just hadn’t understood that for all of the terrible things in this world that there were worse fate’s hidden behind the veil in between the worlds, horrors lovingly encouraged in Underhill that could break a human mind merely with their existence.

Earth had pushed the Fae back with their iron and religion all those years ago, had sealed the veil with witch magic, and humanity considered themselves victorious. But the truth was all they had done was defer the fight for the territory the Fae claimed as theirs to own to a different day.

The Fae hadn’t forgotten humanity nor had they forgiven them for their defeat. Banished behind magic, the Fae watched and watched and hungered. They had waited for the time that they had truly passed into myth, until the world forgot how to defeat them with a dangerous patience. But the nature of the Fae was as capricious as it was violent, and not all agreed on waiting.

Some had altered their plans and plotted a different course of action.

The Great Experiment.

Caroline supposed she should be grateful for that impatience, it was the reason for her existence, but all she could muster just then was a familiar anger. For six hundred years, members of the High Courts had mingled their blood among humans, hoping to breed children with resistance to both iron and the religion, the tools that had locked them away from the world that had once been theirs. And their plan had produced some success, though not always how they had hoped.

She was one such success.

Elizabeth Forbes had never been comfortable with her half-Fae child, but she’d also refused to abandon her to a world filled with monsters. Instead, she’d taught her daughter the good and the bad of humanity, had shown her the world as it was and what it could be. Her father saw her as a tool, a means to an end. Her mother’s love had been gruff and uneasy, but she’d tried.

She would never, ever forget that.

Or forgive Bill for her death.

Caroline had defied her father and his magic, had pitted herself against his will as she vowed vengeance for killing the one thing she’d ever claimed as her own. Her mother.

Hunting Bill required care and a meticulous eye for detail, and a particular stubbornness she had in spades. His magic was more powerful than hers, but he had always underestimated his only child by Liz, brushed her off as not powerful or clever enough for his schemes. It’s been a deliberate decision of hers to hide what she was capable of, hoping that such a ploy would save her mother. Now, she used her magic against him with the same ruthlessness he had taught her as a child.

But she was just one half-breed among hundreds, and so she’d learned to be careful. She wasn’t even the most powerful of those born on this side of the veil and underhanded ambush tactics had always served her better than brute force. A disruption there, a few dozen murder’s here. Just enough to skew her father’s chessboard while she worked to uncover the truth of his plotting. The fewer of her cousins who were able to carry out the will of her father and his fellow full blooded Fae’s plots, the safer humanity was from a terrible strike.

But she couldn’t kill them all, though she’d certainly tried. Her family did not die easily, and magic lingered in places of terrible violence like fingerprints. Each kill was a risk that could lead to her death. Over the years, it’s become clear that if she wanted to destroy her fathers plots, she couldn’t do it alone. The tie that connected them, the thread that burned so clearly now in her chest with her father’s rage, meant that she’d never be truly safe from him. Blood ties were not easily broken.

But Caroline knew witches, so she’d returned home, to the place where the only people she trusted still lived. Tyler had already been gone by then, lost in his need for vengeance, but Bonnie had been there, lingering in the ashes of conquest almost as if she’d been waiting.

It was then that Caroline had learned that humanity's greatest monster had become its potential savior. That the true potential of Ester’s terrible offspring had finally been unlocked. Klaus Mikaelson had broken his curse.

Her fingers curled into her palms, the strange, bone-deep curiosity that ground her joints together every time she thought of his name a familiar sensation. Klaus had broken his strange Sun and Moon curse in the forest she knew so well, had cut a bloody path through everyone who tried to oppose him, and laid the foundations for the army of hybrids he was determined to build. His perfect army that feared neither sun nor death and were unnaturally loyal.

Hybrids that Bonnie had helped create.

Her best friend rarely spoke of the events that led to the creation of the hybrids, refusing to give Caroline even the smallest detail of how a hybrid was made. Even tucked away in her home in Maine twenty years later, hidden by both Fae and witch magic. Caroline might not have the hows involved, but she knew the whys.

It all circled back to Bill.

Liz hadn’t been the only causality of her father’s hunger for power, just the first in their small town. Murdering Sheila Bennett had been a mistake in that it had set Bonnie against Bill, but it fit the pattern Caroline was starting to see in her father’s plans. Liz had been human, but one whose family had been deeply entrenched in the supernatural for generations. Sheila Bennett had been powerful, but she’d been born of the witch line that had created the Otherside. Gram’s had made sure her death had cost Bill, but it hadn’t been enough to stop his plans as Tyler’s presence tonight had proven.

Sometimes, Caroline wondered why Bonnie didn’t hate her. Bill was a scourge that returned time and time again, because her blood allowed it. Maybe if she’d been stronger they’d have been able to protect their families. But what she couldn’t protect, she could avenge.

Bonnie had agreed to help. Had been working on her own plans for years. The first real foothold into Bill’s master plan had been with the Augustine Society. Bonnie had been watching them for months before Caroline’s return, humans who had relentlessly experimented on vampires. They’d staged a rescue for the vampire that had been imprisoned, and it had been Enzo who had known of Tyler.

Tyler who had been the first of Klaus’ successful hybrids, whose loyalty was a shaky thing despite whatever magic bound him to his maker. Her childhood sweetheart who yearned for freedom from the yolk he had chosen. It’d taken months to go through the society’s notes they’d managed to save, to dig into the texts they had been experimenting with.

They’d known so much but understood so little.

But one thing had become crystal clear.

Bill was trying to bring down the Veil. Not unexpected, as most of the Fae worked to destroy it. But Bill also worked to understand what had led to the banishment of the Fae, so he could break it better.

It had been humans, werewolves and witches who had originally created the veil, blocking the Fae Lords from returning in great numbers after their banishment, forcing them to squeeze through cracks when the veil between worlds was thin or use now defunct gates. When iron had slowly lost its grip on the world, they might have managed more but for Qetsiyah.

Bonnie’s ancestor had been clever. When she’d bound the otherside, trapping Amara in stone and Silas forever out of her reach, she’d sunk the power of those souls into the Veil between humanity and the Fae, creating a second anchor. An additional failsafe to guarantee that no Supernatural would be so foolish as to undo her work.

Witch. Vampire. Werewolf. Hybrid. When they died, they were shuffled into Qetsiyah’s chosen afterlife, and their souls protected humanity. Humans were spared that fate, but their very existence acted a detriment to the Fae, as it was humanity who embraced iron.

The fastest way to destroy the Veil would be to free Silas. For a while, she and Bonnie had worried that he would succeed. But no one knew where Qetsiyah had hidden Silas’ body, and for all of her father’s attempts to restart Silas’ little cult, he’d always failed. The last real surge in members had ended when they’d been slaughtered, setting her father back decades.

The only other way to destroy what Qetsiyah had put into place would be to destroy the Veil at the root. And while no one understood the magic that had cast out the Fae so many years ago, her father didn’t need to understand the magic of the Veil to break it. He just needed dominion over it. But that was no easy task. Humans and witches could be bribed or fooled. Werewolves hovered at the brink of extinction. But the children of Esther, the hybrids that now walked the earth, defied every master but one. And so her father gathered his pieces and worked to subjugate Klaus’ creations in secret.

Caroline had tried to save Tyler.

She’d tried to talk him out of the part that Bill needed him to play. He’d refused. And the betrayal had burned like acid in her gut.

It had been Tyler, who had helped her dig Elizabeth Forbes’ grave. Her friend who had given her his gloves when her palms started to bleed, had said nothing when her tears had made her clumsy. It had been Tyler who sat with her and Bonnie, listening as Grams told them of the dangers in the world after Caroline had announced she was leaving. But her friend had died long before Caroline had killed him.

She shivered in the wind.

She knew Klaus played his part in that. It was impossible not to. It had been because of Tyler that she’d ended up in New Orleans, after all. The whispers of the destruction of the city, of how entire witch lines had been lost to madness and death had not adequately captured the horror of it. She’d seen what Klaus had left behind: werewolf packs left in ruin, the survivors turned and bound to his will. Broken witches and terror ridden vampires.

But rarely death. Klaus was not so kind to let his true enemies escape him in such a way. Instead, his wake left behind living ghosts. At least in this, she had done her best by her old friend. Whatever had driven him, whatever horror he had witnessed that had turned him so fully against her, she hoped he could find peace from it now.

She wasn’t so sure she’d be so lucky. Klaus was a spector in her life that she didn’t know if she could escape. And tonight, she’d killed his first hybrid. She grimaced. Klaus would not take to that news kindly. Best if she was long gone when he learned of it.

She wondered if she could manage it. She already felt the pull in her chest, the need to see, to touch, burning through her. It has always been like this. When Grams had first mentioned his name all those years ago, she’d felt the smallest of pulls, a jolt of curiosity. A tug she couldn’t explain. And everytime she thought his name, every time she heard another whisper of the night terrors he created, the tug to search him out grew stronger.

She’d deliberately chosen to look for those horrors once, hoping the truth of his nature would terrify her into running away. Instead, the monster that she had cultivated since she was seventeen and covered in her mother’s blood had approved. The more she learned, the more she wanted to know.

It was why she’d helped Bonnie disappear. Whatever happened between her and Klaus, she was determined to protect her friends from the fall out of it. But she was not the only Fae who hunted for information about Klaus, and Bonnie Bennet had helped create his hybrids.

Her people would destroy Bonnie, if they learned that truth. That a witch from Qetsiyah’s line had once again worked great magic against them would light the fires of their impotent rage for a long, long time. As long as Klaus and his hybrids roamed the earth, it made their chances of winning a war that much harder.

Fae magic was powerful, but given forced limitations by the rules they had to follow. Klaus and his creations were bound by no such things. And they were swallowing the world.

It had been nearly five years since the first hint of a hybrid returning to the US since New Orleans had raced through the Supernatural community. Over the decades, the US communities had watched from a distance as Klaus had bent Europe to his will, his creations breaking across city after city like a wave, choking out any dissent in their paths.

London, Paris, Milan. They all fell at Klaus’ feet with little more than a whimper.

The first real sign of his return had been when he turned New Orleans into a witches' graveyard, and then his gaze had turned to Chicago. Her father was no fool, he had to have known that Klaus had made this city the seat of his power in the States. Bill was far too cunning to risk catching Klaus’ attention unless he had a plan, and not knowing the exact details of what that plan was worried her.

Though she could guess part of it.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, and Caroline’s gaze cut along the rigid angles and sharply jutting corners of the builders around her, but she maintained her hiding place. She had no intention of being flushed out of cover like a bird they intended to net but she needed to come up with a plan.

Glancing at her watch, she grimaced.

It was nearly two in the morning.

If her father had chosen to call a Wild Hunt, she had roughly sixty minutes until the witching hour of three A.M. struck, and the Hunt was let loose. The blood tie to her father might have eroded to the point that he could no longer use it to force her obedience, but they had never managed to break it entirely. Fae magic was tricky. Blood ties more so. Instead, Bonnie had done her best to cloud it, to thin the connection to a single, potent thread.

A Wild Hunt would cut through the witch magic hiding her and return her to her father. Caroline was certain the only reason Bill hadn’t tried to do such a thing before was because of the cost. Calling a Hunt took a great deal of personal power. She would only have one shot of slipping away, and the risk of being caught by her father’s soldiers was dangerously high.

 Klaus was in Chicago.

Her fingers clenched, and Caroline put her phone away. She wouldn’t risk Bonnie or Enzo by going to Klaus, not yet. Not with Tyler’s blood fresh on her hands. But that didn’t mean she still couldn’t use his presence in the city to her advantage. In a game of half-breeds, it always came down to who was the better gambler.

Supernatural cities always had seedy vampire nightclubs and supernatural friendly bars littered throughout. When Klaus had taken over Chicago, he had commandeered several for his own use. But there was one club in particular that she’d pinned down as potentially being part of his stomping grounds; the number of bodies that were secretly removed from the club gave credence to her theory, though she supposed it could just be a place that attracted excess stupidity.

If she was going to have a chance tonight, she needed to go into that club and stay just long enough to let the scent of mingling supernaturals hide her trail so she could slip away undetected and find a place she could hide from the magic seeking her. If she was lucky, Klaus’ potential presence would act as a deterrent.

It was a risk.

Not only because she needed to keep her own blood-lust in check, but because she had never before let herself venture close enough to Klaus to risk catching a single glimpse of him. She was magically exhausted and wounded, the slow crawl of thirst thick in her throat, and her bones ached with the insistent need that made no logical sense.

She would have to be so very careful. Still, for now, her glamour was holding. Setting her teeth, Caroline turned and headed to the heartbeat of the city. Tonight, she’d find a way to live and tomorrow she’d call Bonnie and they’d work out a plan for her to escape. And she’d have to do it without indulging in a curiosity that had no name but was a pulse in her blood.

The rest is here: A03

(I’ll add the link to FFN once I get it posted.)

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Cybernetics - Cyberpunk!Sonic AU

Amy Rose has been working tirelessly at her broken down booth for as long as she can imagine. Ever since Tails left their work to join forces with the revered hero of Mobius, 'The Blue Blur', she's grown lonely and desperate to make her life exciting. A strange customer comes in one day asking her to fix his cyborg arm, what she didn't know was that he would be the catalyst for a brand new life.

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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Amy Rose/Shadow the Hedgehog, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Shadow the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles "Tails" Prower, Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik, Rouge the Bat, Whisper the Wolf, Cream the Rabbit, Knuckles the Echidna, Badnik (Sonic the Hedgehog), E-123 Omega, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Angst, Slow Burn, Partners in Crime

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Amy reached up and wiped the sweat off her brow harshly with her hand that held the wrench. At the beginning of the day, she may have worried about getting grease or even Thuluhide on her forehead, but it was getting late, and she already had dozens of grease smudges all over her, and a few splotches of Thuluhide on her cargo pants and crop top. Grease, of course, came with the job description. She was a mechanic, fixing robot parts and hover cars and other things of the sort caused her to get pretty messy. Thuluhide, however, was something she hadn’t been aware she’d have to deal with until after her friend Tails had taught her to fix even more advanced things, like cyborg parts and androids.The world they lived in was teeming with them, it only made sense that she learned how to fix them to make more money, she already charged low for her services as it was, she didn’t exactly live in a rich town, it felt like a crime to try and sell her time for more than the people she serviced could afford, so the more she could do, the more money she could make. 

Anyways, Thuluhide had proved itself hard to remove from clothing, as her pants had many other stains that had refused to come out other the years. Thuluhide was the blood of those advanced cybernetics, cyborgs had Thuluhide integrated into their own body along with their blood in order to properly control and maintain function in their robot parts, Androids were simply filled with Thuluhide. As she tightened the last screw on the oldish radio that sat in front of her, on her desk at the very front of her shop, she became aware of a presence standing just ahead of her, on the other side of her booth. Amy looked up, slightly startled that she hadn’t heard them. Even though the street filled with various booths and shops like hers she worked on was often bustling with noise, she usually hear someone at least a few moments before they arrived. 

“You service cyborgs?” They asked- sounded male. 

“Yes-“ she replied “is that what I can help you with today?” 

He wore a cloak that covered most of his body, even the hood cast too much of a shadow on his face for her to see much else other than the fact that he had some pretty sizable fangs for a Mobian that didn’t seem to be some sort of lizard or lion. He responded by tossing an arm up onto her table- it was unlike one she had ever seen before, she usually saw cyborg parts that were steel or black, and if they weren’t their pain job was usually pretty shabby. This arm, however, was sleek white with two red stripes, one running down the outer of the the arm, the other down the inner. The joints were covered in well serviced black rubber- the entire thing was well serviced save for sizable dents made to the forearm. 

“I couldn’t move it at the elbow anymore, fingers and wrist wasn’t working either.” He said, gently using his other hand to push aside the cloak ever so slightly, all she could really see was the matching port on his shoulder where the arm connected, even his other arm stayed hidden by the cloak. 

“Well, I would’ve preferred if you’d let me remove it myself...” she started, picking up the arm to get a closer look at it. The stripes she observed earlier now seemed to just be lights that weren’t turned on. She frowned. 

“You know, I’ve never seen any arm, any cyborg part at all for that matter, that looks like this.” She commented as she continued to turn it over in her hands. 

“It was custom made.” He responded simply. 

“Shouldn’t you bring it back to whoever made it then? They’d have less of a chance of messing up on it than I do.” Amy placed the arm back down on the table and looked up to where she thought she could see the smallest gleam of light off the mans eyes. 

“Can’t. We’re not on speaking terms anymore.” He responded shortly, making it clear that would be all she was getting on that subject. 

“Shame.” She responded simply, putting her hands up in defeat to reassure him she would press no further. “Well, I’ll see what I can do then. I estimate it’ll be done by-“

“Can I have it by tomorrow night?” He interrupted. Her disbelieving look must have made him realize he sounded like an asshole, because he quickly followed up with; “I’ll pay more for it to be done faster.” She let out the breath she had been holding and slumped tiredly. 

“Yes, that will be forty units added on to the down payment then.”

“How much is the down payment?” 

“Twenty units.”

It was his turn to look at her like she was crazy, or at least, it felt like he was looking at her like she was crazy.  “That cheap?”

“Yeah, well, if I just have to tighten a screw then you’ll get money back instead, it’s just easier this way, I don’t know how much servicing this arm will cost until I actually do it. I could give you an estimate if you want, but you’ll have to stick around for another ten minutes.” 

“I just thought it would cost more.” He defended his reaction. 

“Closer to the middle of the city, sure. But out here people don’t have much, and I don’t want to take what little they have away from them.” She responded with a shrug, leaning back on her stool and crossing her arms over her chest. He seemed like he wanted to keep arguing, but kept his mouth shut as he dug around under his cloak a bit before his other arm snaked out and dropped her units on the table. 

She tried her hardest to hide her surprise, but clearly it hadn’t worked well, because his arm shot back into the abyss of the cloak as soon as she had noticed his other arm was also robotic. It was pretty rare to find someone with more than five percent of their makeup being robotic. With one full arm he’d already slightly over come that, but with two full arms he had officially gone pretty wildly over. 

“I’ll be back this time tomorrow.” He said suddenly before turning and walking quickly into the crowd. Amy tried to follow where he was going, but just as suddenly as he had appeared, he disappeared. She swiped the units into her hand and dumped them into a jar that sat below the table before picking up the arm again. 

There was something about it that made her feel as if no one else should see it, as if it was specifically given to her to be in her hands only- maybe the mystery guy had known her mechanic partner had moved on to bigger things and she was the only one in the shop now- either way, she tucked the arm under her own pink arm, which was quite dusty this late in the day making her seem almost purple, and reached up to close the screen in front of her booth to signal she was closed to the market that was still teeming with mobians even after dark. 

Soon she was left in the dim light of her lanterns that hung from either side of the buildings that surrounded the booth. The roof had been constructed out of old tarps and dingy blankets nailed to the walls (with permission from the building owners) and some burlap hung down over the back entrance that lead to the back alleyway to create sort of a tent like entry way. Wires zig zagged across the floor, all leading to different tools and one leading to a lamp on her work desk that all converged at one very over worked extension cord. Amy set the arm down on her work desk and dragged the stool from the front of her booth over to it so she could sit, turning on the lamp once she had. 

She stared blankly at the arm in front of her- perhaps the thing that made it strangest was it’s resemblance to something most mobians lived in fear of; the evil robots sent from the mad doctor, Robotnik, who came from a planet they had strained relations with: Earth. 

Earth and Mobius had only become known to each other in more recent years, after Earth ravaged the land in a war that the Mobians just barely managed to finish off. That was half a millennium ago, so perhaps not as recent as one may think, but still recent enough to keep sour tensions. Both planets leaders were constantly back and forth, looking to negotiate a peace treaty, but nothing had come yet. Constant changes of power on both planets lead to constant changing of peace treaties, it was a turbulent activity. 

But that was besides the point, the arm that sat in front of her resembled some of the most evil robots known to mobians, killing machines set upon them by a man who had made it his goal to take over their planet. 

Trying not to dwell on its resemblance to the doctor’s robots too much, Amy finally chose a tool (a flat head screw driver) and dragged the arm closer to her. She gripped it tightly and popped off the outside panel of the forearm where the flurry of dents were. She held up the gleaming white panel in one hand, and in the light it appeared that the dents had come from kicks, very strong ones to be able to dent this kind of foreign metal. She placed it back down on the table- she’d push the dents up and repaint the panel later, for now she wanted to get an idea of what it looked like inside the arm. 

Inside the arm looked somewhat similar to typical Mobian cyborg limbs, the Thuluhide sat dormant in the tube structures that resembled veins, and sure enough the red stripes she’d spotted earlier were lights, but it seemed that somehow they were activated by the Thuluhide. All the mechanisms on the inside were black, making it rather hard to tell anything apart. Even the wires were black instead of their usual mess of primaries, and she began to wish she still had Tails in the shop to lend a hand. Amy bit her lip as she leaned closer to the arm. She could call him, but he also seemed to be infinitely busier than normal these days. Tails was lucky, extremely lucky. She would probably envy him for the rest of her days. 

With the appearance of the robots that this arm reminded her of many years ago now, had come a vigilante of sorts to save the people from untimely demise. Super fast thanks to his Cyborg legs, sickeningly badass, and supposedly pretty handsome, the Blue Blur had become a household name. He never asked for payment, he never left anyone behind, he just did what was right- absolutely admirable! Amy still remembered the feeling of shock when she had come to the booth one morning and Tails was jittering around excitedly with a smile that looked like it could’ve torn his face in half. Apparently the Blue Blur himself had come by early that morning for maintenance on his legs, and a few days later, had asked Tails to come on board as his official mechanic. 

Amy was so happy for him when he’d told her, but the twinge of jealousy always sat not too far behind. She missed the life Tails brought to the shop, she missed his stories and his expertise, but she supposed it was his expertise that got him such a spectacular opportunity. 

She stared blankly at the ProjScreen she had taken out of her pocket, finger hovering over the call button before finally giving in and tapping it, setting down the screen so the hologram could pop up. 

It rang a few times, and then just as she was sure that Tails’ smiling face would pop up, it was instead the typical camera icon followed by the robotic woman’s voice telling her: “Miles Prower is not available at this moment, please leave a message at the sound of recording, thank you.” Amy managed a quick sigh before straightening back up when the beep sounded and slapping a strained smile on her face. 

“Hi Tails... I was hoping you wouldn’t be busy but... I guess you do have a lot more going on these days.” She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “I have something pretty interesting here that I thought you might want to take a stab at, but it’s due tomorrow night so I guess I’ll just try to figure it out on my own... have a good night- miss you!” She tried to end enthusiastically as she grabbed the ProjScreen to get it to stop recording. Amy threw the screen down on the table and grumbled as she leaned foreword and thumped her forehead down on the table. 

“I guess I’m just gonna have to sleep on it.” She spoke aloud to herself, voice muffled by the dirty pink fur of her arms. 

She would have to work on the arm all day tomorrow trying to figure it out, so that meant she’d have to keep the booth closed for the majority of the day, or at least only keep it open to simple fixes, but hopefully this client would pay good. After all, they’d been willing to spend extra money to get it custom originally and pay her extra to get it done fast- so they wouldn’t haggle... hopefully. 

Amy stood from the desk and popped the front panel back on to the arm before placing it gently in her satchel and slinging the bag around her shoulder. After turning off all her lights, she slid through the burlap curtains and headed out into the back ally, ready to go home and take a cold shower. 

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Critical Thinking Lecture 3

Smart Textiles

Social status and cultural identity can be associated with textures.  There are many modern day applications for textiles. Such as, Interior, automotive, garments, construction, medical, defence, agriculture. This shows that textiles uint just how something loos, its is all practical and has functionality.  There is a development of new smart textiles. They can transform a structure, they can sense, transform and transmit date, they can transfer energy and they have dynamic aesthetics (through the transformation of colours or patterns). There is also an advancement if technical and mechanical processes. For example, textiles that includes performance enhancements (textiles that can become stronger/ lighter, moisture and temperature management, abrasion resistance, reflectivity), and advanced technology for design and manufacturing (this can be used for sustainability; biomaterials, waterless dye, digital and 3D printing).

Smart and Electronic Textiles:

E-Textiles is textiles that incorporates conductive fibres and electric components within the structure.  Smart textiles is textiles with intelligence, for example, sensing, reacting, communicating or supplying energy.  Passive smart textiles is the early phase of smart textiles. This textiles only senses environmental conditions.  Active smart textiles is more smart than passive smart textiles. This textiles has activators and sensors. It can sense and change colour and shape.  Ultra smart textiles is the smartest textiles. It can sense, react and adapt to environmental conditions.

Historical Development: The use of conductive threads has been used since 1558-1603). Gold threads were woven into garments to give a shiny look. Metallic threads were used, purely to decorate.

In 1883 an electric corset was developed. There were electrical wires to stimulate blood flow. They promoted this by saying that there were benefits for ‘ladies in all stations of life’.

In 1911 electrical heated gloves were created for airplane drivers. In 1930 they developed heated blankets.

Generation 1 of smart textiles includes ‘The Georgia Tech Wearable Motherboard’ in 1996-98. This motherboard can detect bullets and monitors body signs (such as heart rate).

Generation 2 of smart textiles was ‘The Levi’s ICD Jacket’ in 2000. There were 4 styles to this jacket. They had portable electronic devises and integrated an electronic system. All of the wires were hidden (which is convenient because it makes the jacket look more stylish). However, you need to remove the electronics to wash it, which could be quite time consuming.

An example of a brand is Jackard. They want the components to be the size of a button. So that the user won't see or feel them. The textiles that they have created doesn't require a lot of knowledge about it or how to use it to create with it. This means that everyone can create with it.

Generation 3 of smart textiles is the future of smart textiles. We can expect there to be electronics embedded into textiles at a yarn level. There may be fibre electronics. Electronically active yarns.

This is fully washable and wearable.

Market Structure applications for smart textiles: The global smart textiles market size is expected to reach 5.55 billion USD by 2025.  The defence and military segment us anticipated to account for the highest market share by 2025.

Military and protection: There will be an integration of sensors and triggers and controlling units in military wear. This will mean a higher performance; which shows that the smart textiles industry is having a large, positive impact.  The smart textiles in military wear can help to camouflage, monitor health and detect location.  These developments will be incredibly beneficial to firefighters and workers in extreme environments.  An example is ‘Spine’, which is an embedded computer. It has multiple sensors and has energy storage. There is a flexible charging pack in the back that automatically charges when the person wearing it, gets into a car.

Sport:  The developments of smart textiles will also have a major impact on the sports industry. Sportswear may include thermal comfort (such as swear control), they may measure ECG, they can give data of performance (which can be then used to help them improve their performance) and they will have higher visibility.  An example, is The Under Amour E39 which will monitor techniques.

Another example is NADI X Pants. They are yoga leggings that vibrate in order to enhance performance.

Medical And Healthcare:  There are many developments to help the medical industry. However, there are also limitations. For example, its a long and expensive process to authorise them, meaning they are not available yet.

Hexoskin is a garment that will monitor breathing rates heart rate recovery, acceleration, calories, activity level and much more.

Dynaback alerts incorrect movements and helps to exercise. For example, if you are sitting in a position that could be damaging to your spine, you will be alerted. This is very convenient because it means that less people are going to be needing to go to the hospital for back problems, which will, in the long run, save the NHS a lot of money. Not to mention, lockdown has meant that many people are having to work from home/ complete school, college or university work from home, where they may not have adequate workspace. This might mean that their posture is being ruined. These developments may have the ability to eliminate this; this shows that Dynaback has a large-scale application to modern problems.

Smart Aesthetics: Cutecircuit creates garments that contain LED’s. They are electronically controllable and can change colours and patterns. The brand’s inspiration for creating this was, ‘if it doesn't exist, we can create it’. I think that this is very motivating, as it shows that the fashion and textiles industry has endless possibilities and opportunities. The garments can be recharged whilst they are being washed. The brand also said, ‘lives are digital, and this should be incorporated into what we wear too’. This product is also more sustainable because it eliminates fast fashion; therefore, it not only has an impact on the development of smart textiles, it has an impact on sustainability.

THE GALAXY DRESS X MSI CHICAGO (2008)

CUTECIRCUIT CREATES AN EXCLUSIVE HAUTE COUTURE COLLECTION FOR MAGNUM (2013)

Textiles are being produced that can sense and respond to environmental stimuli, such as heat, light, moisture and pressure.

Lauren Bowker created ‘The Unseen’. She said that she hopes to, ‘change the way the world uses colour’. The Unseen allows to visualise pain and anticipate illness. You can see the strength in your body. The colour can communicate data. It responds to multiple triggers. She said that, ‘to see is to believe, what will you see?’

Elektro Couture have created bendable, washable garments.

Mimu gloves are a pair of gloves that can be used to create music. They cost £2500 which, for most, is an unaffordable price.

There are many challenges. Firstly, the development cost and final price is currently twice what customers are willing to pay. If the customers aren't purchasing them, it may not develop any further, which would create a halt in the industry.  There are technical issues; there are still elements that have not been solved yet.  Not to mention, social, economic and regulatory issues.

Manufacturing with sustainable goods:

Tomex have created textiles from shell seafood waste and coffee grounds.  It is an alternative to faux and animal leather. It is all 100% compostable and free of plastic. This sounds like a major turning point for sustainability. I think that this will be incredibly helpful in reducing the amount of clothes and fabrics that end up at landfill. I think that it’s very impressive that, not only is the fabric made from safe and sustainable sources, it is also biodegradable, meaning it can be safely and sustainably thrown away. However, one issue that I have considered, is that if people have an allergy to shell seafood, could this mean they cannot purchase the garment? As this could effect the people who wear it and the people that they are around.  They have also created Biosequins.

Living colour is a brand that uses bacteria to add natural colour to fabrics. They use micro-organisms that are fed nutrients, which they then extrude as a pigment. The brand can chose how they want to grow. They had to learn everything from scratch; which I think is inspiring that their idea, which may have seemed impossible, managed to be developed, without them having any prior scientific knowledge. They have to constantly ensure that everything is safe and clean. This might be a limitation to the brand, as it is dangerous to the people involved in the brand’s health. The pigment can dye both natural and synthetic fibres which is very impressive as it is quite uncommon. The brand deconstructed some jackets to create something new. They also worked with Puma to create footwear. They want to raise consumer awareness.

Mylo Vegan Leather us made from mushrooms. The mushrooms take only two weeks to grow. This has been sued by Adidas and Gucci. This is very sustainable because it produces no greenhouse gasses and it requires less water.

Biometrics/ Bionics/ Biomimicry:

We need to consider, how we can reuse energy use, is it multifunctional and how to use abundant energy sources.

Lotus Leaf is an example of self cleaning and having water repellent properties.

The Morpho butterfly’s wing structures cause light to distract from surface and create a multi-colour change effect. These properties can be further researched in order to mimic this into textiles.

EXTRA RESEARCH ON THE MORPHO BUTTERFLY

Speedo created a fast skin swimsuit. It helps the wearer to swim faster by reducing drag caused by friction between the body and the water. This was taken from the texture of sharkskin.

3D printing can be used to create both soft polymers and hard materials. We can use 3D printing to create textiles structures that are flexible and adaptable.

Performance enhancement: Technical Textiles:

Nomex fabric can be used for firefighters and police. It reacts when exposed to extreme heat.

An example of temperature management is Polychrome lab. They created a reversible jacket that can change temperature. This was the first lightweight, temperature jacket.

Defence Techniques:

High-tech PPE is currently being used. PPE that can potentially give a remote diagnosis and that can monitor contact tracing, is being developed.

Innovative Technologies

Innovative technology is using scientific knowledge to create use in practical results.

Digital clothing:

Gives a larger outlet for creativity. Digital clothing decreases the damage to the environment, meaning it is a sustainable alternative. Retailers can address more varied demographics through digital designs. It also reduces global supply chains.

Carlings created digital clothing that was genderless, cheap and had no size. It sold out within a week; which shows that digital clothing is better for the environment and doesn't reduce sales.

The concerns with digital clothing are that fashion designers aren't currently trained for this. 3D artists are expensive. These things mean that it may be costly or time consuming before digital clothing can be mass produced at a high quality.  Not to mention, there are codes that don't exist for all fabrics.

Augmented pattern design:

Augmented pattern design is a mission to reduce waste. It makes it easier to purchase. However it assists the growth of fast fashion.

Fabric samples go straight to landfill. Just one brand eliminated 1.3 million samples from going to landfill, just from using augmented pattern design. It also takes minutes to create, as apposed to weeks/ months.

I personally feel as though a digital sample may not be as effective as a physical sample, because you cannot touch and feel it to make adjustments. However, this is a justified compromise, for the sustainability issues that digital samples eliminate.

It is assumed that by 2030, augmented design will be adding significantly to the UK economy.

Synflux uses 3D scanning to determine measurements.

Blockchain Technology:

The supply chain is date-stamped and linked together to create a chain. This means that everyone is accountable and it prevents fraud. It also allows for faster duple and production of goods. Not to mention, it verifies if something is sustainable or not, because where it has come from is recorded.  

Innovative Design:

AI:

AI can be used to design and create a fashion range. This means that there are uncontrolled outcomes, for example, garments with digital glitches such as missing buttons and holes. AI isn't very effective because without humans, everyone would dress the same.

3D Printing:

This is effective because it means everything is custom designed. It is environmentally friendly (you would only print what you need and you wouldn't need loads of water or dyes). It creates new fibres. Not to mention, prototypes and samples are cheap and fast.

However, file piracy and authenticity is an issue. If someone gets hold of the block chain, the work could be easily copied. There would be a loss of jobs (specifically manufacturing). They also can't be mass produced as this would take a very long time. Its limited because not many materials can be used and they may not have stretch, however, fibres are being developed.

Some examples are the lace mini skirt, The Fragility Dress and the parametric skin suit by Julia Daviy,

and the spider dress.

The Kinematic dress is 4D printed, as it came out of the printed already constructed.

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Winter Wolf Syndrome

This was requested by someone but I genuinely cannot remember their URL, I’m so sorry.

I am... so sorry this took forever. I kept getting distracted by things and then losing motivation and anyway I’m so sorry. I meant to save the original ask as a draft but I accidentally posted it and then had to delete it so I’m sorry for that.

To explain for anyone who is new, the Shifter AU is an alternate universe where all of the egos are animal shapeshifters and share certain characteristics with those animals, like their mating season and their height is generally influenced by the animal, like Jameson being small because he’s a rabbit or Jackie being tall because he’s a grey wolf. Most of the egos keep certain physical characteristics in their human form, for example both Jackie and Silver keep their ears and tails and Silver keeps his eyes like a fox’s.

And as much as I would adore to make Silver a literal silver fox, in general I imagine him as albino in my AUs (I genuinely have no idea why I do, to be honest, but I think it has something to do with I like his appearance to have a similar aesthetic to his suit) so he will be an albino red fox. He’s also trans, as usual for my AUs, because I make all the characters I relate to trans.

Jackie’s nickname for Silver, vix, is a shortening of vixen. Jackie uses it because it’s also used for flirtatious women, and he has specific permission from Silver to use it for him.

Henrik’s german line “Ich möchte mich recht herzlich bedanken” means “I would like to thank you sincerely.” It’s a formal way of saying thank you when someone has helped you a lot, and Henrik is definitely thankful for not having to deal with Jackie anymore.

Warning: Mating cycles, rough sex, slight aggression, use of cunt and clit to refer to a transman’s genitalia, slight breeding kink, fingering, mating press position, scratching, dirty talk, biting. As always, ask me to add any necessary warnings!

Silver hadn’t visited Jackie yet. It was mid February, smack in the middle of Silver’s own mating season but still pretty early in Jackie’s. As much as he would have loved to be able to visit his mate in the past month and a half, he’d gotten busy with helping Dark with their plans and fighting crime. Silver felt bad about it, honestly. Jackie always had it worse during his mating season than Silver did.

Silver groaned as he awoke to his phone ringing on the bedside table. It’d been a long day and he’d finally managed to get to sleep, only to be woken up twenty minutes later by his phone blaring. Silver groaned again and rolled over, grabbing his phone and answering without bothering to even check the caller ID.

“Hallo. Did I wake you?” Silver sat up at the German accent on the other end of the phone. In general, Silver didn’t talk to Henrik a lot. He and the crow could be considered acquaintances, but they never actively sought each other out. So either Henrik was bored out of his mind and everyone he usually spoke to was asleep or otherwise occupied or something was wrong.

“Schneep? Is something wrong?” Silver asked, all sense of sleepiness gone.

“Sort of. Can you come over? Jackie is getting a bit...”

“Much to deal with?” Silver finished for him, sighing deeply. “Okay. I’ll be right over. Try to keep him calm until then, okay?”

“I will certainly do my best,” Henrik replied, sighing as well. “Ich möchte mich recht herzlich bedanken.”

“Anytime,” Silver replied, setting his phone to the side after Henrik hung up. He didn’t know German, but he’d heard Henrik thank people enough times to know the gist of what it meant. Silver sighed and climbed out of bed to get dressed.

-

Silver could hear Jackie’s howling from outside the front door and he was pretty sure it was hell to Jackie’s housemates. Although Silver didn’t mind, and he couldn’t help the thrill of arousal that show up his spine at the sound. Jackie wasn’t really much for howling, especially not in his human form. If Jackie was howling, he was desperate.

Silver knocked awkwardly on the front door. It took about fifteen seconds before a very pissed off pit bull opened the door. Chase’s eyes were rimmed with dark bags and his ears were flat against his head.

“Hi, Chase,” Silver greeted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

“You’re late,” Chase grumbled, glaring up at the fox.

“I came as quick as I could after Schneep called-”

“You’re about a month and a half late, my dude. Fuckin’ dick has destroyed the kitchen twice now.”

“Oh. Uh. Can I just... go up to him?”

“Please do,” Chase agreed, stepping away from the door and gesturing for Silver to go. “And shower next time, we can all smell your heat a mile away.”

“I woke up thirty minutes ago, Brody, give me a break,” Silver grumbled, pushing past the shorter man and making his way up to Jackie’s room quickly.

“Are you going to let me in or do I have to sit outside all night listening to you scream?” Silver asked, knocking on the door to Jackie’s bedroom. Jackie’s melodramatic howling quickly stopped as he opened the door, immediately dragging Silver into the room and hugging him as tight as he could.

“Hello to you, too, wolfy,” Silver greeted, biting his lip gently as Jackie pressed his face against Silver’s throat and gently dragged his teeth against the sensitive skin.

“You’re a jerk,” Jackie grumbled, nuzzling the smaller man lovingly.

“I know,” Silver replied, moving one hand to rub Jackie’s back. “I’m sorry, love. I never meant to be gone for so long.”

“It’s okay, vix,” Jackie replied, pulling away slightly to pull Silver’s shirt off before kissing down his chest. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

“Mm, me too,” Silver agreed, gently running his hand through Jackie’s hair. Jackie nodded and gently licked one of Silver’s nipples, drawing a soft moan from the fox.

“Your housemates aren’t too happy with you,” Silver commented, gently pushing Jackie away and pulling off his jeans. Jackie grinned and quickly shoved his boxers off, laying in the center of his bed. Silver grinned lightly and pulled his own boxers off before climbing onto the bed and straddling Jackie’s hips.

“I said I was sorry about the kitchen,” Jackie grumbled, gently placing his hands on Silver’s hips and leaning up in tandem with Silver leaning down to meet him in a kiss. Silver grinned and rested his hands on Jackie’s shoulders, carefully shifting to a more comfortable position as they kissed.

It was, perhaps, a bit sadistic of him, but he liked knowing that Jackie was desperate for him. Jackie was almost always firm and in control of himself and his desires. It was flattering in a way for Silver to know that his absence had caused this much desperation- even if it was really just because of the mating season.

Jackie moaned softly into the kiss, running one hand up Silver’s back into his hair and the other down past the curve of Silver’s ass and down to his cunt. Silver whined softly as Jackie pushed a finger into him, pulling away from the kiss to breathe and panting heavily. Jackie grinned and licked his lips, looking up at Silver and slowly pushing another finger into him.

“I knew you were as desperate as me,” Jackie breathed, crooking his fingers and rubbing them against Silver’s inner walls in a way he knew would make the younger superhero collapse against his chest, which he predictably did. Silver whined softly, pressing his forehead against Jackie’s shoulder and rocking down against his hips.

“This is a really awkward angle for my wrist,” Jackie commented, although he couldn’t find it in himself to shift to a more comfortable position with Silver’s soft breathe against his throat like it was. Silver whimpered and shifted, grinding his hips back against Jackie’s fingers and his cock.

“Ah, fuck,” Jackie hissed, jerking his hips up against Silver and pulling his fingers out of him quickly. Silver whined unhappily, clenching around nothing desperately. “You’re getting slick all over me, you know.”

“Don’t care,” Silver breathed, gently biting Jackie’s throat and sucking a dark mark into it. Jackie growled and quickly shifted positions, pushing Silver onto the bed and forcing him into a mating press position.

“Why do you always choose the most uncomfortable positions?” Silver asked, whimpering as Jackie teasingly rubbed the head of his cock against Silver’s clit.

“Genuinely? You relax more when you’re uncomfortable because you don’t want to get hurt,” Jackie replied, grinning and leaning down to kiss Silver’s nose. “it’s like yoga. Plus, I really want to breed you right now, vix.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Silver breathed, arching his back with a moan as Jackie thrust his hips against him. “Stop teasing and fuck me, Jackie.”

“Gladly,” Jackie growled, grinning wolfishly before thrusting his cock into Silver and moaning. Silver gasped and moaned loudly, arching his back and rocking down against Jackie’s cock desperately.

Jackie growled darkly and quickly started fucking Silver, thrusting as fast and hard as he could. Silver moaned loudly, scratching down Jackie’s back harshly as the wolf fucked him. Jackie groaned and leaned down, biting Silver’s shoulder sucking harshly to make a large mark on Silver’s pale skin.

“Fuck, vix,” Jackie growled, gripping Silver’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Gonna breed you so fucking good, vix. And mark you so everyone knows you’re mine. All mine.” Silver moaned in response and arched his back, tightening around Jackie as he came. Jackie growled and thrust into Silver brutally for a few more minutes, his hips stuttering until he finally slammed his knot into Silver’s cunt and came, biting the fox’s throat and sucking a large, dark mark into it.

Silver relaxed against the bed, breathing heavily and moaning very faintly at the feeling of Jackie filling him before he spoke. “Fuck, Jackie,” Silver whimpered, reaching up to feel the bruise on his throat Jackie left. “I’m gonna need a scarf to cover this up.”

“Don’t cover it,” Jackie replied, very carefully moving Silver’s legs back onto the bed and snuggling closer to the fox. “Let everyone see. Mine.”

“Yours,” Silver agreed, rubbing Jackie’s back gently when the other man started thrusting his hips again. “Wait, wolfy. Wait for your knot to shrink before we can go for round two.”

Jackie whined unhappily but stopped moving regardless, snuggling closer to Silver. “Sleep, then. Round two after.”

Silver laughed and nodded, pressing his head against Jackie’s shoulder and settling in to sleep. After all, he had been waken up less than an hour ago to rush over. Jackie grinned lightly and kissed Silver’s nose after the fox fell asleep before he snuggled closer and went to sleep himself.

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Veg-notables: This so took a direction I didn’t expect it to go..  lol well happy writing in the land of "who the hell is driving this car cause it sure the hell isn’t me?!?!"

Thanks @gumnut-logic for keeping putting up with my butt

Obligatory whumptober stuff: @whumptober2019 @la-vie-en-whump

Blanket warning: Lots of internal reflecting and sleep

Characters: Scott, Kayo and a sleeping Virgil. 

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Previous posts can be found HERE.

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Pushing the door open gently, Scott slipped into the dimly lit room.  

Virgil's health had turned for the better in the last twenty four hours and his Doctors; still rather guarded, were very pleased with his continued improvement.

It would be a long road to recovery and the ramifications of the illness that had attacked his nervous system and thrown him into a tailspin had yet to be determined.  

At earliest if things keep going the way they were the experts could optimistically estimated six months before he would be fit enough to return to his normal level of activity, at the furthest a year… But there was still a very real possibility that he might never return to full health.  

There was still too many unknowns and it was early days yet but at least it beat the alternative and Scott was beyond happy for it.  

He wouldn't be burying his best friend today and if he had anything to say about it, it wouldn't happen for a long, long time. 

Parking in an empty chair he sat in companionable silence and watched as his brother slept on, Kayo curled up beside him, her head resting on his shoulder and out cold.  

He couldn't say he was surprised to find her here.  What had happened had hit her particularly hard especially since she had been away on mission when it had all gone down and unable to do anything to help. From her reaction and by the intimacy they now sharing it was obvious to him that their relationship was far deeper than he could have ever fathomed.

It made him smile to know that one of his little brothers had found some happiness in the chaos that made up their lives and he could only pray that eventually it would happen to the others too… though he was pretty sure that Gordon and Lady P were well on their way as well. 

Extending his long legs, Scott arched his back and stretched. The tense muscles across his back protesting and he winced a bit as a yawn threatened to unhinge his jaw.  

The last few days had sucked… or was that a week now. He had lost all sense of time and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a wink of sleep. 

Between worrying about Virgil, the general mental state of his family and his own carousel of thoughts it was a miracle he was still lucid but here he was. There was just too much on his mind for him to settle right now and too much that still had to be sorted.

The one glaringly obvious being Globalmax Chemical’s CEO, the GDF and what the hell to tell the family.. If anything at all.   

Gordon was well in the know at this point in time, having called in a chit with his ex WASP comrades. From what Scott had gathered from Gordon, WASP had been chomping at the bit to get their hands on the man Scott had nearly beaten to death so they had gladly stepped in to assist. 

It seemed that his Godmother was still looking out for them even though at the time Scott had thought she was going to lock him up and throw away the key.   She’d surprised him, that was for sure. All but pointing Gordon back to his old unit as a way out of the sticky situation Scott had placed himself in.  

WASP had swooped in silently and with little fanfare Scott was out, the CEO was whisked away to some undisclosed location to most likely never be heard from again and he was back where he belonged.  With his family.  

He wanted to thank his Godmother but knowing that would put her in a worse situation than she already was. Scott was determined to do everything within his power to make sure her decision was well worth the risks.  She’d gone to bat for him, unbeknownst as it was at the time and he swore he was going to return the favour.

That still left the rest of the family though and Scott groaned as he rubbed at his eyes. They knew bits and pieces but Scott didn’t think he could bring himself to tell them what had actually transpired in its entirety.  If it came down to it, Scott wanted them all to have plausible deniability of course with the exception of Gordon and on that train of thought most likely Lady Penelope. 

Gordon could handle the secrecy being a service man himself he was well acquainted with keeping certain details to himself about his time in.  Civilian life wasn’t the place for it to be aired so he knew that whatever Gordon knew would stay with him.

Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward  was a vault,  and there was no doubt at all in his mind that anything would ever come out from that front. 

When Virgil stirred in his sleep and Scott’s eyes scanned over him and all the readings on the equipment around him.  He drew in a shaky breath when he confirmed what the doctors had already told him and he reminded himself again that Virgil was alive.

He let out a little curse at his own jumpiness and once Virgil settled back down again, Scott did the same.  Letting his mind drift with possibilities and outcomes he hadn’t bothered to think about earlier.

What the hell was he going to tell Virgil?  

Scott knew that playing dumb would be pointless, Virgil knew him far too well and would ferret out the truth in no time. It was probably best if he just come clean… but how to do it and better yet, how would the information be received?  

He was stuck, pinned down by his decisions and utterly numb to the consequences except in the case of what to tell his brother. 

That terrified the ever living shit out of him. 

Shifting in the too hard, plastic seat he cocked a foot up on the edge of the bed and was shocked to see a pair of peridot eyes watching him.  They stared at each other for a few moments, neither one of them wanting to be the first to disturb the semi-silence of the hospital room.

Eventually, Scott couldn’t take the assessing gaze any longer and he looked away, flicking an imaginary dirt from his pressed, dress pants.

“How’s he doing?”   His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake Virgil and knowing he needed the sleep.  

Kayo looked down the the slumbering man,  her fingers whispering across his cheek before moving to settle the sheets higher up his broad chest.  

“He’s cold.”

Scott summoned some energy and sat up.  “I’ll go to the nurses station,  see if they have any extra blankets or if they can adjust the temp controls in here.”

He hadn’t noticed how cool it was,  though to be honest he hadn’t felt much of anything since his brother had taken ill and he’d tracked down the piece of crap that was behind it all.  

Everything had just dissipated to a dullness he couldn’t explain.  Sounds were muted,  everything appearing  in shades of black and grey..well with the exception of a few things.. Like the eyes drilling holes into the side of his head.  

“You need anything?”  He asked Kayo as he pushed to his feet with a rather undignified grunt.  

Her eyes tracked him,  assessed him, saw through him in a way that had Scott wondering how much she knew.  

His eyes meet and locked on to hers.   Neither one of them making a move.  

Something seemed to flicker across Kayo’s expression. A micro movement of emotion that had he not been so numbed out Scott might have been able to decipher.  

Turning, he started towards the door.  “I’ll be ri….”

“Thank you.” 

He stopped,  looked back over his shoulder at her.

“Thank you for what?”  

“You know.”  Her voice was poignant and direct.  

Scott’s eyes squeezed shut as the first feeling of something rumbled under his armour.  

The soft pad of feet had him stiffening,  her arms coming around his waist had him holding his breath. 

The lilt of her accent brushed her ear while she embraced him.  “For whatever you did… I know the cost and ..thank you.”  And just like that her arms were gone and she was back across the room, slipping once more into bed beside his sleeping brother. 

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What Happens in Vegas Bennguin, 3k, Mature Also on AO3

A few of the boys are still lounging around the pool even though the party’s died down. The rest of them drunkenly found their way into Jamie’s hotel room for video games and more drinking.

Jamie is loose and content on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. It’s the first time since the game seven double overtime loss that he hasn’t felt like throwing himself off a cliff, and he’s indulging the feeling. Drinking whatever shitty beer one of the guys hands him, watching Dicky absolutely mop the floor with Brett in Madden, letting Tyler be overly handsy and obnoxious beside him as he chirps the boys a little too loudly.

Eventually everyone breaks off to find their own fun. The sun’s still up, but they’ve been at it all day, so Jamie honestly wouldn’t mind just putting on a movie and then sleeping all the way up to their flight back tomorrow.

Tyler ends up the last one in the room with him, still sitting on the bed beside each other, as Janny determinedly heads out the door on his way to an ill-advised hookup that Tyler won’t stop falling all over himself laughing about.

Once Tyler’s able to catch his breath, he snorts and shrugs. “Well. ’What happens in Vegas,’ am I right?” he grins and takes another swig of his beer.

Jamie is just sober enough to know the next words out of his mouth are a bad idea, and just drunk enough to say them anyway. “Hey, does that mean-- Like, if I were to tell you something while we’re here, we could just leave it behind when we get back to Dallas? Just, you know, pretend I never said it?”

Tyler laughs again and nudges Jamie with his elbow, raising a crooked eyebrow. “This you asking for a free pass to rip me a new one? Go for it, man, I can take it.”

Jamie frowns. “What would I want to lay into you for?”

“I don’t know. Lack of scoring? Snagging the last beer?” He raises said beer up for emphasis, and then knocks back the rest of it.

“If I’m pissed at anyone for lack of scoring, Seggy, it’s myself.”

The change in Tyler’s expression at that is immediate, from drunken goofball to Serious Business Alternate Captain mode in .2 seconds flat. Jamie’s kind of in awe of the way the look highlights just how much Tyler’s grown up in the years since he got to Dallas.

“Hey man, we talked about this. We both had slumps. And we both did a lot of good shit too. If you start beating up on yourself again, I swear I’m gonna--”

“No, Segs, I’m not-- I’m good. You don’t have to worry.”

An easy smile tugs at Tyler’s lips as he slips right back into being pleasantly inebriated and carefree, slinging an arm around Jamie’s shoulders as if to emphasize that. “I always worry about you, Chubbs.”

He says it so casually that the words really shouldn’t make Jamie feel like he just got run into the boards.

But that breathless, helpless feeling that Tyler always manages to inspire in Jamie without even trying doesn’t excuse what Jamie does next.

“I’m gay,” he says.

Because he’s an idiot.

Tyler blinks dumbly at him for a couple seconds, and then starts to laugh.

And then abruptly stops when he sees Jamie is obviously not gonna be laughing with him.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, pulling his arm off of Jamie’s shoulders.

Jamie swallows thickly at the loss of its comforting weight, wondering if that’s his answer to the unspoken question of, Is that okay? Are we still good? He suddenly feels a lot more sober than he did thirty seconds ago.

“Stays in Vegas,” he reiterates, trying not to pass out in fear of how the rest of this conversation is going to go. Why the fuck did he finally say it out loud. And to Tyler of all people, the one guy it would pretty much devastate Jamie to get a bad reaction to this from.

Tyler puts both hands up, wide-eyed. “Of course! I wouldn’t-- fuck, are you actually serious right now? Chubbs, it’s been years. And you never--”

“It’s the NHL, Segs,” he interrupts. “And with the C... Obviously none of the guys can know.”

“They wouldn’t--”

“You don’t know that.”

Tyler looks down at his now empty beer bottle, picking at the peeling label for a long moment.

The prolonged silence is doing nothing to help Jamie’s looming panic attack. “Look, if you’re uncomfortable, it’s fine.” It’s really not, but Jamie is used to hiding heartache. “Like I said, we’re gonna pretend this whole conversation never happened, right? Nothing has to change.”

God, he hopes nothing changes. It would fucking break him if Seggy started treating him differently because of this. Damn it, why did he open his mouth at all?

Tyler’s eyes are still downcast. But then he sighs and leans over to set the beer bottle on the night stand. When he straightens, he locks his gaze with Jamie’s, his expression almost solemn. “Are you seeing anyone?”

The question catches Jamie off guard. He frowns, his brow furrowed in confusion. “No?”

Tyler nods once, decisive. And then leans in and kisses him.

To say Jamie is shocked would be an understatement. His whole body locks up, frozen, and his thoughts stutter to a halt. He doesn’t even have the presence of mind to catalogue the feeling of Tyler’s lips on his before Tyler is pulling back with a small frown. “Shit. Did I read that wrong?”

Jamie just stares at him, unable to process what’s just happened.

“Ah fuck, I’m sorry, man. I totally thought--”

“You kissed me,” Jamie manages.

Tyler looks at him like he thinks Jamie’s being intentionally obtuse. “Yeah? Duh? And I woulda done it a bajillion years ago if I thought I wouldn’t get punched for it.” He leans a little further away from Jamie. “Wait, am I gonna get punched for it?”

A hysterical little laugh bubbles up out of Jamie. He never thought this was a possibility, never allowed himself to even imagine...

He grabs a handful of Tyler’s T-shirt and reels him back in.

This kiss is long, slow and searching, the both of them active participants moving together like they already know exactly how the other will respond. Like the sixth sense they have on the ice somehow miraculously also applies to this.

When they come up for air, panting against each other’s swollen lips, Jamie has to squeeze his eyes shut tight and grip Tyler’s hips with bruising fingers to try to ground himself.

“What happens in Vegas?” Tyler asks breathlessly, but with a sort of timid caution that lets Jamie know what he’s really asking.

“It doesn’t have to. If you... It doesn’t have to stay here.”

“You sure?” He’s got one hand in Jamie’s hair and the other resting on Jamie’s thigh, slowly inching its way higher.

“Do you wanna know exactly how long I’ve been trying not to fall in love with you? Because it’s been a while.”

Tyler laughs, delighted. His face is so open and bright with his joy that Jamie can’t help but kiss him again. He wants to wrap Tyler up in his arms and never let go. He wants to be the cause of Tyler’s joy for the rest of their lives.

“If you need the receipts on how long I’ve been mooning over your stupid ass just ask Spez. He’s been throwing balls of tape at my head in the locker room every time I get too obvious about it since day fucking one.”

“Good to know.” Jamie grins. And then, a nervous stutter of his heart: “So Spez is cool with...”

Tyler purses his lips into something not quite a frown but close enough. It looks a little sad. “You know, a lot of them would be.” Jamie opens his mouth to argue, but Tyler beats him to it. “Just consider it, Cap. But not now. Right now the only thing I want you considering is my dick.”

Jamie doesn’t have the chance to roll his eyes and groan at that because Tyler heaves himself up to straddle him and start kissing again in earnest. And then Jamie’s groaning for an entirely different reason, bucking his hips up against the hard line of Tyler’s growing erection beneath his swim shorts.

Jamie tugs at Tyler’s shirt. “Off, off,” he pants against Tyler’s mouth. “Can’t believe you put a shirt on at all today.”

Tyler leans back and pulls she shirt over his head, while Jamie does the same with his own. “You keep your hotel room too cold,” he whines with an over the top pout.

Jamie gives him an unimpressed look. “You’re from Canada. You make a living being on ice.”

“Okay, okay, quit fucking chirping me and get naked already,” he says around laughter, like he’s never had this much fun. Jamie feels the same way. Being turned on while making fun of each other is a unique concept for him in the bedroom and he doesn’t know why it’s never been like this before. Maybe because he’s never had sex with someone who was a friend first.

Tyler rolls off of him so he can take off his shorts and then toss them clear across the room while Jamie eases out of his own. When Tyler turns back to face him, Jamie pounces and pins him to the bed with all of his weight.

“God that’s hot,” Tyler breathes, pupils blown.

Jamie grinds down into him, causing Tyler to close his eyes and throw his head back with a low groan. Then Jamie reaches down between them and takes them both in hand.

There is always something about watching Tyler without clothes on that feels like watching a performance. He is so fully aware when even a random phone’s camera is nearby, or where everyone’s eyes are immediately drawn whether they want to be or not. But it is very much a show, even at his most relaxed. Like he’s certain that no one in proximity would ever look at him as more than what he wants them to see: something to admire, to covet, to watch.

This is different. This feels like the show is just for Jamie’s eyes alone, and if anyone else were to try to intrude, everything about Tyler would shift. This is a Tyler just for the two of them. A Tyler that knows that Jamie’s lust is about more than just his body.

Neither of them last long, and thank god because Jamie’s embarrassingly hard just from getting to put his dick anywhere near those abs.

Tyler comes with a choked off shout. Jamie is so surprised by the fact that he goes first, and so turned on by the face Tyler makes, that he’s coming himself seconds later.

Tyler strokes him through the aftershocks. And when Jamie starts to softly whine at the overstimulation, he shimmies up the bed until they’re face to face, heads lying on the same pillow.

For a long moment the only sounds are their labored breaths and the muted noise of the strip outside the hotel room window. The further from the high of his orgasm Jamie gets, the more worried he is about what’s going through Tyler’s head. He admitted to an attraction to Jamie, but that doesn’t mean...

“...Hey,” Tyler says, oddly cautious, like he’s dipping his toes into water he’s already certain will be too cold.

“Uh, hey,” Jamie shoots back on reflex, a little too short for the situation, a little too closed off just on instinct. Shit. He can feel the air in the room shift to something wary, and this whole thing is about to get blamed on alcohol and fucking Vegas, isn’t it?

Tyler studies Jamie’s left shoulder for a long moment, pointedly not meeting his eyes. And then he rolls over so he’s on his back, several inches of space between them. He keeps his gaze on the ceiling as he says, evenly, “Okay. So. I’m gonna go.”

Jamie reaches out for him before he can second guess himself, wrapping a hand around Tyler’s tattooed forearm to keep him from getting out of bed. “Wait.”

“It’s fine, man. We don’t have to--”

“You said ‘since day one.’”

Tyler swallows thickly. “I did. And you said ‘falling in love.’”

Jamie nods. “I did.”

A small smile starts to tug at the edge of Tyler’s lips, and he does a poor job of tamping it down. “Well then I guess I’m not going anywhere, am I?”

His tone is amused and hopeful, but there’s enough of a question in his eyes that Jamie feels the need to confirm what he now suspects is true. He pulls Tyler into him, and Tyler falls against his chest without resistance. Jamie kisses him, quick and firm. “I’m keeping you for as long as I can get away with.”

“Might be awhile.” he smirks a little, playful and coy.

Jamie smirks right back. “Good.”

They manage to fit a couple more rounds in, along with room service and an HBO doc that Jamie is going to remember exactly zero of thanks to Tyler’s rudely talented mouth.

Jamie wakes up the next morning to Tyler having stolen all the blankets, burrowed down into them, his face hardly visible while his forehead is pressed into Jamie’s shoulder. It’s possibly the best way Jamie’s ever woken up, even with the mild hangover.

At the airport, waiting for their flight back to Dallas, Jamie finds himself in line at Starbucks next to Klinger. The guy is very obviously hungover, so are the rest of them, and looks like he’s going to fall over if he doesn’t get some coffee into his system in the next five minutes.

Jamie can relate, even if he’s more just tired than hungover, and so doesn’t chirp him when he yawns twice in a row and then nearly stumbles backwards into a shelf of travel mugs. He does laugh though, to which Klinger rolls his eyes and slugs him the arm, but he’s got a smile on his face.

“Hey, you have fun last night after we left? Or did you just stay in and watch TV like the old man you are?” His tone is teasing as they shuffle forward in line, though still a good six people away from the register.

Jamie considers his answer for a moment, and then considers John. His other A. Dependable and honest and just... a good guy. A guy Jamie trusts.

“Nah, I hung out with Seggy. He kept me pretty busy.” He doesn’t imbue any innuendo into it, his tone light. But he figures if Tyler really has been that obvious in the past, that maybe Klinger will read into it anyway.

And judging by the way John’s eyes widen slightly as he stares at Jamie and Jamie stares evenly right back, it looks like he was right. “Oh.”

Jamie purses his lips and waits, heart in his throat.

But then Klinger grins and punches Jamie in the arm again, only this time hard enough in his enthusiasm that Jamie winces. “Fuck yeah, man. It’s about god damn time.”

Jamie laughs and throws an arm around John to pull him into a side hug. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

He glances over at where the rest of the guys are sitting at the terminal several yards away, immediately homing in on one body in particular. Sunk down low in his seat, limbs sprawled out wide, nodding his head along to whatever music he’s got coming through his air pods. Tyler looks as relaxed as ever, and so casually, effortlessly gorgeous that Jamie can’t believe he gets to have that.

No, not just have, but keep.

And maybe even get to tell a few people about it. Have people be happy for him out in the open, instead of solely in his most rare and hidden and buried fantasies.

It doesn’t feel real, especially beneath the hot desert sun streaming in through the big windows and the slot machines making noise at the other end of the causeway. But Klinger wrapping an arm around Jamie’s waist and hugging back, laughing delightedly against Jamie’s shoulder, solidifies it. Helps Jamie feel even more confident that this definitely doesn’t have to stay in Vegas.

He gets to take this feeling home with him.

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listen to me — chapter 35

LISTEN TO ME — 0035

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Jinah and Jisung were still lying on the hood of the car, the girl with her head resting on Han's belly as they talked about anything. However, the boy's thoughts drifted very often, as he was still a little amazed at his attitude minutes ago, though he never regretted it.

He was dating. Or rather, he was dating Jinah.

It had been so spontaneous that he only realized moments later, but here, digging his fingers into Choi's soft, smelly strands, Jisung couldn't be more certain of his decision. By contrast, Jinah couldn't be happier.

— "My parents will like to know that," — she referred to the relationship and lifted her body to sit next to the boy again. — "My mom said I was the one who kept on you, believe me? Like, me?"

— "Apparently my mother-in-law was a little wrong" — Jisung smiled. — "You didn't badmouth me about her, did you? I want to look like a good son-in-law when we meet."

— "Lucky for you, no, but I felt like doing it." — Jinah could even pin Han when she was in his presence, but, otherwise, she was reluctant to say anything that might displease him, as if a strange instinct of protection became active. It worked something like this: I can talk about you, others can't. Luckily, she didn't need to go into detail, as a sudden gust of cold wind completely changed the course of the subject as it shivered their skins not as covered as necessary.

— "I think we better go," — Jisung watched the sky. The stars that dotted the darkness were just growing opaque, maybe it would rain soon. Jinah was not very excited.

— "It seems too early to go home."

— "But it's almost four in the morning."

— "Exactly."

Jisung smiled again, wondering how dynamic the girl's views could be.

— "We'll catch a cold if we stay here," — he said and got off the hood, then fished the keys out of his pocket. — "But since you're so keen to stay on the street, we don't have to go home yet."

Jinah didn't care to be right on the street, but wherever Jisung was. This, however, wasn't something she would admit at that time.

— "Where are we going?" — she asked as she got up too and stood in front of Han. Even though it was dark, she could discern all his beautiful features, from the way his hair matched the tone of his skin to the delicate movements of his dark lashes whenever he blinked. Maybe Jinah was becoming quite a detail.

— "Where do you want to go?" — Jisung countered with another question.

— "There aren't so many options at four in the morning," — the girl shrugged. — "I just don't want to go to my house" — the emphasis on the word was very explicit with a grimace of discontent. — "We made a privacy deal and, right now, it's likely that Jade and Changbin are blowing up the apartment. I really don't want to traumatize myself again."

Jisung was full of smiles that dawn: — "Do you want to go to my house, then?"

Never, anywhere in the world, has the term 'moon face' been so well incorporated by anyone as by Jinah after the end of that sentence.

— "JinJin!" — Jisung burst out laughing this time. — "Don't!"

— "But I said nothing!"

— "Didn't have to."

Jinah rolled her eyes, also holding up a smile, and walked around to sit in the passenger seat: — "You're the one who has these wily thoughts and still wants to blame me" — it was so much irony to fit in one person. — "And hurry up, I'm cold."

Jisung might have even refuted it, but Jinah's cynicism was already something he was used to, so he decided to save their time. In addition, he was also cold; so going home might be the most satisfying alternative, and I say that in every sense of the word.

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Jisung parked the car in the garage and pulled out the key off the ignition, but Jinah didn't care to move. She was comfortably accommodated by the softness of the padded seat and warm air in the vehicle, so that just the possibility of opening the door and feeling the temperature shock didn't cheer her up at all. With her muscles so relaxed, Jinah could almost sleep right there, except that she was, in fact, Choi Jinah, sparing too much explanation when it came to Han Jisung and an environment free of any other human presence.

— "Sleep?" — the boy asked softly, getting rid of his seat belt. Jinah mimicked his last action and fixed her posture so she could face him head on.

— "No," — she replied, running her eyes down Han's bare neck (in her defense, the silver necklace he wore was solely responsible for getting her attention, had nothing to do with how kissable other people's skin looked). — "There's no way to get sleepy around you."

— "There are many ways to interpret this."

— "Choose the dirtiest."

Jisung laughed, shaking his head no: — "You don't miss an opportunity."

— "Unlike you, who have missed every opportunity so far," — Jinah muttered with feigned disregard, as if that didn't affect him at all and Jisung was the only loser in the story. Han, on the other hand, didn't even bother to rebut something — again — and just moved to steal a lingering peck from Choi's lips, which immediately disarmed her.

— "We've talked about inappropriate places already," — Jisung muttered back, but in a much more loving tone. — "It has to be special."

Suddenly, Jinah became sensitive at extreme levels. She turned into an eggshell whenever Jisung acted that way, it was no surprise to anyone, however, the boy's last sentence destroyed her emotionality as if it were a bomb of arrowed hearts. Perhaps this was because Choi wasn't suited to that kind of treatment, as things always flowed very quickly and unceremoniously into all of her relationships, but it was true to say that Jinah was feeling the most important person of the world, so much that she blushed. Noticing the blush, Jisung smiled and left a last peck on the lips of hers and got out of the car. This time, Jinah showed no reluctance to do the same.

— "You're the first person to put out my fire with just five words," — she said and leaned against one of the porch support pillars to wait for her boyfriend to unlock the door of the house. — "And I really don't think it was completely intentional."

— "Not really" — Jisung gave her room to enter and closed the door again. — "But you can leave it to me 'cause today I am myself willing to rekindle."

The Choi Jinah from five minutes ago would have a blatant answer on the tip of her tongue, but the Choi Jinah from now on just let the boy take her by the hand and guide her toward his room. The fire she usually felt below her belly button had been split, her heart feeling a thousand times hotter than any other part of her body. It was a new sensation and equally inexplicable.

— "When did the roles reverse and I didn't realize?" — Jinah joked, only then getting rid of the heels. She felt a twinge of nervousness, but it was a pleasant nervousness, like the chill in the belly that comes from being around a special person. There was a beautiful sparkle in Jisung's eyes that worked more like an invisible force that wouldn't let him stop smiling for a second. — "You just changed all my expectations, and I kind of loved that."

Jisung came over and rested his hands on the girl's waist: — "You're not the only one who likes to surprise," — he whispered and connected their lips once more. Jinah melted like vanilla ice cream on a sunny afternoon, giving all of herself to that slight pressure. The end of the contact resulted in an almost inaudible little noise, but she tried to resume it before they had time to even open their eyes. Jisung parted his lips and slowly entered Jinah's mouth, who gasped just as his soft tongue traced hers and began a deep, wet kiss. Her hands went to Han's shoulders, and, enjoying that they were still close to the wall, Jinah took a few steps forward and leaned her boyfriend's body against the icy surface; Then she positioned one leg between his and was satisfied with the sound of a low, muffled moan.

Jisung gently ran his lips over Jinah's neck. He kissed every bit with all the calm of the world, as if the night was just beginning and dawn was no longer such a close event. Choi's mouth was open, but nothing came out of it but heavy sighs as hot trails were left near her collarbone. The scene was quite exciting, but a palpable affection was tailored to each gesture.

Jinah lost her coat during the following kisses, just as Jisung lost his social shirt. The rhythm was sometimes replaced by an eager desire, sometimes a sweet slowness that only served to make their expectation increase. The girl's top shirt was next to find the bedroom floor. Jinah, then, took advantage of the short seconds their mouths were parted and walked away; then sat on the end of the double bed and sent the boy a very meaningful look.

Jisung's chest rose and fell rapidly. He understood that the girl was giving him the autonomy to decide how things would be going forward, but his mind was so clouded by the sight— the sweat starting to shine and sticking a few dark strands on Jinah's forehead, her ragged breathing, her lips red and swollen, her breasts exposed by the lack of her bra — he couldn't even think straight. It was instinctive as Jisung approached and pushed her body against the mattress and overlapped her. The girl expelled the satisfaction in a restrained moan and spread her legs to accommodate him better, her lips being stolen for what must have been the tenth time soon after.

Jinah slid a hand across Jisung's chest until she reached the waistband of his pants. She unbuckled his belt and opened the buttons without stopping to kiss him, and even though her fingers didn't move so precisely because of their overly close bodies, Choi didn't need much to feel Han throb in her hand, moan against her lips and roll his hips in a slow back and forth, causing the precum to spread out.

Jisung shifted positions and let the girl stand on his lap. With his back against the headboard, he allowed himself to breathe properly for a moment, and, in the meantime, contemplated Jinah's inexplicable beauty again. His fingers slid down her cheek, their eyes fixed as they tried to bring air back into their lungs.

— "You're so beautiful..." — Jisung whispered silly. It was at this moment that all his drama involving Hyunjin came to mind; that subject. Hwang must have known more about his feelings than himself, but no thorough interrogation was necessary to realize that the love Han thought he felt for Kwon Chaerin had been replaced by something vastly greater. Sometimes he thought of admitting, to Jinah and himself, that he didn't know what it was to love until he had Choi in his life ─ because he did love her ─, but it was as if a part of his heart was still reluctant to accept the conjuncture.

Jisung trusted Jinah, but he was afraid of where the magnitude of that feeling would take him, for of all the ills of the world, being dumped again was what terrified him most.

But it was just the girl open that smile that warmed his chest in every way possible to make him feel at home.

— "You're so much more beautiful, love."

From then on, the mood was rebuilt and transformed into something much deeper and more passionate. Jisung tugged at Jinah's hair as he felt her tongue play with his body. He moaned, buried his head in the pillow, rolled his eyes, and called her name the entire time he was in his girlfriend's mouth. It was delicious to feel her twirl her tongue around his tip, to contour the shape of each sprouted vein, to lower her hand up his cock, to swallow it to the limit, to choke and then to slap it in her mouth and then repeat the whole procedure.

Jinah hugged Jisung and scratched his back, causing the boy to arch. She wanted to feel every inch of Han as soon as possible.

In a new position reversal, Jisung settled on Jinah's body and finally slowly invaded her. Their moan more resembled a cry of relief. Along with that, chaste kisses were left by Jisung and whispered words.

Jinah had never felt so loved in her life.

She moaned consecutively with each roll of Jisung's hip, marked his skin and let her own also gain temporary reminders of all that love. There was a whole world out there, but, at that moment, it seemed to be just the two of them and an unexplored, unimportant immensity. Jinah and Jisung, both, wrapped in their own waterproof bubble, enjoying their smells, tastes, textures. The volume of their moans or the force with which the bed hit the wall wasn't important, only the pleading was enough.

Jinah writhed beneath her boyfriend's body and tipped her head back, a last and longest moan coming out of her throat. She couldn't resist another moment. She reached her high as her insides contracted from spasms and clenched at him, causing Han to bite her shoulder and speed up the thrusts, but Jinah knew he needed a little more to get there.

And overwhelmed by all the turmoil of emotions, her eyes watering with both the lust and the love she had to pour from anywhere, Jinah found nothing more appropriate to say than: — "I love you."

Jisung needed just one more accurate move to have a clouded conscience. He melted into hot jets inside the condom, moaning as long and deliciously as Jinah as he reached his climax. He could barely breathe, but he imagined that this wasn't only due to physical tiredness and the recent relaxation of all his muscles. Jisung was overflowing, only with feelings.

— "I love you too," — and the answer came out on its own.

(a/n: guys help

omg i'm very shy, i always get very insecure for these things and i literally just get really rEAAALLY shy about reading/writing these things, so much so that i avoid reading things like that, you know?- aaAAaAaaaa jonathan's screaming inside

did you guys like it? if this is shit you guys can tell me, i can stand the truth

smut was never something i felt 100% good at writing, but i understand that a lot of you were looking forward to this moment (sorry if i disappointed), so i think it would be boring/annoying to cut this part of the story, while i'm here to >try< to please my precious readers. i didn't proofread the chapter so sorry if there are any errors.

oh, and besides, i know that i don't bring up much of what happened between chaerin, jisung and seungmin, and things were not fully explained, so i was thinking of writing an LTM spin-off, from chaerin's point of view about how it all happened. or even a little oneshot spin-off about hyunjin and yoorim. but it depends if you guys want, okay?

anyway, sorry again, i'll post and run. bye bye, ily and take care! <3)

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French Bulldog Frightened By Loud Noises? How To Fix.

The sudden boom of lightning and thunder, cracks, and pops of fireworks that seem benign to you may sound like a world-shaking event to you little Frenchie. If your French Bulldog is trembling and shaking during storms or cowering in fear each fourth of July, here are several measures you can take to help. Researchers are not sure which part of a rainstorm triggers anxiety and fear in dogs Like in the case of fireworks, it may be the sound and light bursts. For some, it might be a shift in their daily routine. Others dogs may have more sensitive hearing than others. Individual dogs can experience changes in atmospheric pressure or could detect low-frequency thunderstorms well before we do. These can lead to anxiety even before the storm hits. It maybe even your behaviour around the loud noise. If you become anxious, your Frenchies will pick up on this also. A study from: Journal of Veterinary Behavior make the following observation on dogs anxiety. When the researchers looked at dogs which have been identified as anxious, it turned out why they're nearly twice as likely to show high noise sensitivity and anxiety responses to loud sounds as well. Moreover, if the dog were frightened of thunder, it also was possible that the dog would be scared of fireworks gunfire and other loud daily noises.

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French Bulldog Scared Of Thunder Even before the first flash of lightning, well-behaved dogs start to pace, pant sticking to their owners or hiding in the bathroom, or wedging themselves under the bed or tight space. In extreme cases, they may bite through drywall, chew rugs, and bust through doors in increasing fear. Reducing thunderstorm anxiety Most importantly, that constant patting or comforting your is often perceived by dogs as a reward for the fearful response— or confirmation that nervous reaction is appropriate. Alternatively, discipline will only intensify the anxiety of a frightened dog. Your behaviour around your Frenchie is essential. Try to be relaxed and project a calm vibe. Try to engage them in activities that they usually enjoy like, playing with there favourite toys. Change Locations Moving the location of your Frenchie can be remarkably effective, as it can help reduce the noise of the storm or make your dog less mindful of it. Some dogs like to hang out on the bathroom or under a fan whenever there is a storm As the "white noise" that the fan produces muffles the noises that disturb them. Letting your Frenchie access the basement or to a place without windows might have a similar impact. Many dogs consider that the closet or the space underneath the bed is particularly secure and safe. If your pet goes to his crate, attempt to cover it with a sheet to improve your sense of safety. But, leave the crate door open so that your Frenchie doesn't feel trapped. Use Conditioning Enable your Frenchie to connect something negative like a storm with something positive. Keep a toy hidden away and bring it out to play as they start to feel anxious about an incoming storm. Feed them with a special treat during these periods. This distracts their attention by enjoying the treat or toy throughout the storm and will slowly help to recondition their response to a storm. Desensitization Desensitization needs to happen on a gradual basis. You're mostly trying to get your Frenchie used to the sound of thunder and see this as normal. This would be typically done by playing a recorded thunderstorm at low volume and short periods at a time. The sound of the thunder must come sporadically to mimic real thunder. While this is happening to keep on eye on your Frenchies behaviour. Try to distract them while the noise is happening by playing fetch or doing some kind of enjoyable activity, as mention above. If your French Bulldog is too afraid to participate, you have to turn down the volume of your thunder noise and try again tomorrow. This can be a lengthy process that requires a great deal of dedication, but at the end of the day, your French Bulldog will be much more confident during a storm. https://youtu.be/9-PgOEoHAus French bulldog gets ready to rumble with thunder French Bulldog Scared of Fireworks Many dogs have trouble with the sight and sound of fireworks when they have not been desensitized as with thunderstorms. Some dogs, nevertheless, aren't used to such things, so the 4th of July may be a particularly traumatic holiday for your Frenchie and yourself. You may have heard of all of the pets that run away on the fourth of July than any other day, so you must take additional steps to ensure the wellbeing of your Frenchie. Keep an eye on your Frenchie during the commotion, and ensure your French Bulldog has the valid identification just in case they getaway. Your Frenchies perception of fireworks is different from other natural loud sounds, like thunder. Fireworks are lower to the ground, more vivid and followed by loud bangs, light and burning smell of gunpowder. The Fourth of July holiday can be a very stressful day for them. Following are some things you can do. amzn_assoc_placement = "adunit0"; amzn_assoc_tracking_id = "littlefrenchd-20"; amzn_assoc_ad_mode = "search"; amzn_assoc_ad_type = "smart"; amzn_assoc_marketplace = "amazon"; amzn_assoc_region = "US"; amzn_assoc_default_search_phrase = "Dog anxiety"; amzn_assoc_default_category = "All"; amzn_assoc_linkid = "5209a67449b3f666821c10529f7e962d"; amzn_assoc_design = "in_content"; Before and On the Holiday Organize to have your Frenchie in a location where they won't be exposed to the loud fireworks show. Either a friend's or perhaps a family member residence or a dog daycare that your French Bulldog is acquainted with. If it is an unfamiliar environment for your Frenchie, take them there a couple of times in the days before the actual holiday, so that it won't come as a shock if you take him here on the fourth. When you can't take your Frenchie to a safe place from the fireworks, just have a kennel at home to make them feel secure. If you're not going to be home, make sure you have a friend or a dog sitter there to keep your French Bulldog company. Desensitization As above this works exactly the same as dealing with a Thunder Storm. Keeping it simple as not to repeat. Take the time, possibly three or four months and play your Frenchie recorded fireworks noise at a progressively louder volume before they eat, runs around, and also before attention and play. https://youtu.be/bi5kLPflJGg Upset about Fireworks

Medications for Dog Anxiety

Warning: Always consult your veterinarian before giving any medication to your dog. After your veterinarian has given your dog a checkup, they may recommend a dog anxiety medicine as part of your Frenchies care. Regardless of what medicine your vet selects, you will also have to put behaviour-modification processes in place to support your Frenchie to work through their fear. This is covered in the paragraphs above. Dogs generally need to be monitored for around four weeks before the efficacy of the drug is wholly shown, and therapy needs to be maintained for at minimum two months after an appropriate reaction has been detected. Anxiety Medications for Dogs AlprazolamAlprazolam is often used to aid dogs that become anxious throughout thunderstorms and fireworks, but can also be used for other forms of situational anxiety. AmitriptylineAmitriptyline could be given to help dogs through separation anxiety or more generalized anxiety. Buspirone Buspirone is a part of the anxiolytics class of azaperone. This medicine needs repeated use to be successful, so it is not beneficial for dogs suffering from situational anxieties such as a thunderstorm. Clomipramine Clomipramine is approved treatment for separating anxiety in dogs. Sileo Sileo helps to support dogs with noise sensitivity. Diazepam Diazepam does have a variety of uses in dogs, but it's most successful as an anti-anxiety medication, sedative, a hunger stimulant, as well as a seizure-control drug. Diazepam is used for anxiety to help with panic disorders such as severe noise avoidance. ReconcileReconcile is a treatment for separation anxiety in dogs Many forms of anxiety or behavioural problems (obsessive chewing, circling or self-mutilation, and even aggressiveness). Lorazepam Lorazepam should be administered to dogs in anticipation of an occurrence known to cause anxiety, for example, a thunderstorm. The medication could also be issued at the first indication that a dog becomes nervous. Paroxetine Paroxetine may be used for several anxiety-related symptoms, namely aggression noise sensitivity, and self-mutilation in dogs. Sertraline Sertraline may be prescribed for several anxiety-related issues, such as separation anxiety, thunderstorm and fireworks, and fear-based aggression.

Conclusion

Hopefully, with this information,you can help your little French Bulldog overcome any anxiety they have towards loud noises. More Reading French Bulldog Training(Opens in a new browser tab) Read the full article

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Episode 4 - The Reluctant Birth Story

The perfectionist in me really can’t help but  approach these ramblings chronologically, which leads me once again, to a topic I don’t really enjoy talking about.  I can’t discuss pregnancy in my last episode without detailing the ‘birth story’ next.  

I used to revel in the retelling of the twins’ arrival.  I would go into great detail about the awkward intricacies of each examination and each stage of labour.  Now I can barely recall the name of the hospital without my scarlet cheeks swelling with the memories.  On reflection, I can only assume my ongoing conversations with two unresponsive newborns wasn’t quite stimulating enough and so I bored the pants off anyone who would listen. Or, the zeal with which I threw myself into the retelling was some kind of survival strategy.  Telling the tale somehow made sense of things.  It validated that what happened, actually happened.  I was naked, walking around a room moaning.  I did tell the midwife that we should exchange numbers because we were best friends for life.  Things happened that will only happen in that environment and circumstance;  I had to confirm it did, in fact, happen to me.  I digress, the point is it is not without a few toe curls that I share with you the details of Original Twin-babies’ arrival.  

60% of twin births are carried out via cesarean section.  There are a number of factors which make a section more likely; a low lying or shared placenta can cause problems during delivery.   A quick delivery might be important due to one baby getting most of the nutrients and so the other baby’s growth is slowed or, twin-mums can request a section if they wish for it.  The most common reason is that one of the babies is transverse (lying horizontal across bump) or breech (bum/legs pointing down).  When twins are born, everything takes twice as long for baby#2 (this is what the professionals call the baby that's furthest away from the exit, I irrationally felt bad for our  #2 as it really felt like she was being labelled second best from the start).  So if there are any complications the situation can turn very dangerous very quickly.

Our opinions in all of our consultations was that we would just sheep-follow the advice of the hospital staff shepherds. Their years of experience definitely outweighed our total lack of knowledge on the subject.  I’m pretty active, so I prefered to avoid the recovery of a section but as long as we had two healthy babies, we really didn’t care.  In our last scan before their arrival, the twins were head down and in a good position.  We planned therefore for a vaginal birth and that’s what we got.  

Note the really ugly use of the word ‘vaginal’.  There’s a reason for this. The alternative is to use the phrase ‘natural birth’.  Many women believe this implies that a section is in someway unnatural - a belief I can totally understand.  My experience (and there will be some that disagree) was that having babies torn out of my body didn’t feel very ‘natural’. I’m not sure a section would have been much different.

As it turned out, actually going in to labour was a bit of an anticlimax.  Being so uncomfortable towards the end of my pregnancy; I was in early labour for a day or two without knowing it. I’d been very uncomfortable; the aches and pains had worsened. I scowled at anyone who could get out of a chair unaided.  I just thought the haulage had taken its toll - my body preparing for the ordeal it was to undergo in 6 weeks time. In fact my waters had ‘ruptured’ (there’s something so gross about the pronoun use here.  I feel like an ardent feminist declaring ownership of ‘my’ amniotic fluid - eugh). A quick call to Triage and a journey to Hospital told us that I’d stay the night on the ward for observation, scheduled to return home the following day.  The aim was to keep Original Twin-twin babies in for another couple of weeks.  So, I settled down to an evening of piling my swollen elephant-legs into compression socks and re-positioning my bed approximately every 30 seconds.  At around 01.00,  I heard a massive pop, had a gargantuan wee all over the floor and then experienced the most powerful, consuming, much-worse-than-I-had-ever-imagined contractions. Breathtaking, scary, overwhelming labour officially arrived.  My trembling mass was escorted to the delivery ward, leaving a trail of leaking fluid behind me.  The midwife started to ask “Have you thought about what type of pain relief”... “epidural” was my definitive response.  I have never been so certain of anything in my life.  

Although I successfully forgot some of the early trauma of labour, I will never ever forget the part played by my doting Husband, Original Twin-Dad. Let me set the scene.  He had left me in the ward for home; he had work the next day and we both expected my hospital stay to be brief.  No doubt he enjoyed some mindless television to ease his lonely evening away from the bloated, whinging thing which had recently replaced his wife.   He went to bed early; it had been a long day.  

Switch to original twin, waiting for epidural - unable to stop apologising and exclaiming “I’m one of those women!”  “I can’t do it!”. There was also some mooing and swearing at this point.  I tried to call my husband.  Straight away in fact I was repeat dialling his number. I tried countless times with no reply.

He was asleep.

I was under siege and the Husband was AWOL.  The hospital took over the responsibility of establishing contact. Facial expressions completely wild now, a midwife trying to dress me in my fancy ‘boyfriend shirt’ brought along so I looked good whilst labouring (pah!).  We accepted defeat and I donned the backless gown.  A severe lady entered with the drugs and ordered me on the bed.  I hadn’t been able to bend down to put my shoes on for at least 3 weeks but this absolute chief of a woman got me sat with my head between my legs width ways on a narrow hospital bed.  What a boss.  

The epidural was delivered and chaos was replaced with calm, and yet there was still no break in the husband radio silence.  I’d relaxed and felt like a human being again so I had the foresight to alert a good friend and neighbour of mine.  She ended up knocking on my front door until original Twin-Dad chose to return from the land of nod.  So an hour after things kicked off and 89 missed calls later, my husband entered the delivery suite ready to provide deeply emotional and spiritual support to the now sedated, sleepy, really pissed off wife.  

Labour from then on was pretty boring. I could feel each contraction but I wasn’t in pain so I was drifting in and out of sleep for the whole time. I have two lasting images: my husband on his phone and the midwives making notes.  Nobody seemed very interested in me really.  Then it all kicked off.  Stage two of labour began - this is where you push.   Things were now very uncomfortable regardless of the pain relief. For an hour it went on until they decided I should push no longer and they would intervene. So off we all went to theatre for some forcep action.

Having twins in theatre is really hilarious.  You’re shimmied through quite quickly, signing forms as you go through.  Thank goodness Original Twin-Dad was there ( I had forgiven him his tardy arrival) I was emotional and confused and giving them permission to cut my body open.  When you get there, you realise there are lots of other people in the room. All focused on your lady-cabbage.  It’s absurd.  Paediatricians, Midwives, Anaesthetists, Assistant Anaesthetists, Trainee Midwives and a gaggle of other trainees just in for the experience.  At one point there was a loud beeping in the room which made us panic… turns out it was all of the pagers in the room going off simultaneously.

So quite quickly after arriving, baby #1 was freed. The baby that had grown inside me all of that time, was now a squidgy little snuglet in my arms, eyes open, tasting its first breaths of outside air.  The feeling at that point, for both of us was astonishment to the point of shut down.  If we were a drawing in a comic, there would simply be a massive exclamation mark over our heads.

Then we had to go again.  Whilst #1 was being checked out, #2 was on its way.  Hilariously, someone has to actually hold the baby in place from the outside, during the time between the two babies being born to stop it from changing position. I couldn’t help thinking there must be a more whizzy way of doing that.  That lady would have been glad of a job though; the rest of us just looked at one another, smiling occasionally, for 13 minutes - like a very messy fag break.  They asked me to let them know when there was a contraction and then #2 was ready to join her sister.  Two little girls, all cherub-like and covered in yuck.  

And that was that.  Two beautiful girls successfully birthed into the world and we were entirely responsible for their happiness, safety and well being for the rest of our lives.  Equal parts ecstasy and terror.  

More importantly though, my reluctant birth story is now told and I never have to use the word ‘Vaginal’ again.  Win.  

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 1

This is for @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta!  Chapter 1/12, all posted between now and Christmas.  (Hi!!!)

The wonderfully brilliant cheerleader @stupidsatsuma was my beta for this, so many thanks!

Masterlist

It’s 9xRose, and fair warning; this is super smutty/nsfw.  It’s basically all smut and just enough plot for them to be smutty if different places.  (So, @dwsmutfest)

Tagging @timepetalsprompts for multiple bingo squares:

Eccleston - smirking, nudity, sexy lounging Piper - Vintage fashion

And @doctorroseprompts because this is a bedsharing/fake relationship, only they’re in a real relationship pretending to Jackie it’s fake but someone else assumes (rightly) they’re together so they’re pretending to pretend to be together, and get put in a shared room.  Follow?

Without further ado:

“Surely this can’t be proper, Signore.”  The sweet, innocent blonde blushed even as she allowed him to lead her to his bedroom.

He chuckled in response, a dark sound that sent a forbidden fire rushing through her veins.

“It’s not.  Do you want to go back?  Back to proper society, back to waiting for a boring, unsatisfying marriage?  Or do you want me to show you what it could be like?”

Pausing in the hallway, he gently traced a finger from her brow to her neckline, then lower to swipe against one nipple, leaving his latest soon-to-be-conquest shivering in delight.

“No, Signore Casanova. I want this.”  Despite the redness staining her cheeks, the girl’s eyes were bright and eager, her bosom heaving in the low-cut dress making his mouth go dry with desire.

“Then you shall have it.” Sweeping her into his arms, he kicked open the bedroom door as she shrieked with surprise and laughter.

In a few long strides they were beside the bed, and he allowed her to slide down his body until her feet touched the ground.

“Final chance, signorina. Run now, or I shall ruin you for your future husband.”

Wide eyes stared up at him before a shy smile crossed her face.  “I am yours, signore, to do with as you please.”

Satisfied with her consent, he spun her around to immediately attack the lacing on the gown, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her neck as he went.  Soon enough the dress was puddled around her feet and she stood before him in only a shift, sighing at the kisses he rained on her as she reached one hand back to cup his head, her own tilted to give him better access.

Lightly rutting against her bum, he wrapped one arm around her waist to stroke her stomach through the shift as he slowly removed it from her shoulders, butterfly kisses moving it down and out of the way.

Every so often she would shift restlessly, grinding against him, and he would catch a hint of the musk announcing she was growing ready for him.

Eventually he had her bare before him, and he took a few long moments to admire the view and how far her blush had traveled before nudging her back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Kneeling before her, he used his shoulders to force his way between her thighs, though she spread for him willingly.  Pausing, he took a deep breath to savor her natural aroma.

He started with her ankles, kissing a trail up one foot then the other, paying special attention to the inside of each knee, enjoying each little sigh and moan she gave at his ministrations.

Finally, when her scent was overpowering and her chest heaving; when she was leaning back with one hand to brace herself, the other cradling the back of his head, encouraging him closer; then he leaned in with intent.

Rubbing his nose along her inner thighs, he teased her for long minutes, alternating between soft kisses and nuzzles until he could resist no longer.  

He brought his mouth to her curls, tongue sliding out eagerly to taste her, unable to think over the sounds of his own pulse ringing in his ears, when –

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Rose roughly pushed his head away knocking him onto his arse, and he blinked in a stupor as he watched her scramble across the bed towards her nightstand.

Confused and trying to redirect enough blood flow to his brain to process the interruption, the Doctor slowly realized the ringing in his ears had actually been the ringing of her mobile; she was now flat on her stomach across the bed, talking to her mother.

Disappointed at their game being interrupted and more than uncomfortable in his jeans, he rose to his feet and stripped naked, all the while staring at Rose’s pert bum.

Deciding that the one minute and forty-eight seconds she’d spoken with Jackie were enough and eager to get back to their activities, he crawled onto the bed.  Stretching himself over her, he lay so that his chest rested against her back and his cock slipped between her thighs, pressing against her warmth.

Continuing to chat with her mother, Rose shot him a glare even as she slid back into him, letting him settle snug against her.  Stifling his groan in her shoulder, he rutted, losing himself in the pleasure until he heard Rose utter the damning words, “Sounds good, Mum, see you tomorrow.”

The Doctor froze, horrified, even as she disconnected the call and stretched to put the mobile on her nightstand.

“Where were we?”  She purred, snaking a hand behind her to grab his bum, pulling him closer.

Instead, he lifted himself slightly off of her, encouraging her to turn over.

She was smiling, but once she was settled on her back beneath him and caught sight of his expression, her own fell.

“What is it?  What’s wrong?”

He simply raised a sardonic eyebrow, glancing meaningfully from her to her mobile and back.

“Oh.”  Sheepish, she wrapped her arms around his neck, encouraging him to rest his weight on her.

After a moment, he complied, and they let out soft moans when they were fully skin to skin.  Hips snug against each other, he pressed up on his forearms to be able to see her face.

“’See you tomorrow?’” The Doctor quoted, and Rose flushed for a very different reason than their intimate position.

“It’s Christmas – for her, I mean – and she wants us to come by for a few days.”

“Us?”  He didn’t miss the pronoun, despite the way she was gently rolling her hips up against him.

“Mmhmm.”  Lightly scraping her fingernails along his back, she sucked an earlobe into her mouth, pleased at the full body shudder the move elicited.

“Why?  Why me?”  Unable to stop himself, he began rocking his hips down in time to meet hers, head falling forward even as he reached for her thigh, encouraging it to wrap around his waist.

“Cause, she wants to include you.  Be polite, all that.”  Rose’s eyes fought to stay open as she got lost in the rhythm they were starting, with him sliding along her just so.

“No,” he grunted, hips picking up their pace, now rutting against her again in earnest.

“Oh, yeah,” she cried softly, though even she didn’t know if it was in response to his argument, or the way pleasure was sparking in her veins.

“Rose, please.”  He didn’t know what he was begging for, mind going hazy as he got lost in her.

“Make – guh – make you a deal.  Whoever – fuck – comes first wins?”  She panted in his ear, reaching down to join them, unable to wait any longer, their game long forgotten.

“Deal,” he rasped, before giving a groan as he slid home.

Not five minutes later, Rose’s howl sounding moments before his own, he managed to think that even though he’d lost, at the moment, they’d both more than won.

Rolling onto his back and tugging her astride him, he laughed, voice husky with pleasure. “Best two out of three?”

The way she slid him back inside was more than enough reply, but she answered anyway.

“Fuck.  Yes.”

-

Rose woke slowly, luxuriating in the pleasure still thrumming through her veins, loving the way her hips and thighs ached.  Finally opening her eyes, her heart fell when the Doctor’s side of the bed was empty, sheets cool to the touch.

Disappointed but unsurprised, she sat up on her elbows only to find him waiting in front of her, propped on his forearms between her legs.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”  He leaned down to press a kiss to the inside of her right thigh.

“How are you?”  She watched with bated breath as he continued to lay soft, openmouthed kisses along the insides of her legs, never straying too far north.

“All right.  Sleep well?”  He licked the underside of her knee, smirking at the almost immediate flood of pheromones as her leg slid down the bed.

“Yeah.”  Distracted, Rose watched eagerly, but he seemed determined to ignore where she ached for him.  Propping herself up a little higher, she looked down the length of him, taking in the unimpeded view of his toned back, arse, and legs.

“Like what you see?” He teased, the strengthening scent of her clue enough for anyone, let alone his superior Time Lord senses.

“’S brilliant.  Like the front too, though,” she shot back, one hand dropping to idly rub his head.

He smirked before rewarding her with a quick dart of his tongue between her folds.

“Shit,” she panted, hips chasing the sensation.

“So, I was thinking today I could take you to Sloatania II.  They make the best cinnamon apple-” He started.

Rose scowled, realizing his plan.  Gently pushing on his forehead, she scooted back to sit upright against the headboard.

“No,” she told him firmly.

Giving his most charming grin, he merely moved up the bed himself, running his fingers over her legs as he made his case.

“Rose, you didn’t let me finish.  I was saying, they make-”

“Yes, and that sounds lovely for our next trip, but today, and for the next several days, we are going to spend them in London, with Mum, as requested.”

He pretended to consider the idea as he ran his fingertip along her folds, occasionally dipping up to circle her clit.  Her hips jerked at the sensation, and there was a fresh flood of pheromones, but her frown didn’t budge.

“Doctor.”

“Can’t we just stay here in bed?”  He complained, teasing her opening.

“No, I promised Mum. It’s Christmas.”

“Time machine, Rose.” He told her smugly, slipping just the tip of his finger inside.  “We could stay here in bed for a month, and it’ll still be Christmas.”

His thumb brushed her clit, and the combined sensation suitably distracted her, but only for a moment.

“I know it’s a time machine, but I promised.  It’s important to her, and to me.  Remember, last Christmas for her, I’d been missing almost a year.”  Rose played her ace, and the Doctor pouted.

“Are you implying I won’t be able to get you there?”  His finger went deeper, picking up in tempo.

“Please, Doctor, I can’t take the chance,” she told him, pleading eyes contradicting how she was thrusting against his fingers.

“What all’s involved in this?”  He asked, resigned to his fate.

“Dunno, Mum said she had a surprise involving cousin Mo and her new boyfriend, but that’s all.”

“And I’m expected to participate?”  The disgust was clear in his voice, and she could practically hear him muttering about domestics.

“Yes.  It’s a couple days, Doctor.  Do it for me?”  When he still didn’t look convinced, she sweetened the deal.  “I promise to make it worth your while – in whatever way you choose.”

He did perk up at that, rewarding her with another swipe of his thumb across her throbbing clit. “Meaning?”

“Just that, whatever you choose.  Anything from sitting through a boring lecture, or a never ending play, to, bloody hell I don’t know, bending me over the kitchen table?  Ours, to be clear, not Mum’s.  Or maybe me on my knees in the console room?”

That got a positive reaction as his eyes slid shut and he gave a deep, longing groan, clearly picturing it.  She could feel him throbbing against her calf in excitement.

“Fine.  But I decide when we’re even, yeah?”  He eventually managed, and Rose beamed at him.

“So long as I can have a cushion for my knees,” she agreed cheerfully before unceremoniously shoving him off to the side so he landed on his back.

“What, are we going now?” He sounded so horrified she burst into giggles.

“Not yet.  I just thought, since you’re so against this, a little preview of your reward might help,” Rose flirted as she settled over his groin.

“Yeah, that seems fair,” he agreed wide eyed, watching with undisguised delight as her mouth sank onto him.

It was a long time before they were ready to go to Jackie’s.