#mineral block ask

[flock-talk]

Just curious about things like mineral blocks, cuttlefish, bird sand and other things like that.

Are there any that arent safe and are sold anyway and are there any that are needed to have a healthy bird?

Im getting a bird soon and i just wanna make sure what im getting them is safe

Virtually all mineral blocks are either providing false claims, harmful, or just aren’t needed when a bird is on a good diet. Mineral blocks or mineral perches are typically bad because of the excessive sweeteners and dyes they put in the product, in perch form this becomes a much larger problem as the powdered dye rubs off on the bird and can lead to feather destructive behaviour as they try to rip the stained feathers off their body. Vitamin supplement blocks are largely unnecessary if your bird is eating a good diet already, leaving them free access can cause problems since if they’re already eating a good diet they won’t need excess supplementation and having free access to chew and swallow the block can cause overdoses.

Cuttlebone isn’t a bad choice, and I do use them, the only thing with cuttlebone is that not a lot of calcium gets absorbed from it. Which is good because it helps prevent overdosing, but if your bird is in a drastic medical need for excess calcium it may not provide the doses you’re looking for. It is helpful in levelling out their nutrition, isn’t filled with sugar or dyes which makes it safer/healthier, and can be a fun texture for birds to rip apart without risks of overdosing. It does still provide some absorbable calcium, just not enough to really cause problems if they’re free fed the cuttlebone.

“Conditioning blocks” and “edible wood perches” are both generally ones to be wary of. Both are usually just designed to be desirable for the bird to chew on to grind their beak down. This can be done just as easily with an inedible toy, most parrots don’t eat inedible objects (there’s the odd bird out who might), there isn’t really a need for a conditioning block if there’s adequate enrichment. Again the blocks are usually harshly dyed which can transfer to feathers and some may be flavoured to encourage the bird to chew and swallow them which isn’t great when they’re usually mixed with grit or wood, and some may be vitamin fortified which could lead to an OD.

Grit or “bird sand” is another one you’ll see and how it’s still marketed to parrots is beyond me. Grit is tiny stones or oyster shells that travel through the digestive system to sit in the final stage of processing, the gizzard. The gizzard is a mechanical stomach that breaks down food by squeezing and grinding. These tiny rocks are supposed to sit in the gizzard and aid in that grinding process as the rocks get crushed against seed hulls and break them down faster. Thing is, parrots don’t eat seed hulls and their diet doesn’t consist of anything that has bones or other hard material. When they eat grit the stones end up just getting ground against the gizzard walls instead and can cause an array of digestive problems including lacerations to their digestive tract.

#mineral block ask #grit ask

[woso-dreamzzz]

Jessie's Girl

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The Natural History Museum

The day that Magda and Pernille need to go to some fancy dinner to represent the club, is the same day they take you to the Natural History Museum in London.

Jessie told you about how she went weeks ago and it's all you've been talking about since.

You manage to wear Magda and Pernille down with all your talking until they finally relent and book tickets. You insist on Jessie coming too and, soon enough, you're all crammed on the Tube on your way to the museum.

You're sitting in Jessie's arms, squished like a sardine amongst all the other people. You insisted to your Morsa about booking the tickets at opening time so you could see absolutely everything which is why the Tube is packed right now and Jessie's holding you so you don't get swept away with the crowd.

Morsa's got one hand on the pole and the other on Momma's hip to keep her close as the doors open and more people pile off.

The Tube is loud. Very loud and it grates on your ears slightly so you duck yourself under the collar of Jessie's open jacket to try and block it out. You squeeze your eyes shut super tight too before it's finally your stop and the four of you pile off.

Jessie carries you all the way through the station before setting you on your feet again and letting you hold Momma's hand as you walk the rest of the way.

You're vibrating with excitement as Morsa gets the tickets scanned and then you're in.

It's your first time at a museum and, for a moment, you look like you're going to bolt so Pernille tightens her grip on your hand to make sure you can't escape.

The Natural History Museum is massive and Pernille knows just how easy it is to lose a little kid like you. You haven't hit your growth spurt yet so you're still on the shorter side and you would disappear amongst a big crowd like this too easily for her to be comfortable in letting go of your hand.

"What are you most looking forward to seeing, princesse?" Magda asks as you all stop in the middle of the hall to stare up in awe at the blue whale skeleton suspended from the ceiling.

"Er..." You think for a moment. "Dinosaurs! 'Cause Jessie says they're so cool!"

"Alright." Magda grabs a map from a pile nearby, unfolding it and studying it like Pernille hadn't caught her looking at the online version just last night. "I think we hit zone red first and go through all the stuff about volcanoes and rocks. Then we'll go to green zone and look at bugs and minerals. Then lunch and after that it should be about time for those tickets we booked for the spirit collection and then we'll round it off with mammals and dinosaurs and the gift shop. Sound good?"

Pernille laughs. "It's sweet that you've got everything planned out but I think our kids are already trying to plan out their own route." She tilts her head over to where you and Jessie (who has crouched down to be at your level) are discussing your own plans.

Magda sighs, lifting you up easily so you can't plan a mutiny on her and starts off towards the red zone.

"Morsa," You grunt," Wrong way! Dinosaurs!"

"Dinosaurs are last," Magda insists," Save the best until last."

You frown. "Like best bite last at dinner?"

"Exactly that," Magda says," We'll go look at rocks and volcanoes first and we'll work our way back to the dinosaurs. Sound good?"

You huff. "Fine."

Despite your original annoyance, you do find yourself enjoying the red zone and then the following green zone. Both you and Jessie are kept occupied for nearly fifteen minutes looking at the fossils of old ocean reptiles and Magda and Pernille rest their feet on a bench nearby.

At lunch, you and Jessie share a big bowl of mac and cheese and Pernille nearly laughs at how excited you both seem to explore the museum - even though Jessie went only a few weeks ago.

"Those are animals in jars," Pernille hisses to Magda during the spirit collection tour," We could be mentally scarring her right now."

"She loves it," Magda whispers back as you (and Jessie) listen, enamoured by what the guide is saying," Who knows? Maybe this is going to solve the problem of her wanting a pet. Nothing like a dead animal to put someone off of wanting a live one."

Pernille rolls her eyes. "You're evil. A pet wouldn't kill us."

"She's enough for us right now," Magda laughs.

By the time the mammal section rolls around, you're complaining of tired feet and Pernille swings you up onto her hip so you can rest and reads out the plaques to you.

Or, she tries to, because you keep interrupting to read them for yourself. You've gotten good at reading even though you're yet to go to school.

Magda insisted on starting you early, teaching you the basic principles of sounding out letters and phonetics to help you along.

Frankly, Pernille thinks it's frightening how intelligent you are at such a young age. You're Swedish and Danish bedtime storybooks are getting scarily easy for you to sound out and she shouldn't be surprised that you're applying the same rules to your English.

"What's that mean?" You ask, pointing at the italicised scientific name of the animal you're reading about.

"It's Latin," Pernille replies," Scientists use it to give a fancy name to different species."

"What's Latin?"

"It's a dead language," Jessie jumps in," No one speaks it anymore. It's just used to make scientists look smart."

You think for a moment. "Morsa calls me smart! Can I learn Latin, Momma?"

"Maybe when you're older," Pernille replies indulgently, not at all taking it seriously.

(She'll remember this conversation randomly when a letter comes home when you're sixteen asking if you could pretty please stop signing up for advanced Latin class because the teachers have nothing more to teach you).

Your feet have miraculously recovered from their aches and pains when you get to the dinosaur exhibit and Magda intervenes quickly when it looks like both you and Jessie are going to bolt.

She grabs you both by the hand and makes you fall into step with her.

"You stay where I can see you," She tells both of you equally," You hold each other's hands. You don't run ahead. If you can't hear me talking at a normal volume then you have gone too far ahead. You turn around and come straight back until you can hear me again."

"Yes, Magda."

"Yes, Morsa."

"Good. Remember your rules. Go and have fun."

Jessie shows you all of the dinosaurs, even down to the very little ones and you listen with rapt attention.

It's the slowest Magda and Pernille have seen you move all day, just taking everything in and hanging off Jessie's every word.

You almost don't want to leave and only the promise of a dinosaur at the giftshop gets you to move your legs again.

You browse for a while and so does Jessie, piling her arms up high with dinosaur merch. Magda, admittedly, knew that Jessie was a nerd in the best way possible but this only solidified it.

"No, princesse," Pernille says firmly when she sees you jumping to reach a jumbo triceratops plushie that said it cost sixty pounds," That's too expensive."

"Momma," You whine," Please?"

"I'm sorry," She says," But you know there's a budget on gift shop toys. What does your Morsa say about gift shops?"

"That they're stupidly overpriced and tourist traps for idiots," You repeat dutifully, sounding more and more like Magda that Pernille has to laugh.

"That's right," She says," So pick out something smaller so your Morsa doesn't complain about being conned out of money for the entire train ride home."

You huff in annoyance but ultimately choose an arctic wolf plushie because it's got super soft fur.

It's only twenty pounds but Magda still grumbles under her breath about gift shops being stupidly overpriced.

"Jessie," Magda says as you and her step out of the giftshop," What the hell is that?"

Jessie, at least, is feeling enough guilt to look down bashfully. "It's for y/n."

"Jessie," Magda says again," That's massive."

It's the triceratops you were eyeing up earlier and you nearly take Jessie to the ground from the force of the hug you give her.

You sit in Jessie's lap during the (much emptier) train ride home and you crash out asleep for your very delayed midday nap.

You stay asleep when you change trains. You stay asleep during the car ride and you stay asleep as Magda and Pernille get ready for their dinner tonight.

Jessie's your babysitter for the hours that they're gone for and you wake up as Magda and Pernille are a few minutes away from leaving.

"Momma," You whine," Don't go."

While your separation anxiety isn't as bad when you've been told in advance about things, it's still present and you still sniffle a little as your mothers gives you goodnight hugs and kisses because you'll be tucked up in bed by the time they get back.

You still sitting in front of the front door with Momma's Linköping jumper and Morsa's blanket.

For half an hour, Jessie doesn't understand how to help you. She's been warned about this explicitly, about how much you miss Magda and Pernille when they're gone.

She thought she would be fine but it's clear that this isn't something she can fully pull you out of.

So, Jessie turns on the tv, playing a random animated movie and just sits with you for support.

Somewhere along the way, you wiggle into her lap, leaning your back against her front and holding her hands around your belly for security.

"Do you want a drink?" Jessie asks quietly.

It takes hours for her to coax you into being a bit more like yourself, gradually shifting further and further away from the door until you're both sitting on the sofa again.

You're lying on Jessie's front, head lying pillowed on her chest as you stare longingly at the door.

One of Jessie's hands is under your top, gently drawing patterns on your back while the other plays with the little baby hairs you have at the base of your scalp.

It's nice. Not quite like how Morsa and Momma do it but enough for it to make you go all limp and boneless in her arms.

It's dark when Magda and Pernille come in from their dinner. Magda drove so Pernille was able to get a little tipsy on just one too many wines.

It's dark. The moon and stars are out but the light in the front room is open and the tv is still blaring some random show that's being shown gone one in the morning.

Jessie's asleep on the sofa, still in the clothes she worse to the museum. One of her hands is dangling on the floor, her knuckles skimming the carpet while the other is wrapped around your back.

You're still in your museum clothes too but you look perfectly content and happy, fast asleep on Jessie's chest.

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

[airxn]

Protecting Yourself from Fetish Mining.

The rise in fetish mining anons has become horrifically rampant over the past year in RPC. Unfortunately, many folks have fallen victim to them due to the nature of fetish miners. The purpose of this PSA is to aid in spotting fetish mining anons within the Tumblr RPC.

Before I continue, please proceed with caution as this topic is adult themed but is a PSA for everyone. I will not go into detail about any fetishes. To learn more about general fetish mining, and what to look out for, check out this detailed PSA by BeckiiCruel, and this PSA about fetish mining within the art community by BluSilurus.

What is Fetish Mining?

Fetish mining, within the Tumblr RPC, is the soliciting of fetish content through Tumblr's inbox via anonymous asks. These asks are sent without the receiver knowing their true purpose and without their informed consent.

People are allowed to have fetishes, but fetish miners thrive off their victims being unassuming and unable to give informed consent. Fetish mining is a nonconsensual fetish and exploits their victims into giving them fetish content.

What to Look For.

Fetish miners within the Tumblr RPC use the anonymous inbox feature to conceal their identity, evade accountability for their actions, and come off as nonthreatening. They'll most likely come off as playful and exploit the fun in receiving anonymous asks within the RPC.

Fetish miners prefer targeting SFW blogs over NSFW ones. Why? Fetish miners want to claim their asks are not of fetishistic nature and to deny the receiver consent. They rely on plausible deniability in order to continue sending asks to their victims.

Please note that anything can be a fetish. Fetish mining asks will appear as innocent as possible to trick unassuming victims into giving them fetish content. They can also be super subtle or extremely obvious. Here are a few behaviors and examples of what to look for:

– Persistent or fixated on the same topic, action, request, or question over an over again. – Pressuring the receiver to answer the ask/s in a playful manner. – Pulling or stomping on a muse's tail, limb, hair, etc. – Putting your muse in a scenario where they're stuck in something. – Transforming your muse into an object, creature, or adding new features. – Cloning a muse repeatedly over several asks. – Feeding a muse over several asks. – Tickling a muse over several asks. – Fixating on muse's underwear, shoes, or other specific garments. – Wanting a scenario of a muse's scent or smell in detail. – Any kind of bathroom talk, including the discussion of diapers, the sender wetting themselves, discussion of any bodily fluid, and so forth. – Giving a muse a kind of potion, magic etc, that will force the muse into their desired effect ( changing their size, making them pregnant, expanding or shrinking certain body parts, laughing fits, the muse becomes lustful, or anything listed above, etc. ). – Super detailed scenarios featuring any of the listed topics that is without any plotting or context. – And much more as anything can be a fetish.

All instances above have been reported in the RPC throughout the years. Here is a Google document with current records given by victims. Please take a look to see real examples of fetish mining. You are free to submit your own instances if you have the victims consent. Instructions on how to do so are in the document.

How to Protect Yourself.

If an ask feels off to you, trust your gut. You do not need to answer every ask that comes into your inbox. If you're still uncertain check with trusted friends, or cross check the Google document listed above. Block any anon that makes you feel off, uneasy, or unsafe. Set your own boundaries, but be warned, fetish miners will not respect them if you leave them unblocked.

If you feel you must answer the ask, take a screenshot, block the anon, and then put the screenshot and your answer in a seperate post. Remember anons must be a member of the tumblr community. Unless they have another account, blocking them will keep you safe from further fetish mining attempts.

If you think someone is being fetish mined please reach out to them and inform them. Victims rarely realize they're nonconsensually playing into someone's fetish. Victims should not be shamed or told they should know better. Stay vigilant and stay safe. Look out for your fellow rper if you see anything that could be fetish mining.

#PSA. #PSA #tumblr rpc #rpc #ok to reblog.

[pamgkrthwrites]

On a Lead

Summary: Bakugou insults you and the next time you see him is when the village is being raided.

Tags: Bakugou x reader, not beta read, Minecraft AU, emotion hurt/comfort, fluff, no quirks, pet names

A/N: Using my writing skills I got from my writing class to this. Should I be writing an assignment for that same class that's due tomorrow, yeah I should. But I did two assignments today so I think I deserved a little break.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Bakugou?” 

“Eh?! You scared or something, chicken little?”

You glared at the man as he brought out his flint and steel, He lit it at the obsidian stone, and soon a purple glow enlightened from the centre.

An eerie sound emitted from the portal, making your back shiver.

Bakugou brought out his diamond axe as he started walking forward towards you. You grabbed hold of his black skull shirt quickly, making him turn to you with a glare.

“What is it?” He growled at you.

“I don’t think this is a good idea-”

“Then don’t come with me!”

“Bakugou please!” You pulled at his shirt to make him turn to you. “I know you're the better adventure and fighter than me, but going into the nether is a bad idea!”

Bakugou pulled it away from you. “Don’t you want answers?! Don’t you want to know why we and others all just woke up in this world?!”

“Of course I want to know, Bakugou!” You shouted at him, feeling your bottom lip wobble. You were the lava bubbles echoing in the cave. “But… You could get hurt in there… You may not-”

“I’m not a weakling like you.” His voice rang coldly in your ear. “You and your friends are just farmers. If you guys are alright being in that rebuilt village and farming all your lives, go ahead. But I’m not like that.”

Bakugou’s harsh words made your arms feel like jelly, so when he pulled himself out of your grasp it easily left. He walked through the portal. He didn’t even look back at you as his body disappeared into the purple mist.

Your chest grew tight and your vision grew a bit blurry. You rubbed your eyes as you turned your back on the portal you helped Bakugou make and made your way back through the cave.

Bakugou and his friends were different from you and your friends. His friends travelled and adventured together, fighting monsters and exploring. While you and your friends rebuilt a village, farmed and mined. At most, you would have to fight raiders. Your group monster spawn protected the village and always went into the mines with a shield. 

Apparently, 700 people like you and Bakugou all one day woke up in the world you have been calling your home for a year. Yet none of you could remember your life before any of this.

Bakugou and his friends were part of a group of 60 people who went out adventuring to find answers. The reason of the 600 were split into three groups. The red stoners who made monster farms, the traders, and your group the farmers and miners. The remaining 40 were seen as elders by the groups.

Your group would gather the foods and minerals and then define them, making them into ores, blocks, food, etc. You would then trade those to the trader groups who then will trade with the red stones. The adventures also trade with the traders when they come around.

In other words, everyone interacts with the traders.

The 700 of you called yourself the U.A. Alliance. You and your friends aren’t aware of anyone else joining your world, so you’re not sure why the others decided this name was needed.

As you climbed out of the cave, your eyes landed on your purple-haired friend.

You attempted to smile at him. “Shinso, you waited for me?”

“Where's Bakugou?” Shinso asked you. “Did he say something mean to you?”

You stared at him before lowering your head and pouting your lower lip. “Yeah… He called me a weakling before entering a nether portal.”

Shinso scoffed, looking away from you. “He’s such a jackass.”

You bit the inside of your mouth before walking past him. “I don’t, maybe he’s right.”

Shinso looked at you, his face unreadable. “Don’t say that about yourself. He’s just an uncaring creature.”

There was a screech in the sky. You looked up and as soon as you saw them your eyes almost popped out of your head.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHINSO! HOW MANY PHANTOM DO YOU HAVE?!”

“Don’t worry about it.” He lightly chuckled as he brought out his iron sword. “I’m harvesting their membranes.”

You gave him a look before turning. “Alright, I’m going to bed. Good night, Shinso.”

Almost a week later, you were feeding your prized sheep, jeb_. Bakugou had yet to return from the nether and now some of his friends were asking you what had happened.

You were temped to go in yourself and look for him yourself out of guilt. Maybe you should’ve gone with him like planned. At least that way if he got hurt, he wouldn’t be alone.

Suddenly the village bell was ringing. You sat up straight and looked to the centre of the village. 

You saw many of the adventures quickly pull out their diamonds axes or swords and their shields all looking at something.

You quickly got up and ran out of the sheep barn to see a hoard of a raid coming in, your heart sinking.

You didn’t bring any of your weapons with you today.

You quickly ran to your hurt and pulled your iron sword from your chest and put in your iron chest plate and pants. You looked through out your chest and looked for your helmet but couldn’t find it in time.

“Shit.” You ran from your chest and started to sprint towards the fight.

A pillager turned towards you, glaring at you. He charged his crossbow and aimed it at you. You ditched out of the way as it fired at you before you hit your sword against said crossbow.

You then slashed your sword across his face which made him stumble back which gave you the opportunity to hit him two more times. He fell onto his back with a grunt before his body turned to dust. You noticed one shiny green emerald, quickly grabbing it before moving on to the next pillager in your line of sight.

You heard a horn ring out, indicating the second wave of raiders.

You panted, wiping off the sweat from your forehead as your stomach rumbled. You pulled out some bread from your pocket and quickly ate it. 

You bit the inside of your mouth as you saw two Vindicators step closer. Their blue eyes and grey skin always made this sick uneasy feeling form in your stomach.

You pushed that feeling away as you ran towards the Vindicator, hitting your sword against him. He brought out his axe and used it to shield your attack.

He pushed you off of him, making you grunt as your back his the ground. You couldn’t feel the sun on the skin so you quickly rolled to the side.

As your eyes opened, you saw his axe cut into the earth where you were just. You gulped, quickly getting up and hitting his arm with your sword as he tried to pull his axe from the ground. 

He yelled out in pain, quickly leaning on his axe so he could kick you off of him. You fell to the floor again and as you opened your eyes you were suddenly pulled back from a grip on your arm.

You gave out a yelp as you were chucked behind someone, that same someone pushing a TNT in a minecart. Once the Minecraft hit the Vindicator, you had to cover your ears from the loud explosion.

“OI!”

You looked up and saw a rather beaten down Bakugou, though his armour was no longer diamond blue but a darken grey.

“What wave is this?!” He asked.

“Second.” You quickly answered as you got up.

“Still using iron tools, chicken little?”

You glared at him. “You’ve been gone for 6 days.”

“I’ve already been chewed out by Kirishima, ‘aight?”

“Why you so dirty and burnt?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re done here.”

“Got it.”

Another horn rang through the air, singling the third wave.

And a Ravager was heard stomping before it was seen.

You bit the inside of your lip but Bakugou already ran towards it. You ran after him. You saw others fighting the Ravager as Bakugou approached. Bakugou pulled out his now black axe.

What the hell did he find in the nether?!

When Bakugou’s axe hit the beast, it let out a louder cry than what the diamond tools did to it. In fact, it seemed as though Bakugou’s upgraded tools seemed to have made it easier to defeat the beast.

The beast collapsed into dust, the horn ringing out for a longer time to indicate the raid was over.

Everyone sighed in relief, you sitting down on the grass. You looked up at the sky and saw the sun was ⅗ had been completed. 

You heard people walk away and start talking to each other, but you also heard someone approach you. Soon you saw Bakugou’s face looking down at you.

“Oi, why ain’t you wearing your helmet? You want to get brain damage?”

“Couldn’t find it.”

Bakugou offered you his hand, which is odd.

You gently took it and Bakugou helped you up.

“I’m sorry.”

Silence rang throughout your ears. You turned to Bakugou and tilted your head. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said I’m sorry.” He repeated himself. “I shouldn’t have called you a weakling. You’re actually strong and brave.”

You felt your cheeks warm up lightly. “Oh. Thank you Bakugou.”

“Katsuki is fine.” 

You felt your heart warmed. You wonder what happened in the nether for this to happen.

“So, why is your armour and axe now black?” You quickly asked as you tried to ignore the feeling growing in your chest.

Bakugou smirked. “You like it? It’s called netherite. I find it while I actually trying to sleep in the nether. Don’t do that. The beds explode.”

“Oh.” You gently took the axe from him and took a look at it. It definitely much stronger then diamond. 

Suddenly a helmet was on your head, making you look up and noticed Bakugou was putting his helmet on you.

“What are you-?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Bakugou butted in. “My armour is stronger than yours so you may as well wear it.”

Bakugou tightened the helmet onto your head to secure it. “Tighten enough?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“Good.”

Bakugou gently held your face, looking down at you. His eyes were surprisingly soft as he looked at you, his breathing even too. You noticed him leaning closer and your heart started to panic.

“You going to tell me why you so dirty?” You asked him.

Bakugou sighed as he rolled his head on his neck. “Well, the nether is hot and lava is everywhere. I couldn’t see the sky at anypoint. There are also these pig things walking around that would attack if I wasn’t wearing gold.”

You let out a laugh. “Gold? Isn’t it weak?”

“Yeah but it’s everywhere in there, though in much tinier pieces. There was also these fiery gold things. They dropped these things.”

Bakugou leaned to grab something from his back pocket and let you have a closer look. You felt grabbed it and took a look.

“They look like fire trapped in a golden rod.” You described.

“What do you think it is?” He asked.

“I don’t know. Looks like something you would have to give to one of those trader guys.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and made a vomiting sound. “Sounds lame.”

Bakugou took them take and put them back in his pocket. You took the chance to take a step back but Bakugou just followed your movements and stepped closer to you.

“I’m really sorry for what I said…” Bakugou’s cheeks were a light pink, making your heart jump a little. “I shouldn’t have called you a weakling.”

“... Thank you for apologising to me… Katsuki…” You replied.

Bakugou grabbed gently grabbed your face again and leaned in close.

“I was thinking…” Bakugou said gently. “While I was in the nether. Would you like to go travelling with me?”

Your heart beat fastened. “Travel with you?”

“Alone, just us two.”

Thump Thump.

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason to want to be with you?”

“... I just don’t understand.”

Bakugou called you by your name. “I want to be with you. I want you to be safe because of me. I don’t want those damn extras getting between us.”

Bakugou leaned closer until his and your lips were pressed together. 

You lightly leaned closer as the knots in your shoulders felt as if they were loosening up.

“Oh my god, Bkaugou is kissing her!” You heard a happy feminine voice.

Yours and Bakugou’s lips parted and you both turned, seeing Mina, Kirishima, Denki and Sero all open mouths smiling from shock.

You felt Bakugou’s grip on your arms tightening before he let go and stomped towards them and started shouting at them. You watched as your cheeks warmed hotter and hotter. 

Bakugou wanted you to travel with him, alone.

And he kissed you.

After apologising. 

Your face heated up. Not wanting to be embarrassed, you quickly turned and made your way back to the sheep barn. 

After all, you’d want jeb_ to come with you.

Bakugou called you by name as he stood at the door of your home. “Hurry up, chicken little!”

You open your door with a wide smile and your backpack on your back and your bundle around your waist. 

Bakugou gave you a look. “Why are you carrying so much?”

“My bundle has all my farming seeds, and I’m carrying all nine of my tools. Everything else is nine stacks of cobble, fifteen stacks of wood, and two stacks of saplings. I also have one lead for jeb_!”

“But why?”

“For making the house, dummy!” You pouted and puffed your cheeks up at him.

“I meant the lead. Why?”

You gasped at such a question.

“JEB_ IS MY BELOVED PRIZED SHEEP, KATSUKI!”

“IT CHANGES COLOUR!”

“THATS WHY IT’S PRIZED!”

You two started to bicker with each other, Kirishima and Mina watched on with awe.

“You think they’ve tamed him?” Kirishima asked Mina.

“I think so?” Mina asked while tilting her head. “I’m surpised Bakugou wants to settle down with someone.”

“I’m surprised it’s with a farmer. I was always under the impression it would be with one of us adventures.”

You made your way to the sheep barn while pulling out your lead. You gently sechued it around jeb_ before letting him out of his stable. Bakugou waited, tapping his finger agonist his bicep.

“You ready now, chicken little?”

“Why do you even call me that? I ain’t a chicken.”

“Your little and cute, like a chicken.”

“I am not little!” You pouted.

Bakugou laughed before rubbing the top of your head. “Sure sure. Anyway, let’s get going.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader

[mangekyuou]

Hello there! I hope you're having a good week!

I don't know if you take asks for this (it is not written in the rules) but could I get a nsfw alphabet for Red haired Shanks?

It's okay if you don't do this type of requests!

Thank you and Bye!

⟡    ֺ   𓂂  nsfw alphabet  ,  shanks.

!!     cw(s)! . . .  nsfw. gn!reader. me being a shanks stan. not proofread. minors DNI.

!!     notes! . . .  i couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write for shanks. i hope i did him justice. thank you for requesting !! <33

!! i would also like to say that i don't really do nsfw alphabets, but i have made an exception for the past two bcuz i didn't state it earlier. PLUS i'm a beckman and shanks stan

A — AFTERCARE. [ what they’re like after sex. ]

shanks is a very affectionate guy. he can’t keep his hand to himself. he becomes very clingy and cuddly after sex, good luck getting away from him, you’ll need it. when you try prior yourself out of his strong, warm embrace, he will whine and pout. he is not above laying on you to keep you still

however, he will consider moving if you suggest a shower. you’ve never seen him move so damn fast in your life. he draws a nice, hot bubbly bath for the two of you, with a nice mineral soak to help you relax. expect him to pepper your neck, shoulders, and upper back with kisses

B — BODY PART. [ their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s. ]

shanks loves all of himself. he’s very confident in his appearance, which he loves constantly reminding you. if he had to pick a favorite, it would be his chest, a reminder of his hard work, and how far he has come from being a scrawny teen to a strong man. plus he knows he looks good

he’s an ass man. he can’t pretend he’s not. he hates to see you go, but loves to watch you leave. when you’re around, he’s always going to have a hand on your ass, plus he just can’t help himself when you walk by. he’s just gotta smack it

BUT he also has this thing for your hands. he LOVES your hands. he loves feeling your hands, no matter if they’re warm or cool, on his body. the way you hold his face in your hands, the way your fingertips graze his bare chest, the way your hand wraps around his shaft. he goes insane

C — CUM. [ anything to do with cum. ]

oh, he’s so messy. he loves painting your body in his cum. your body is the perfect canvas. he can’t get enough of the sight of you taking some onto your fingers and licking it clean off

D — DIRTY SECRET. [ self-explanatory. ]

he’d definitely love to try a threesome with benn. there is no one he trusts more than his first mate. he’s thought about it A LOT. he gets all hot and bothered just remembering his fantasies. these fantasies of his started out as a joke after seeing the two of you spar but man…it’s definitely not a joke anymore

the thought of both you and benn dominating him, makes his heart dance out of his chest. he has almost told you both this when he got so drunk he couldn’t even stand on his two feet, literally falling into benn’s lap and saying “this is how my dream started”. when you both pressed for more, he slapped his hand over his mouth

E — EXPERIENCE. [ how experience are they? do they know what they’re doing? ]

shanks has not been around the block, no. HE IS THE BLOCK. slut, if you will. he has the experience under his belt. you name it, he’s likely tried it at some point in the past. with his experience, he knows how to make you feel on top of the world in more ways than one.

F — FAVORITE POSITION. [ self-explanatory. ]

he’s a sucker for you riding him. as he always does, he’ll tell the same joke of having the best view in the world. plus it gives him ample opportunity to do what he does best, flatter you. just when you think he’s said all he could say about your body, he manages to come up with something you’ve never heard before that sets your body on fire.

he also enjoys spooning. holding you close, your back pressed against his hard chest, peppering your neck and should in open-mouth kisses, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, as he slowly thrusts into you, letting you feel every inch

G — GOOFY. [ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? ]

shanks is so unserious a lot of the time, especially in the bedroom. he’s constantly joking and teasing you between heated, desperate kisses and rough thrusts. will stop mid-stroke to make you laugh and smile because he wants to make you feel good and have fun. his jokes may not always land, but it’s funny to see him pout when you don’t even smile at his jokes. he is not above tickling you if you don’t laugh

H — HAIR. [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? ]

shanks has a fair amount of hair. very red, shades darker than his hair…..#5D1916…yeah. not a shaver, he does trim the best he can with his one hand. it’s definitely messy and lopsided. if it bothers you and you’re willing to help him out a little, he’ll happily oblige. and if you asked for the favor to be returned, he’s more than ready.

I — INTIMACY. [ how are they in the moment, the romantic aspect? ]

while he loves being all funny in the moment, nothing can compare to the romantic stuff. between his more humorous moments, he has his sudden bursts of being quite intimate with you. when the laughter dies down, he presses his body against yours, getting rid of any space between you. he rests his forehead against yours, letting you feel his heavy breath on your lips

J — JACK OFF. [ masturbation headcanon. ]

honestly, shanks doesn’t really jerk off as he used to. way back before, he’d usually find a partner to shack up with or take care of it himself, quick and easy. now that he has you, he’d much rather you help him. on the off-chance that you are not there, he’ll stand in the shower, letting the hot water rain down on him. he imagines your naked body in the shower with him, standing behind him, your head on his shoulder. he pictures his hand as yours, stroking him

K — KINK. [ one or more of their kinks. ]

he loves overstimulation. he can be so cruel but it burns so good. he loves seeing you writhing in pleasure, babbling on. expecting him to be teasing you here and there as he’s talking you through it. he also loves being overstimulated. he thinks you’re so mean, tears pricking his eyes. his breath hiking up as his body jolts forward as you sink back onto his cock

definitely into marking. he loves marking every part of your body, whether with hickeys or bite marks. he wears your hickeys and bite marks with the utmost pride. cover them ?? why ?? he loves showing the world he’s taken for

L — LOCATION. [ favorite places to do it. ]

he’s definitely in the comforts of the captain’s quarters kind of guy. he would prefer to have you all over the room. the bed, the floor, the wall, the chair, the dresser, the shower, you name it. if he’s feeling it, he might take you up for a quickie in a bar restroom

M — MOTIVATION. [ what turns them on, gets them going? ]

it doesn’t take much to get him in the mood. just you walking by a bit slower than usual, to make sure he’s paying attention as you swing your hips from side to side. when his eyes travel up from your ass up to your inviting eyes looking back at him, he’s ready immediately

or when you’re fighting and you’re just absolutely obliterating your opponent. when you wipe the sweat from your head with the back of your hand, your chest rising and falling from your heavy breathing, that hot smirk. you look good enough to eat, he’s happy to volunteer

N — NO. [ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs. ]

he’s saying no to anything that could hurt you. he never ever wants to be the one who hurts you. and no degradation, those words just don’t feel right leaving his mouth

O — ORAL. [ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc. ]

what can he say, he’s a giver and you are his favorite meal. nothing gives him complete satisfaction than seeing you lose your mind because of his mouth. he’s likely making more noise than you. he is very into face-sitting and will beg you to sit on his face. no, he doesn’t need to breathe, just get up there. don’t expect to come down until you’ve came at least twice, so saddle up

as for receiving, he likes when you’re a little mean to him, teasing him a little. only giving him kitten licks until he’s practically begging you to do more. you know he’s spent when he starts his desperate string of pleases. he’s putty in your hands the second you finally indulge him and take his shaft into your mouth, that chills travel down his spine as he throws his head back babbling about nothing. how cute

P — PACE. [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. ]

the pace varies really. even in one round, the pace can vary on how both of you feel. he enjoys starting off slow and sensual, moving into a slightly quicker, more passionate pace as he talks you through it with his forehead pressed against yours

Q — QUICKIE. [ their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. ]

he’s not particularly fond of them. it doesn’t allow him to take his time and rile you up. they’re pretty much over before you get to the fun part in his opinion. if you want a quickie then he’ll definitely go for it because he’s whipped for you. he’d jump off a bridge if you asked him to

R — RISK. [ are they game to experiment, do they take the risks, etc. ]

there’s not much he likely hasn’t tried already, but if you manage to find something he hasn’t tried, he’d definitely try it out with you

S — STAMINA. [ how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? ]

insane stamina. he can go as many rounds as you’d like him to. he loves playfully bragging about it too. he makes sure to let you have breathers in between to make sure you’re okay and if you want to continue

T — TOY. [ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? ]

before you, he never really owned any toys. he had used them more with previous partners but they were never his. now with you around, he finally comes around to getting some of his own to use on you. would love it if you used them on him

U — UNFAIR. [ how much they like to tease? ]

shanks loves the way your body reacts to him too much to even think about teasing you. you think you can’t wait, he most definitely can’t either. he’d much rather tease you about the noises you’re making and how pretty you sound

V — VOLUME. [ how loud they are, what sounds they make. ]

he is definitely not afraid to get a little loud. there’s no way you’ll get him to shut up. he’ll moan and groan between his hushed, desperate words. talking like he’s never going to see you again. he loves talking you through it, praising you for how good you are to him, and talking about your pretty sounds

W — WILD CARD. [ random headcanon. ]

shanks enjoys being blindfolded. there’s something so enthralling about you blindfolding him and him not knowing what you plan to do next. you’ll able to tell when he’s using his observation haki to sense you which you don’t take kindly to. every time he uses it, another orgasm you’ll deny. you’re building him up just to let him back down again repeatedly

X — X-RAY. [ what’s going on under those clothes. ]

about 6-7 inches with an above-average girth for a nice stretch. a few prominent veins on either side. there’s definitely a tattoo with a sexual meaning on his crotch that he got when he was young as a dare, that he definitely regrets. please don’t point it out or he’ll get embarrassed

Y — YEARNING. [ how high is their sex drive? ]

it has definitely gone down a lot with age. he looks back on his past wondering how anyone didn’t find him crazy annoying for being horny damn near all the time. his sex drive is about average, likely needing you about twice every week or so. it definitely does build up though. he starts having withdrawals without you because he’s so dramatic. he sighs trying to get your attention, knowing he has nothing to sigh for. when you ask him what is it, he just says ‘oh it’s nothing’….of course it’s something

Z — ZZZ. [ how quickly they fall asleep afterwards? ]

he’ll stay up for a while after, that’s when he gets all his affection and all the jokes he didn’t tell yet out. he’ll still likely fall asleep before you when he’s sure that you’re all good. the second ‘good night, baby’ leaves his lips he’s out like a light. you swear you’ve never seen him out so fast

© MANGEKYUOU  —  do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

#speed run challenge on how long this stays with no problems 🫣🫣 #one piece #shanks #akagami no shanks #red hair pirates #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece smut #shanks smut #☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.

[thewriterg]

♡︎naive little pup♡︎

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x afab!reader, Peter Parker x gn!reader, Naive!Peter x Dark!reader, Vamp!reader

Summary: Peter was having one of the most exhausting days of his life and he needed you to make it all better because in the end you were the only one who could —kinktober; day 3—

Word count: 1.3k+

Warning(s): Dry humping, m!receiving, dirty talk, dumbification, sub space, praise!kink, mommy!kink, Peter is a 18 year old senior in Highschool and language

A/n: —GIFs aren’t mine— You guys are gonna get two fic’s today because I missed yesterday I was really sick —food poisoning core— but we’re back now 🤭

You had been laying around your condo for at least two hours now as you lied down on the longest part of your mineral grey sectional couch with your eyes closed along with the your blackout curtains that blocked out the sunlight from your vision

You were a vampire, yes. But you weren’t the ones that sparkled in the sun or burned at the slightest kiss from it either.. well you were kinda in a way

You had This pretty little thing called daylight jewelry it kept you from burning towards your temporary death, you were a original vampire one of the first of the vampires to exist but if you were being technical you were the first to transition along with your siblings that you couldn’t bring yourself to be bothered with

But the ring on your middle finger allowed you to walk in the daylight freely you weren’t pale and your eyes weren’t a crimson red unless you were feeding your body worked as the normal human minus the fact you consumed blood to survive, your blood could be used to heal things, you could hear thing up to a thirty mile radius, you had superior strength and speed to average human being x100, and you just couldn’t seem to die.

You’re also over 1000 years old but you know just one of the side effects.

The only thing that caught your interest in the time of day were a dinging notification from your phone that you had kept one do not disturb 92% of the time tweaking your settings to only get important notification’s that involved some emails from witches that had owed you favors, updates about a spell book you wanted In particular, and Peter your sweet little naive pup

Peeling your eyes open you feel around for the Device when the cool screen finally came in contact with your fingertips you took it in front of your face coming into contact with the mid brightness of the screen

I need you sent 3:06

You’d had read over the message at least fourteen times in the last two minutes it was short a simple but it was so much more behind it and you knew that’s

What’s the matter with my pup? Do you need me to come pick you up Seen 3:09

You waited impatiently staring at the three dots that repeatedly blinked on your screen you were already throwing on your closest pair of boots you could find before your phone dinged again

Please mommy I need you right now sent 3:11

Peter had been a little more reluctant of getting out of bed this morning especially peeling away from your chest he couldn’t seem to let a one man job be done by yourself like brushing your teeth, picking out clothes, doing you hair and makeup

I’m on my way. Seen 3:11

Sliding your phone into your back pocket and not bothering to lock your door you cursed to yourself as you rushed down the stair well forgetting the elevator how couldn’t have you noticed

When you finally reached The parking lot You unlocked your car and we’re making a ten minute drive with traffic five minutes.

ꨄꨄꨄ

“I’m here for Peter Parker early dismissal” You stated to the secretary who barely batted an eye at you before pointing to the clip board with sign out sheets clipped to them which you rolled your eyes at scribbling down the Information it asked

“Excuse me Miss I would really appreciate if you get of your ass and get my kid” You hissed at the women who looked at you with wide eyes picking up the telephone after reading off what you assumed to be Peters’s schedule on the desktop

“He’s on his way mam you can sit in a chair if you’d like” The women warily offered without another word you pushed your sunglasses down on your face from where they rested on your forehead before sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs with your leg bouncing up and down while you watched the hands on the clock move

It was at least five minutes before Peter buzzed through the the double doors as you stood immediately from your seat with your arms open prepared for embrace while Peter fell into them without hesitation

Ever since your relationship with Peter you had been.. more open to physical affection it wasn’t your favorite but you could comfort and maneuver with it well

“Hi honey” You muttered into the boys hair his grip didn't loosen once as he started to whine at the loss of contact when you pulled away while you shushed him softly

“Hey I know okay? I know but we’d be very more comfortable in bed than right here it’ll be a fast drive I promise” You offered to the boy who reluctantly nodded slipping his hand into your own while the both of you stepped out of the door you felt a nudge on your shoulder to see Peter blocking his eyes from the bright sun

You couldn’t help but stare in awe with a small chuckle while your took you own sunglasses off your own face while placing them on the bridge of Peters nose the black lenses dulling the bright sun before you two began to walk across the street

Just like you made a ten minute drive five arriving you did the same driving back to your condo eager to get the clingy teen into the safety of your home

ꨄꨄꨄ

You and Peter had been cuddling and engaging with skin to skin for a short while the only thing blocking you both was your tank top and underwear and peters basketball shorts you’d both taken a shower and after you’d force Peter to eat something having picked him up before lunch you’d been happy to give your pup some affection

You had been watching something random on the Tv finally using the surprise me button on a Netflix but it seemed just to be background noise now as you repeatedly ran your hand through his hair while he rested his face in your neck

You felt small movements on the little of your thigh and at first you thought Peter was just trying to get comfortable but when more than 30 seconds passed and you could start to feel Peter’s breath deepen against your neck making the small hairs stand up you knew it was different

“Do you have something to tell me baby?” You questioned softly while Peter let out a soft whine slowing his thrusting hips against your thighs but not coming to a complete stop

“I need you mommy please” Peter sniffled as he began to work his hips into your leg this time with your hands on his hips guiding them as you set mid pace you could feel his breath hitch on your shoulder

Peter’s arms tightened almost suffocatingly around your waist as your precious little spider continued to thrust his hips up to meet yours and if it weren’t for you being a vampire and having inhumanly healing he would’ve lefts makes

Hiding into the crook of you neck to hide poorly concealed cries and desperate whines Peter panted into your ears by hot breath sobs soon turning into hiccuping gasps when the tip of his cock would rub perfectly up into the fabric of his boxers hips angling to catch that spot every time

It wasn’t long before a startled cry left Peters lips his back arching up suddenly and hips stuttering before he barely registered something sticky splattering against his thigh head still spinning with the sensations feeling overwhelmed Peter buried his face into the crook of your neck peppering your shoulder in small kisses between mumbles of apologies as he still rocked his hips up to meet yours in the aftershocks of his orgasm

“It’s okay you did so good for me baby” You muttered into his hairline bringing the soft covers over his back muttering sweet nothings into his ear You had both fell asleep not long after the only thing on Peter’s brain is how’d he repay you

He had a few ideas in mind.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker x fem!reader #sub!peter parker #avengers x reader #avengers x you #smut #romance #fluff #i love you #kinktober #october #fall 2022 #geegeeisawhoreontherun #thewriterg

[judasgot-it]

Hellooooooo! I would like to request, how do you think hunting dogs would be when they play Minecraft with their s/o🤭

I have so many asks in my inbox so I'm now getting to them. Also, minecraft time babyyyyyyyyyyy

Headcanons: playing minecraft with the hunting dogs

Jouno

He can't really play along with you since it's point-and-click, so sometimes he'll partake in listening in on your Minecraft sessions that you play with everyone else

He gives unnecessary advice and will insist on killing any mob you spot. Even the sheep :(

Jouno also named all of your dogs. He was heartbroken when Teruko killed one on accident and demanded retribution

You give him a play-by-play of the shenanigans that go on in the community server. He tries to get you to kill Tecchou and if you're playing during work hours he'll mess with Tecchou or Tachihara occasionally.

You built a house for the two of you in game. There's a homemade torture chamber inside just so he can enjoy the sounds of pistons and villagers being pushed into lava.

It's constantly being repaired due to Teruko's griefing

For the most part he does his own thing and adds commentary. Does cuddle with you when it's a more chill game.

Tecchou

You are the classic "builder vs. Miner" couple

He collects flowers for the two of you and gets distracted a lot

Insists on building iron golems for villages and fighting pillagers

You will get distracted EASILY with this guy

He won't play easy mode with him he has to do it hard mode. He needs the challenge

Tames every dog he sees and is sad when he loses one

Treats them like they're your kids

Your house is overrun with them. Stop him please.

They're all named after foods.

His builds aren't aesthetic, definitely a dirt hut kind of man. He'll mine diamonds for you though

If you're a miner then good luck

You'll have a beautiful dirt hut. Or a pretty cave ♡

Probably beat the game in like 3 minutes and is now just fucking around

Has no idea how potions and enchantment work tho. You need to build that shit for him, since he probably has more levels than you and can enchant all your stuff.

Dude is just gonna use some random iron sword he found in a villager's chest anyway. He cares about providing for you more than himself.

Rip to whoever he robs. Probably local villages. He lives like he's homeless. Probably is.

Most likely he would just live in an old desert temple or village if it weren't for you

Also insists on riding a horse everywhere. Doesn't matter if there's a faster method. He wants to be a cowboy ○]:)

Loves the Minecraft farmer life

The one building he does have is a stable. His horses deserve the best life. He doesn't even have a bed most of the time.

Will gift you all of his goods tho. Anything you want? He'll get it. Only the best. Man will go to the ends of the blocked earth to get you a mushroom cow if you want. He's that guy.

Tachihara

Redstone god

Literally will automate the whole game

Find him a dungeon and BAM automated

Don't try and test him, he's just good

But he's hopeless in the beginning, he runs away screaming and crying from creepers

Protect him

After you beat the game and go to the ender he is PROVIDING

THIS MAN KNOWS HIS SHIT

Literally, don't let him go mining he will die 30 different ways

If you do at least protect him. Seriously.

He will most likely die from a creeper. they are his mortal enemy. Creepers? Awwwwwww man.

But do let him build. He's just a natural genius

Probably builds like the notre dame in a day

you guys have the cutest house. builds you whatever you want, wherever you want.

Puts your beds next to each other and is like :3

Cries over creepers tho. They destroy his builds all the time. He loves his Minecraft cats and names them after his friends ♡

Has a dog named after you. He's sentimental like that

He built half of the buildings everyone uses. Is at war with everyone else since they keep letting mobs destroy them

HE DOES NOT SLEEP IN THE GAME

And then has the audacity to cry about phantoms attacking him even when he has OP armor.

When he's building you need to be there other wise he'll 100% die from fall damage probs. He just always does.

Getting materials with him is great, you find the best spots for your Minecraft dates

Teruko

She's the worst

Literally has nothing

She will just keep getting flint and steel and burning shit

or finding TNT and blowing up random shit

With nothing she will keep fighting whatever she can

Lives off of raw meat and villager farms

Please keep her alive

If it's a community server she is a serial griefer

Seriously someone stop her

She relies on everyone's leftover stuff from their mining trips

Will follow you when you go down and demand a 50/50 split

Does protect you from mobs tho

Best person to take to the nether for some reason. She's just immune to fall damage and lava.

Will always luck out and find exactly what you're looking for.

She will never destroy Tachiharas Redstone farms. But will destroy his house. They are at war rn

She declared war on everyone and took over several villages. She's trying to establish a tax system

Fukuchi

Played for like 3 days

Has a house that's abandoned

Teruko lives there sometimes

Tachihara put up a poster of two guys kissing right by his house and no one has taken it down

Fukuchi doesn't even know the chaos his Minecraft home causes on the daily

There's now a giant dick-building contest right next to it and no one wants to admit a loss.

It builds morale

everyone plays when he's gone on some special meeting. It's unspoken.

#this is fun #not super romantic sorry but i wont lie #minecraft means WAR #also this is my experience playing on friends servers #bsd x y/n #tecchou x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou bsd #bsd #bsd x you #jouno x reader #tachihara x reader #tachihara x you #jouno x you #jouno x y/n #tachihara x y/n #bsd jouno #bsd tachihara

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Addiction

Part Eight: It Was All For Nothing

Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, smut, heavy angst

A/N: This is a long one, but we're finally turning a corner!

The loud knock at the door would have startled you out of your sleep if you weren't already wide awake, laying in the same position you'd been for the past few hours, your vision becoming hazy as you traced the lines of the wooden knots in the ceiling beams. The rough waves that crashed against the shore were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of Jack's voice in your head. Almost.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise I'm gonna fix this, baby."

There was a time when his reassurance would have been enough. All you needed to hear was a few words from him, and you were ready and willing. You would have blindly followed him into battle if he asked, unarmed, your body unprotected against potential blows, because you loved him.

It wasn't until you were out of the confines of Manhattan that you realized he never asked anything of you.

You went on your own accord, because you loved him that much.

You made all the wrong moves, every red flag just an obstacle you thought you had to overcome, because you loved him that damn much.

But none of it was enough. Not his words, not your unwavering devotion, was enough to change his situation or yours.

So you ran. It was the cowardly thing to do, no doubt about that, but fuck, where had being brazen gotten you so far? Running had gotten you away from Jack and Claire and into this bed, the ocean a finite barrier between you and the mess that resided in the city.

The bed you were in wasn't the least bit comfortable, a lumpy mattress and tattered sheets beneath your body, but it was the only place you felt safe, like danger and heartbreak wasn't looming over you as long as you stayed in this bed.

Whatever you do, don't get out of this bed.

As the pounding continued, the door shaking on its rickety hinges against a heavy hand, a moment of panic flashed in your mind to the fact that Jack may have found you, or even worse, Claire was at the front door. After all you'd learned about their relationship, her coming to tie your ankles to a concrete block, mob style, and throwing you in the ocean to swim with the fishes, would be the tamest of her sins. That rush of panic slowly settled into your bones as anguish, your limbs unable to move.

What had you told Jack? Karma was coming for all of you. Maybe this was your karma, to finally make a break for it, get to the end of the line, only to find yourself exactly where you started, on the other side of the door to a man who was so lost in himself, there was no way he could love you.

So you continued to trace the knots, lifting your finger to act as a guide as your eyes started to tire. You tasted salt on your tongue as you swallowed, the very same mineral leaving a thin coating on your skin as the breeze wafted through the open windows. You always loved the beach as a little girl, a delicious taste of the freedom you so desperately searched for growing up, and the irony wasn't lost on you about how very wrong you were about it all. Freedom wasn't something you found, it was something you always had, a gift that was inherently precious, and because you didn't know what you had, you allowed Jack to take it from you, oh so willingly.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise-"

"Didn't you hear me banging on the door?", George questioned with a huff, as he pulled his key out of the brass lock, shoving it into his jacket pocket. "I've been out there for over 10 minutes." The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as your brother crossed the room, dropping a white paper bag on the reclaimed wood kitchen table. You'd barely said two words to him after you arrived at your family's beach house, so he wasn't expecting a response.

He'd never admit to you that he was happy to have company at the small waterfront property where he'd spent the last year working on his novel. He considered himself a struggling writer, even though his two books that still resided on the New York Times Bestsellers list years later would suggest otherwise. He was a slave to his craft, a brooding intellectual with no interest in mingling with NYCs elite. You always though he and Jack would run in the same circles if George had interest in any music made after the year 2000.

You barely visited anymore, choosing to relocate to the city after your parent's death a decade ago, throwing excuse after excuse at him as to why you couldn't make the two hour drive out to see him. He'd half given up on you when you called him a couple days ago, needing a place to stay. He didn't ask questions, and you didn't offer up any information you didn't absolutely have to. It was better that way. It was safer that way.

"I brought you breakfast."

"I'm not hungry", you croaked out, bundling up the woven blanket in your fist and pulling it up tightly underneath your chin. "I know. You've said that the past three days. I'm not gonna stop trying though." He pulled open the fridge door, a groan leaving his chest at the bare shelves. "Have you eaten anything? There's nothing in here."

You stayed tight lipped, closing your eyes. They shot open at the sound of the fridge door slamming shut. You listened as your little brother shed his coat, the chair screeched across the floor, he kicked off his boots, and took a seat at the table. "The silent treatment isn't going to work anymore."

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment. I just don't have anything to say." What was one more lie in the grand scheme of things, and you didn't think he would be able to understand the truth anyway.

"Bullshit. Now talk to me."

You begrudgingly sat up, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed, pulling your cardigan across your chest. As you took in your brother's face, you realized how much older he looked to you, his beard fully grown in, his eyes sunken in with a tiredness only an author who spent all night laboring over their art could feel. He looked so much like your dad, painfully so, a worried look draped over his face that you knew was because of you.

"Can't a sister visit her brother every once and a while?" You gave him an uneasy smile that he didn't return in the slightest. "We haven't talked in months, and no, I'm not counting the birthday texts we send back and forth."

"Ok, I'm taking a break from work. I just needed a vacation." George scoffed, running his fingers across his jawline. "You don't take vacations." You rolled your eyes. You'd almost forgotten about your family's signature hard headedness, a trait that had gotten you in trouble more than once. "Is it Darien? Are you guys going through a rough patch?"

"The roughest patch", you sighed, "we broke up over a year ago."

"Good, I always hated that guy." George let out a humorless chuckle. "So then what is it? Are you in over your head? Do you need money? A place to lay low?"

"What is with the third degree?" You could sense his frustration, your stomach turning at the thought of lying to him. You didn't want to, but you also didn't want him to get involved, or worse, have him become another one of Claire's targets. "If there was something wrong, I would tell you." You hoped you were convincing, and that it would at least buy you a couple more days for you to figure out your next move.

"Fine." George let out a sharp breath, getting to his feet. "If you don't wanna talk, don't." You sighed, resting your head against the headboard. "Can you at least answer your phone so it'll stop ringing? You left it in my car. Some guy named "Jack" won't stop calling you."

The speed with which you got to your feet and ran over to your brother startled him, making him stumble back. "Give me my phone!" He held it just out of your reach, contorting his body to ensure you couldn't grab it out of your hand, as he took in the bewildered look on your face. "What's so important you have to-"

"Georgie, give it to me!" Desperate to get your phone back, you stepped on his bare foot, making him drop the electronic device on the ground. You scrambled to your hands and knees to get it, fumbling it in your hands as you looked at the screen. You had 30 missed calls from Jack, as well as 100s of text messages from both him and Sierra.

"Fuck! Why are you so strong?", George winced, rubbing at his sore foot. "What the big deal? It's just some guy. Its not like he's Jack Harlow or anything." You paused, feeling your pulse press against your jugular with every heartbeat. You tried to stand up, but you couldn't feel your arms or legs, forcing you to stay in your spot, and giving you away immediately.

"Y/N, no. You've gotta be kidding me." George ran a hand against the back of his neck, biting the inside of his cheek with nerves. "You're involved with Jack Harlow? Isn't he supposed to be getting married to that billionaire's daughter or something?"

"They're not in love." You said as you finally got to your feet. You know you didn't sound very convincing, but it was the only piece of the truth you could hang on to, the only thing keeping you afloat right now.

"Do you hear yourself? You sound like a delusional home wrecker", George said in with an incredulous tone.

"That's because I am", you bit back. "I am the other woman. I'm the one he only sees at night, the one who doesn't get any of the perks of being in the spotlight, but gets the brunt of all of the guilt. I am the other woman!" God, it felt good to finally get that off of your chest, to finally admit the truth to someone else but yourself. "But their relationship is fake. They're doing it for the PR, and things have gotten out of hand." You felt your phone buzz in your hand, but you didn't even bother to look down, your gaze focused on your brother.

"That's some shit that he just tells you to keep you around! You're smarter than this, Y/N. I can't believe you'd get caught up in something like this." You could see the fear in his eyes, the discomfort at your confession palpable in the room. "Why can't you see he's lying to you?"

"Because he's not!" The words shot out of your mouth before your brain could catch up, and you weren't even sure you believed them. "He is not lying to me! He loves me! He doesn't love her, he loves me." You punctured your chest with a finger, ignoring the sharp pain.

"Sis...", his facial expression turned to pity, and that enraged you. "If you're in some kind of trouble or something..." You pushed past him to the closet, yanking your bags from the shelf and throwing them on the bed. "I never should have come here. I thought I could trust you, but obviously I was wrong." You frantically stuffed your clothes into the duffels, your mind racing with ideas of where you were going to go. Sierra's place was out of the question; you were still on the outs after you told her everything, your friendship damaged beyond repair. You didn't want to ever see Darien's face again, but you were running out of options. Maybe you can ask just to stay a couple night-

"No, no. You can trust me. I just need to know everything. I need to know how deep you are in this, so that I can help you." You felt his hand on your shoulder, tears immediately beginning to sting in your eyes. You hung your head, your breaths shallow as tears rolled down your cheeks. "I didn't mean for all of this to happen." You wiped your face, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

"We met a year ago at an industry party, he was charming, and I was bored. At the time, I didn't know he was in a relationship with Claire Beckham or I never would have even entertained him. Before I knew it, I was hiding in Jack Harlow's shadow, living in it, relishing in it." You took a breath, choking out sobs. George listened intently to you, his body tensing up as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It wasn't until a couple days ago that I found out that their relationship was a farce. That they were doing it to better her image, and help his career, and somehow I was the leverage in their business agreement."

"Leverage." George repeated, his brow knitted together. "What do you mean?"

"Claire is evil. More evil than you could ever imagine, and she's been collecting evidence of Jack's and my relationship to use for blackmail and keep him in line, something that could ruin my life and my career. She has a tape of us "together." You could hear your brother's breath quicken, his face twisting with anger. "Jack told me everything, and I got scared. I am in over my head, Georgie, and I didn't know what to do or who I can trust. So I ran here to you."

The room was painfully quiet as he stood there watching you, as if he could tell whether or not you were lying by just looking at you. You dipped your head and closed your eyes, your tears falling into your hands. You heard that similar squeak of the chair across the floor as he sat in front of you. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees.

"Listen to me, Y/N." You looked up, wiping the wetness beneath your eyes. "Whatever mess you're in, I'm gonna help you get out of it, okay?" You were the older sister, you were supposed to be the one to protect him when things got tough. You felt defeated and weak, and as much as you wanted George to come to your rescue, you could never ask him to do that for you.

You shook your head. "No, I don't want you involved in this. You have no idea what Claire and her family are capable of. They are connected, wealthy, and there is nothing they won't do to keep their name prominent in the city." Your heart sunk to your stomach. You always knew how powerful her family was, but hearing yourself say it out loud, you realized just how helpless you really were. There was no fighting her and winning. What the hell are you going to do?

You were jogged out of your spiral by George's hand resting on top of yours. "I'm not giving you the option to say no." You felt a rush of relief when he finally gave you the smile you'd been so desperate to see. It was a mirror image of the George you remembered from your childhood: kind eyes, sweet smile with a missing front tooth that he knocked out at a little league game, a childlike sense of wonder and hope.

"Okay." You took in a deep breath, pushing it out through your nostrils. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know yet", George chuckled, and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to laugh as well.

"Before we come up with a plan, I need you to do one thing for me." George reached past you, grabbing your phone. You looked up at him with a confused face.

"I need you to call Jack."

****

You felt physically ill the moment you hung up the phone with Jack. You handed George your phone and stepped onto the back porch, a unobstructed view of the water in front of you, to take a few breaths and get rid of the wave of nausea.

You gave Jack the location to the beach house, and he promised he'd leave the city immediately. He sounded exhausted and distressed, and even though he told you he was just happy to hear your voice, and know you were safe, you couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something from you.

A part of you thought you were just overthinking everything, trying to discern his true intentions instead of taking him at his word, to protect yourself, but another part of you, a nagging in the pit of your stomach, thought your brother was right.

Maybe Jack has been lying to you all this time. He showed you the video that Claire was supposedly using as blackmail, but it could have just as easily been his own video.

He says their relationship is fake, but whenever you see them on social media or in the headlines, they look happy as ever. Is that something you can even truly fake? You've never been capable of faking how much you loved someone, and even with everything that happened with Jack, it seemed impossible to pretend you didn't care about him.

Your mind was reeling, bile daring to creep up your throat. There were so many things that didn't make sense, so many pieces that didn't fit together just right, and maybe it took you taking a step away, both literally and figuratively to see everything for what it really was.

"I always hated the beach."

You jumped, turning on your heels to face the voice that startled you. You didn't even realize how long you'd been standing in the same spot, lost in thought, and you definitely didn't hear Jack walk up behind you.

He was wearing a worn Louisville Cardinals t-shirt, jeans slung low at his hips, New Balance sneakers on his feet, a strong juxtaposition to the character he played when he was with Claire. You could tell he was stressed, habitually running his hand through his curls as he looked at you, the chestnut mop tightly coiled on top of his head. You didn't open your mouth, for fear you'd burst into tears at the first word. His heart broke at the look of sadness in your face, knowing he was the cause of it.

He continued, sinking his feet into the rocks that paved the driveway. "I just never saw the appeal. The sun beating down on you, waves knocking you off your feet, sand in places it doesn't belong." He cracked a small smile, and it made you feel even sicker. He took one step toward you, you took one step back, the railing digging into your lower back.

"Why'd you leave?" His features settled back to that familiar distress he'd been feeling the past couple of days after he found your room empty. "I told you I was going to fix this. I went to Claire and I told her I-"

"Jack just stop." The tears were rolling freely, you were helpless to stop them. "There is no fixing this. Look at where we are right now!" You gestured around you, the quiet surroundings a reminder that you had to drive for hours to find a place you felt safe enough to stop. "I left", you took in a sharp breath, "I left, because I can't do this anymore. She wins, Claire wins. Whatever she has on me, tell her to release it. I don't care anymore."

"No, I'm not gonna let her hurt you anymore."

You shook your head, feeling your legs grow weak. "And what about you? Will you stop hurting me, too?"

The only thing keeping Jack going was the thought that there was an end to all of this, and that when he got to the other side, you'd be there waiting for him. But he could look at you and see that this was more than you could take, and that he didn't deserve a happy ending with you in the future. He dug his nails into his palms, the pain in his chest enough to take his breath away. He didn't want to let you go, but part of fixing this mess was allowing you to walk away.

"I'm going back to Louisville in a couple days to kick off my tour. Its supposed to be a big production, streamed to millions of fans across the world." He let out a humorless laugh. "Claire's idea actually, to increase my exposure right before the wedding." Your breath hitched in your throat. Jack held up a hand, knowing that hearing the word "wedding" made you uneasy. "Don't worry. I don't plan on going through with it. After Claire pulled the pregnancy stunt on national TV, I knew that she was beyond negotiating with, so I recorded our conversation, implicating her part in all of this, admitting that the relationship, engagement and pregnancy, its all lies. I'm gonna broadcast it at the concert, stream it for everyone to see. Millions of people are gonna know the real Claire Beckham."

"Jack, you release that tape, you're also going to implicate yourself. Your career, no, your life! Its over when that gets out. Everything you've worked for will be gone." You wanted this to be over, but you knew that Jack was a victim in this too, even if some of it was his own doing. He'd suffered enough, and losing everything wasn't the fix he thought it was.

"I know, I know." You instinctively moved toward him, bundling his t-shirt in your fists and pulling him close to you, as he wiped the tears off of his face. "I know, but its okay", he whispered with a smile, cupping your cheek in his hand. "I don't see another way out of this, and this needs to end. I need to know I did everything to make sure you're safe and okay, and if leaving my career behind is how I do it, I don't care." He pulled you the rest of the way toward him, wrapping you up tightly in his arms, his familiar scent overwhelming your senses. You missed this; you missed him and his touch.

It wasn't a side of him you got to see often, this kid from the south that he always championed, and that was who your heart broke for through all of this. Not Jack Harlow, the international superstar, the one who signed his life away for a shot of maintaining his fame, but Jack Harlow, the kid from Louisville, KY who knows nothing but drive and passion for the things he wants in life. The one who loves unapologetically, and doesn't compromise his morals for anything. That's the only Jack Harlow you wanted, and the one you deserved.

You were interrupted by the sound of George's footsteps on the gravel. You broke apart from Jack, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater. You didn't want your little brother to see you like this.

George shoved his hands in his back pockets. "What if I told you I had an idea? Something that would get rid of Claire, without you having to give up your career?"

"Jack, this is my brother George." Jack extended his hand out, but George just glanced at it, a clear distain for Jack on his face.

"Just to be clear, the only reason I'm even thinking about helping you is to get my sister out of this mess." Jack nodded, retracting his arm. "Understood."

"C'mon inside, then." George held the door open for both of you. "I'll tell you my plan."

****

You tossed and turned on the bed before settling on your back, Jack's breathing audible as he sat across the room, trying to settle in the uncomfortable kitchen chair. Night had settled on the house, and you kept your distance from each other. You knew it was selfish, but you wanted to be comforted right now.

"Jack, you can come lay on the other side of the bed. I don't mind."

"No, I'm okay here. Thanks." He cleared his throat, pulling his phone from his back pocket. You sat up, letting out an exasperated sigh. "My brother is going to be gone for at least the night. He's not coming back anytime soon." It was going to take some time to execute George's plan, so he offered to go back to your apartment and pack up some of your things so you could stay with him for a while, leaving you and Jack alone.

"It's not that." He pulled at the curls at the back of his neck.

"What is it then?" You were desperate for his touch, to feel his body against yours as you tried to sleep. The last time you remembered having a good nights sleep, that wasn't because exhaustion overtook you, was when you and Jack were together in Louisville months ago, the night before everything fell apart. You weren't sure how many other chances you were going to have with him.

"I know you don't want anything to do with me. After all of this is over, I know we're going our separate ways. You were right, I have been hurting you, and I'm done doing that."

His words knocked the wind out of your chest. You took in a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. "Jack, if I knew there was a way that we could be together after everything that's happened, truly together and happy, standing in the spotlight, I would do anything to have it. But I don't see it. Can you honestly say you do?"

He stood and walked over to your side of the bed, settling next to you. "I don't know. So much has happened, and as desperately as I want your brother's plan to work, I don't know if it will. But I want to try. I love you so damn much, baby. I have for such a long time, and if there's even a small chance that I get to have you in my life, I'll take it." He had a tight grip on your hands, his thumb grazing over your knuckles as he spoke.

You were wrong about one thing. His words did still bring you reassurance. You loved him that damn much, too.

"Kiss me", you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips. He moved with a swiftness, cupping the back of your head as he pulled you in, the first kiss gentle and sweet. You got a taste and were immediately hungry for more, deepening the next kiss, breathless as Jack's tongue roamed your mouth.

Every nerve ending in your body was tingling with excitement as he slipped your sweater off of your shoulders and helped you shed your clothing, only breaking apart when absolutely necessary before crashing lips again. His hands roamed your body, digits pressing into your ribcage as you fumbled with the button of his jeans, pushing them past his hips.

"I've missed this", you moaned out breathlessly as Jack's lips trailed down your neck, his tongue licking the line of your collarbone before moving to your breasts. He helped you remove your bra, forcefully pulling the straps down your arms, and latching onto your nipple, your hand finding the back of his head, pulling at his curls with each pleasurable flick of his tongue.

Each moment of foreplay had you desperate for him to fuck you, your wetness pooling in your panties as Jack took his time with you, worshiping each inch of your body with his mouth.

"I'm never letting you go again", he muttered against your skin, his lips hovering over your covered pussy. You felt his teeth gently graze dangerously close to your clit, the sensitive bud twitching with anticipation. You were so desperate, even his hot breaths against your body were turning you on.

"Take them off, take them off", you ordered when you couldn't take it anymore. Jack chuckled, sliding your panties down past your knees, tossing the lingerie across the bed.

"I meant your boxers", you whispered out, reaching out for Jack, your fingertips touching his lower stomach. "Easy, baby." He held your hands pinned to your stomach with one hand while he used the other to spring his cock free from his underwear, the tip leaking with precum. He slowly stroked the head as you opened your legs to him, your wetness glistening in the light. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", was all he could repeat underneath his breath as he dragged his cock through your folds, taking his time to circle around your clit, your heightened senses almost sending you over the edge.

He had every intention on teasing you, drawing out your pleasure, but as soon as he lined up with your entrance, he sunk into you with a single breath, his body just as desperate to feel your cushiony walls around his member.

Your body writhed beneath him, rutting your hips against his pelvis for some stimulation, as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth into you, stroking your g-spot with each movement.

"Keep doing that, fuck, don't stop", you instructed, his cock kissing against your cervix with each stroke. Once you'd gotten used to the pace, your chest rising and falling in tandem with his, he increased his pace, collapsing his body weight on top of you, his forearms framing your face. "So beautiful, my beautiful baby", he praised you in between kisses to your jawline, your face contorted with pleasure as he used his thumb to press against your clit, your legs shaking from fatigue and overstimulation.

"Jack, I-I can't", you were so close to your orgasm within minutes, but you didn't want it to be over, desperate for your release but trying to stave it off at the same time. "Take what you need, baby. I'm not going anywhere." With weeks of pent up sexual frustration, Jack aimed on making you cum over and over again, until you couldn't anymore. You buried your face against his shoulder as he set a relentless pace, pounding you into the mattress.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum", you bit your teeth into his skin, your nails dragging along his back as you orgasmed around his cock, your pelvic muscles pulling him deeper and deeper into your pussy as you came, Jack panting in your ear as he was close to his own release.

"Do it again", he grunted out, and you were so lost in pleasure you couldn't object, your body submitting to him as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of you.

"I can't do it again", you whined out. The moans and cries rolling off your tongue drove Jack wild, and you could feel his hips start to stutter against your body. You grabbed his face in your hands, placing kisses on his nose as his pace started to slow. "Are you close?", his gaze was dropped to focus, but he frantically shook his head, unable to form a coherent sentence, the only thing coming out of his mouth a guttral moan.

You rolled your hips in circles as he continued to fuck you, and within seconds he was cuming, emptying his release into you. You felt a warmth as he filled you up, slowly pulling out of you and pushing his cum repeatedly into you, his breaths heavy as he watched his actions. You shivered as you fell it run down the side of your inner thigh onto the bed.

He could barely focus, rolling off to the side as you both came down from your highs, his eyes shut tight. You tucked into his side, stroking his beard, your arm draped over his stomach.

"Jack, I don't care what happens tomorrow, with Claire, or anything else. I love you and I want to be with you, through everything." You pressed a kiss to his beard, drawing lazy circles on his side. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you, tears brimming in his lashes. "Are you sure?"

You gave him a small smile, pressing another kiss to his jawline.

"I've never been more sure of anything."

****

You felt the warm sun on your face, the sound of seagulls mewing just out of the window as your started to wake. You felt around you before opening your eyes, Jack still in the same place he was before you fell asleep last night, his arms tightly wrapped around your naked form. You didn't want this moment to end, so you pulled Jack's arm tighter around you, and willed yourself to go back to sleep. He let out a lazy hum as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head before settling again.

You were drifting off when you heard the sound of your phone pinging. You ignored it the first time, but the second time, it caught your attention as you came back to reality and realized it might be George. You sat up, wrapped the sheet tightly around your torso and grabbed it off of the nightstand, your mouth falling open as you read your notifications. Jack peeked one eye open at the disruptance, rubbing a hand over his face with a sigh before turning to fully look at you. "What's wrong?"

"Georgie got an "in" earlier than he thought he would. The first part of the plan is happening now."

****

George paused at the entrance of the building to let a group of executives walk past, the sound of the bustling city quieting behind him as the door shut. He took in the expansive lobby, rumblings of conversations happening around him as he strolled to the front desk, plastering a smile on his face as he made contact with the attendant.

"Hi, can I help you?" George could smell the coffee on her breath as he leaned forward, trying to be as charming as possible. The young woman blushed, averting eye contact with him. "Yes, first of all good morning."

She smiled, returning the greeting. "Is there something I can help you with, Mr-"

"Oh, Mr. Y/L/N."

Shock hit her features as she realized she recognized him. "George Y/L/N?" she disappeared under her desk for a second, returning with a copy of one of his books. "I've read this book cover to cover so many times, I'm such a big fan. Would you mind signing it for me?" She hesitantly held out a pen, a pink one with a fuzzy ball at the top, which George happily accepted.

"Anything for a fan." He scribbled his signature across the first page before handing both the pen and book back to her.

"I'm hoping you can help me with something- Sarah", he narrowed his eyes as he read her nameplate.

"Anything for a famous author", her cheeky smile made him chuckle. "Great. I have an appointment, but I'm afraid I'm a little bit lost in this huge building." He flipped through his notebook, pretending to look for a name and contact information.

"Look at me, I'm supposed to be this famous author, here to do a piece on someone for the New York Times, and I can't even find her office." He gave Sarah a wink, and she practically melted into a puddle in front of him.

"I'm sure I can help you out. What's her name?" Sarah turned to the directory on her computer.

"Claire Beckham." George cleared his throat, adjusting the tie at his neck. "I'm here to see Claire Beckham."

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sonic characters playing minecraft headcanons bc i cant sleep:

-tails is a huge redstoner. he builds giant farms for everyone on the server to use and also has a tendency to be responsible for most of the server's lag. in their umiverse tails is the one to invent wireless redstone

-tails also likes building house exteriors while amy builds the interiors. they work on a lot of projects together

-amy also runs a business making interiors because shes known to be the best at it on the server

-amy runs a shop selling mob loot because she loves killing things. she's also a master pvper and everyone fears her so you know no one would dare steal from her. she kills withers on the regular and makes bank off the nether stars

-she's also very skilled at using both the axe and the sword, but not as good at ranged weapons.

-sonic is an explorer and likes mods that allow for gear that makes him faster and increases his step height. mountain biomes are the bane of his existance in vanilla

-sonic used to live in tails' house but he would ruin his item sorter system all the time so he asked sonic to get his own storage. sonic now lives in a hole under tails' house

-sonic's a big potion user. he likes speed potions + water breathing / night vision potions for dealing with water stuff. he's soooo brave about it. he forced himself to take on a water temple because he couldnt stand the idea of there being an enemy he couldnt defeat. being underwater makes him sick tho

-knuckles is a miner and his house is a series of tunnels that blends into his mine. he also likes building things mainly with stone materials. he takes inspiration from irl angel island.

-rouge is a big flyer. shes possibly the best elytra user on the server

-rouge collects all the gems in the game and stacks them in shulker boxes in a vault nobody on the server has found yet. she does randomly flex by taking them out and showing them off. she'll go up to knuckles and just place a shulker box full of diamond blocks in front of him to taunt him, then quickly grab it and fly away.

-rouge doesn't mine so much as she'll trade or steal. she mainly steals from knuckles tho just to mess with him. knuckles always gets confused where his stuff has gone and still hasnt figured out rouge is the one taking it.

-rouge will also trade random missions for gems. these missions will often consist of helping with playing pranks on other members of the server.

-cream runs a flower and dye "shop" where she has super cheap prices, but half the time she will just give people flowers as gifts. everyone returns the favor with much more valuable items to make her happy but it technically doesn't count as selling/buying because cream never asks for anything in return. she does like receiving gifts tho

-big is always on the server, fishing. little do they know big is actually physically in the minecraft world. he doesnt know how he got there but he's vibin

-knuckles is very into minecraft lore. he likes exploring to learn more about the world and he likes finding old ruins. while sonic is also an explorer it's not too often they'll actually team up unless theyre specifically going to fight a difficult enemy. usually they prefer to go solo

-when time came to fight the ender dragon everyone showed up (except cream because she didn't think the dragon is evil and didnt want to kill it). shadow, sonic, and knuckles were all fighting for the final hit on the dragon. shadow got the hit but sonic stole the egg before anyone else could. he's hiding it in the hole under tails' house. rouge has her sights set on that thing and will figure out where it is any moment now. she just has to wait for tails to leave the house so she can search without being seen or heard

-shadow was the first on the server to get the achievement for collecting all the cats

-shadow is also a pretty good builder and he lives in a nice house with his cats. he has the most maxed out armor on the server

-tails has a solo world as well where he runs like 1000 mods that nobody else's computer could handle. i thought this was important to mention

-sonic likes to collect heads. both mob heads and player heads. he has 20 knuckles heads and 13 shadow ones but he could not get a tails one until tails donated one himself to the collection.

#sonic #sth #sonic the hedgehog #minecraft #donk post #donk text #this is what i got atm. im gonna try to sleep again

[crushedsweets]

Heeeeey, it’s your favorite anon. I was wondering, what are the different factions in your headcanon and who is apart of which factions?

- Your favorite Anon

omfg i posted this w/o text accidentally lets pray nobody saw that. ANYWAY

there isn't exactly 'factions' for my au, but i cranked out this shitty little map for this ask LOL and i do have things to say abt it

the parts that get darker means its higher elevation!

kates mine is where slenderman and the operators combined body resided for thousands of years, a ton of different minerals (but especially coal) forming around his entity until he separated. he started like...creaking awake.... when the mine was created during the industrial revolution. the reason kate resides where he 'woke up' is cuz she was the operators first victim and slendermans first proxy upon them tearing in half. . .

the abandoned hospital was abandoned around the same time the mine was, since everyone kept experiencing 'slender sickness'. . . they blamed it on the mines and some gas leak or something they couldn't figure out. the entire forest started to be deemed some sort of biohazard for a long while because of it.

the cabins were just little things littered about over the centuries, abandoned and the sort. the abandoned farmhouse is where clocky stayed in the earlier half of her """operator recovery""", and where jeff often went undercover

the railroad was also made during the industrial revolution to reach the mines and hospital, but it was forcefully collapsed after the forest was deemed a biohazard and blocked off before the farm area.

the big farm is where an old family has lived for generations, and they let the proxies (mostly toby and kate) get some work done for some low pay, resources, etc, since brian and tim have other jobs (carpentry and trucking, respectively)

south to this is a tiny itty bitty little town, very old and traditional type . . .

even more-south is where it grows into the city. the railroad does run towards this, which is how most of the creeps make their way around for.. creepy business nina, jane, liu, etc (in general the non-killer creeps) are in the cities. proxies are mostly in the forest/farm area, and any sort of paranormal/cryptid thing is stuck in the forest.

hope this makes sense...feel free to ask more questions i kinda just rambled mindlessly

#creeped #hcs #creepypasta au #asks #my favorite anon #ive been forgetting to tag my anons LOL

[composeregg]

disclaimer: I am a volunteer for the OTW. I am speaking for myself, not on behalf of the organization, anything expressed here is my own. I may be wrong about some things, I'm very much not involved in any of this as part of my work. Additionally, I haven't run this by anyone else in the org, so take that as you will. I'm just a person, hoping to reassure other people, fans like myself.

A few people have come to me asking questions about this, and asking clarification already, so I just.... Want to reassure everyone. A lot of people follow me and know I volunteer, even if I don't talk about it much.

No, Ao3/OTW is not endorsing AI. Scraping is not being allowed or encouraged (you can, in fact, see here in this link, the code of Ao3 disallowing scraping). There is only so much the organization can do to prevent this. If you set your works to logged-in users only, it does somewhat give more protections. Data miners are very proactive, and prevention measures can only do so much. After the data is harvested, with or without consent, it is that much harder to pry back and out of those hands.

Many, MANY people are panicking. They saw an excerpt of an interview in this week's OTW Signal news roundup. This interview was from someone on the legal team of the OTW. She was speaking not for the organization, but as someone with credentials in the fields being discussed. Much of this has been misinterpreted and relayed second-hand. It was a conversation primarily about trademarks and AI.

I don't know the course the OTW is going to take regarding AI with the law, myself. That's not my field whatsoever. I can say, how would we even have the TIME or ABILITY to "develop an AI to be integrated with AO3" as some people speculate? It took our volunteer coders years to work out a block/mute function and get it from idea through testing to implementation.

The OTW does not want to just feed everyone's fanfic into AI. The organization may end up taking a middle-ground stance on the legality of AI and AI-generated creations. I don't think that Disney would care much for the distinction between "This is an AI generated item infringing on our trademark, remove it" versus "This is a fan-made item infringing on our trademark, remove it." The legality of AI versus fan creations is a very tricky topic, and from my understanding, that was the focus of the interview and what was being discussed (along with some other ideas).

Protecting the right to fanfiction and fan creations existing is the primary goal, and navigating new, emerging technologies that could find similar arguments, whether or not people at the org agree with them, means they may end up protecting them somewhat. This is not a betrayal of fandom. Every volunteer is an individual, and opinions within the org are all over the place, but we are all fans as well, and we don't want random bots just lifting all our fics and creations without any say-so either.

The topic of AI is a landmine right now, and I do think it was insensitive and ignorant of the current fandom/political sphere to highlight something like that interview, especially in the way it was done. It immediately led to panic, distrust in the org, and people spinning off numerous infeasible ideas because they simply do not have information, and hear rumors or don't parse a conversation about legalese well (I know I had trouble with it! A lot of my understanding comes from reading discussion about it myself). Nuance is important, as is the fact that nothing is ever published or discussed in a vacuum.

I don't blame anyone for having misinformation, I get it. It can be hard to find correct info. Transparency is something the org is not always great at (it's being worked on! Everyone is aware it's an issue! We are just very,,,,, very slow at implementing changes, as a volunteer-run organization). Time is the OTW's most valuable resource, and we are constantly, constantly in demand and in need of more time and manpower. It can make communications difficult, and very stressing.

The OTW is a non-profit, it is not selling any data. It does not want to sell your data. The money it makes is solely from donations. There is not going to be any selling to AI, there is not going to be any attempt to implement AI for the OTW itself.

Honestly, beyond that, I'm super not qualified to talk about the legal aspects of everything in the article/interview. I don't know all the inner workings of the org, I don't know all the thoughts and opinions and legal stances. I don't even know all the nuances of AI legal issues myself. I just know that I don't think it can replace creativity, and that it could be a fascinating tool in a better world (but I do not trust how it could be used here and now).

I hope this helps anyone who sees it. I hope that this is a reassurance, and that maybe it will help people feel better. I know panic is a powerful force, and I know there is a great distrust in any organization even mentioning AI (usually for valid reasons!). I know information can be hard to find, and legal discussions hard to read, I've been there with the org myself.

But the OTW is a group of people trying their best to make sure that fandom has protections. There are like, a thousand of us or something. Not all of us are going to agree on everything, but we all agree fans deserve a space to create and have those creations protected. One of the inciting incidents of its founding was a hatred of the idea of some company trying to profit off of fanworks with complete disregard for the fans themselves.

The OTW was founded to prevent fans from being taken advantage of, and to protect fandom's right to exist. It is never going to betray that core tenet. Partially because we're all fans ourselves and have a vested interest in keeping it that way, but additionally: This organization is nothing without its volunteers, and if someone high up on the board or something genuinely tried, we would know and we would make ourselves known.

(Just look into the Board Election of 2015!)

#otw #organization for transformative works #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 discourse #egg speaks #ao3 blogging #otw blogging #I will turn off reblogs if people try to start shit #also if staff tells me I fucked up then like. I will delete this tbc #I just. want to say something. I'm just some person #but I don't want other people to feel like they need to panic #or be afraid #or take down their works #also this feels repetitive but yolo

[howi99]

A Qrow's nest prologue 5

Glynda: THEY USE KIDS AS CHEAP LABOR!?

Qrow: *sigh* Sadly they don't force them into servitude, in that case we could have busted the whole operation. With what they are doing, the best we can expect is maybe a fine. And even then, with how dependent people are to dust, the SDC will probably be unscathed.

Glynda: *looking at Qrow* You can't expect me to not try to do something!?

Qrow: *shake his head* I'm not saying that. The kids are free to go, they don't have any contract with the company. The problem comes that they are orphans and have nowhere to go. And being in mistral...

Glynda: What are you planning then? Do you have a solution?

Qrow: *wincing* I do but... Well, how much can Ozpin lend to us?

Glynda: ... Qrow, what's your idea?

Qrow: *looking at Cinder, who is still marveling at all her new clothes* You know how i used my sister as at gateway to escape Atlas?

Glynda: You want to bring them to Patch? I guess the orphanage there are a lot better but-

Qrow: Eeeeeh, i was thinking more about Menagerie.

Glynda:... Why?

Qrow: *scratching the back of his head* The orphanage is already full in patch and beside, there's no better place to send a bunch of kid faunus, right? The white fang should take good care of them.

Glynda: And the money is to help them feed the kids since you know Menagerie has a shortage of food. *Sitting on her chair* what about the grimms? What did you saw when you fl- *look at cinder from the side* when you scouted the place?

Qrow: *groan* Theirs around a hundred gatherings near the forest. We might get an attack in around a week or-

*Qrow's scroll vibrate*

Qrow: *looking at his scroll* Fuck.

Glynda: What happened?

Qrow: I asked a kid, Sienna, to give me information if anything wrong were to happen in the mine. Apparently a tunnel just collapsed with some of the kids inside. The guards don't want to risk more damage and are blocking the miner from trying to re-open the tunnel back.

Glynda: *Getting up as fast as she can* I'm coming with you.

Qrow: *nodding* Your semblance could help a lot.

Cinder: *looking at them both* Can i come with you?

Qrow: *kneeling at her height* Sorry kid, but you'll have to guard our stuff here, aight? It shouldn't be too long, believe me.

Cinder: But-

Glynda: *serious* No but Cinder, life are on the line and we can't risk you getting hurt.

Cinder: *looking down* Ok....

Qrow and Glynda: *leave the apartment in a hurry*

Cinder: ... *Sees harbinger on the table* Wait, He forgot his weapon here? Oh no! He needs it if things go wrong! *Take Qrow's weapon and follow Qrow and Glynda*

#rwby #rwby au #a Qrow's nest au #qrow branwen #glynda goodwitch #cinder fall

[charyou-tree]

Another rock show, another great find!

My wife and I drove to the other side of town for another rock and mineral club’s show, and I feel like I stole the stuff I came home with. First, while my wife and I were browsing a display of jewelry with cut stones, the woman running the stand commented on my opal necklace. She looked more than a little surprised when I told her I cut the stone myself, using a diamond-grit knife sharpening block of all things. I could only say "I know that's the wrong way to do that, but I wasn't going to buy a $500 cutting wheel to do one stone!" (it was a lockdown project)

Chatted for a while with another dealer about his small display of unusual faceted stones. He had this one enormous almost 40 carat faceted peridot bigger than my thumbnail. I didn't know they came that big! I don't even want to know what he'd ask for that... But he was so nice and spent so long talking to us, I felt like I should buy something. He had this cute little pink tourmaline crystal for only $14 so I grabbed that to say thanks.

But the real show was still to come.

I had my eye on a bright mint green dioptase specimen another dealer had, but it was a couple hundred bucks, and I didn't really want to spend that much on a rock. While I was mulling that over, I saw a dealer I’ve seen before at a couple other local mineral shows was back with his amazing stock of Ethiopian opals. He had a couple giant pieces of amazingly clear crystal opal the size of my fist sitting in a bowl of water. I turned them over to get a look at the play of color, but I was afraid to pick them up and maybe drop a multi-thousand dollar rock.

However, he also had trays of smaller pieces sorted by price per carat. It was like a box of bifrost shrapnel, glittering in overlapping rainbow colors under the bright lights in his booth (very important when you're selling opal!). One particular piece caught my eye, but I was afraid to ask what he wanted for it, last time I tried that with one of his pieces it was >$300 and I had to put it back :( . When he told me that this beautiful crystal opal was only $62 I had to have it.

Like, sure, it has a couple cracks in it and its a funny shape, but I'm not going to cut it so who cares? LOOK AT THOSE OVERLAPPING LAYERS OF RAINBOW IRIDESCENCE! I turn it around at the end of the video because that same side of the stone is blue, green, yellow, or even red depending how you look at it and how the light is oriented. Sometimes you can see multiple colors through each other. Its doing what I associate with good opals, and completely saturating the red/green/blue pixels of my phone camera when the play of color is lined up right.

This is the opal specimen I've been looking for. This is why I love going to rock shows, some of this stuff has to be seen in person to be appreciated. Photos are nice, videos are better, but opals need to be seen to be believed. Those colors are unreal bright.

#rocks #minerals #mineral specimen #opal #crystal opal #Ethiopian opal #tourmaline #mineral collection #iridescence

[lordgrimwing]

Friends and Family #09

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

“Everybody,” Maedhros’ voice echoed through the cave. “Be quiet.”

Maglor put a hand over Caranthir’s mouth to muffle his whimpering. Fingon hushed the cousins nearest him, scooping sobbing Utrass up in his arms. Celegorm, bleeding from several scrapes courtesy of tumbling down the cliff the rest of them climbed down, held the old mining helmet aloft and tried to ignite the carbide lamp again. Everyone heard the fruitless clicking of the sparker. 

“We’re going to be fine,” Maedhros continued now that he had their attention. 

Six sets of eyes blinked at him in the dark, waiting. Caranthir sniffled again.

“Uncle Fingolfin knows where we went. If we can’t get out, the adults will come looking for us in a few hours. But–” He said, knowing Celegorm and Turgon opened their mouths to object to waiting for rescue– “we’ll get ourselves out before that happens. We didn’t go very far, and Maglor, Fingon, and I’ve all been down here on our own. Celegorm and Turgon, you two need to help us keep the littluns safe so we all stay together.”

“I’m not little!” Curufin objected. This was quickly followed by a thud as he tripped over something and fell.

“I got him!” Eiliaduin assured everyone.

“Thanks,” Maglor said, reaching out blindly with his free hand until he felt someone’s head.

Aredhel screamed. Everyone flinched.

He grabbed her arm. “It’s just me.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Maedhros sighed, long-suffering and already weary. “We’re all going to hold hands and go back the way we came.”

“What about the ledge we came down?” Turgon asked. The darkness did nothing to hide his worry. “I can’t climb back up in the dark.”

“Me neither,” Maglor admitted. He was still horribly short in his mind. Even Fingon was taller than him now, and he was 2 years younger. 

“I’ll help everyone get up,” Maedhros said. “Now, come toward my voice and find a hand to grab.”

With a fair amount of shuffling and bumping and narrowly avoiding falls, they came together. Maglor, Fingon, Turgon, and Celegorm caught hold of the younger cousins’ hands, helping everyone join into a line behind the oldest. Maedhros called off everyone’s name to make sure they were all accounted for, then started shuffling slowly forward.

It was rough at first, but with a little trial and error (and Celegorm telling Caranthir to stop stepping on his feet, which the slightly younger boy insisted he was not doing on purpose) they fell into a rhythm. Maedhros described where they should be at regular intervals, warning when the passage sloped down or up again or the ceiling closed in low enough that they had to crawl awkwardly onward.

Before long—though it felt like an eternity to Maglor, blindly following everyone else from his spot in the back of the line—they arrived in the cavern with the dripping stalactites. Splashing through the shallow pool of mineral-rich water, they found the way forward blocked by a rough wall. 

Maedhros felt his way along the stone, fingers searching for the opening they all slipped through earlier. He found it, a smooth hole at shoulder height, just as he began to worry that he wouldn’t be able to or that he’d accidentally led them into a different part of the cave. Relieved, knowing that it was just a bit further now before they’d see daylight, he said, “We’re almost there everyone. This is the last hard part.”

A cheer went up as they all gathered around him, eager to get out.

“Fingon?” He asked when things quieted down. “You go first and help everyone get reconnected up there. There’s a couple side passages up there, and I don’t want anyone to wander off.”

“Right,” Fingon agreed. “Can someone take Utrass?”

After handing the slightly calmer five-year-old off to Turgon, Maedhros hoisted him up and he scrambled into the mouth of the tunnel. 

“I’m ready,” He said.

Maedhros called for another cousin. 

Soon, Maglor was the last one waiting. He reached out for his brother’s hands. They were rough and strong against his own, confident as they cupped together, forming a step for his muddy foot. Maedhros helped him get up into the trees for years like this when the branches were too high for him to reach on his own. If he was climbing the tree to look for fruits or nuts, he always made sure to find a few extra just for Maedhros. He laughed a little at the bright memory.

“What?” His brother asked.

“I just thought about climbing trees.”

Maedhros chuckled under his breath. A private sound, just for the two of them. “I wish there were plums at the end of this.”

“Aunt Anairë brought lots of jams. Maybe she has plum.” 

In the dark, Maedhros grinned. “We’ll have to ask when we get back.”

With that, he lifted him up.

Maglor climbed over the edge, surprised by the relief he suddenly felt at making it out of the deep dark in the cavern. While it wasn’t much, he could just make out the tracest, tiniest hit of light here. It wasn’t visible from below, but now he could see Fingon’s vague silhouette.

“Come on up, Mae,” His cousin said, gesturing Maglor a few feet up the tunnel so there was plenty of room.  

Maedhros reached over the ledge. There wasn’t anything for him to grab onto, and though he jumped and tried to find a purchase for his feet against the stone, he couldn’t get enough leverage to climb up. He landed in the puddle with a splash and frustrated grunt after every try.

“Is he stuck?” Eiliaduin asked, trying to look back at what was happening from her new spot between Celegorm and Caranthir.

“No,” Maedhros insisted. “I’m not stuck.”

He jumped again.

“Wait,” Maglor said after the inevitable splash. “Grab Fingon and my hands this time.”

“I don’t want to pull you back down,” Maedhros worried.

“You won’t!” Fingon quickly interjected. To Maglor he said, “Sit down and press your feet against the wall.”

When they were wedged tightly into place, they asked him to try one more time. He did, and, grunting and straining, they managed to pull him up. The children clapped and the three of them fell together in a pile of relief and exhaustion. Maedhros hugged them both.

After a moment’s reprieve, they stood up and started the last leg of the journey out of the caves.

#avoid spelunking in these mountians #this really could have gone worse for them #carbide lamps are cool #but won't protect you in the caves #maedhrosmaglorweek #day 2: trust/distrust #spelunking #maglor #maedhros #fingon #turgon #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #aredhel #anaire's kids #the silmarillion #old gods au #grimwing writes

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Officer Cooper

by Brock Archer

Sirens screamed, lights flashed, police cars descended on the Eisenstadt house across the street, and cops swarmed all over the neighborhood.

I had just returned from my workout at the gym, still soaking in sweat. Usually, I shower at the gym, get dressed and go straight to work from there. I love to soak in the eye candy in the showers, and sometimes I even manage to get a blow job there. Once, I even fucked a guy in the steam room while four other guys stood lookout. I love public sex. That Friday morning, though, when I finished my workout I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my wallet, so I had to go back home to retrieve it.

I didn’t have to be at work until 10:00 that day, so when I got home, I grabbed a cold mineral water from the fridge and plopped down on the reclining sofa to watch some porn. I figured I might as well jerk off before taking a shower and heading out. I have my laptop hooked up to the TV so I can watch all the hot action on the 60” screen. I picked one of those Websites that shows short clips and automatically rolls over to the next one and stroked my cock through four or five videos when the storm hit.

When I heard the sirens, naturally I stepped to the window to see what was going on, and I wasn’t alone. My neighbors all up and down the street were stepping onto their lawns to see what all the commotion was about. Still clad in my sweaty tank top and gym shorts, I walked to the curb and, looking left and right, discovered that the street was blocked off in both directions. What the fuck? How am I gonna get to work?

I approached one of the platoon of cops blocking off the area around the Eisenstadt house to ask if I could get through the blockade to go to work.

“I wouldn’t count on it, sir,” said the handsome officer as he sized me up, lingering on my crotch. Oh, shit. I was still semi-hard from watching that porn and stroking my cock. Momentarily, he suggested that I go back home and call my employer to let them know that I would be detained for a while, possibly even for several hours. When I inquired as to what was going on, he simply said, “Go home, sir. Go home.” Now, I’m a reasonably big guy and well muscled, but he was bigger, and he had a billy club and a gun, so I did as I was told.

I called my boss at Costco to let him know that I would be late, and he was very understanding. Anyone who has ever been to a Costco knows that many of the men who work there are really jacked, and I’m no exception. We have to be strong to help customers load large items like appliances into their pickup trucks. And I had played sports all through high school and maintained my muscles through regular trips to the gym, so I was pretty hot if I do say so myself.

The porn flicks were still running on the big TV, so I watched a few more clips and headed for the shower. As I soaped my body, I lathered up my cock real good. I didn’t exactly pump it; I just played with it a little, but between that and the porn, I was rock hard. As soon as I turned off the water and reached for my towel, I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist and scurried to the door, still dripping wet and still sporting at least half a boner.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered that same very handsome cop standing on my doorstep with the name Cooper sewn into a label above one of his pockets. He sized me up as he had done before, lingering a second or two longer on the bulge in my towel, before he finally spoke. “Is there anyone else in the house with you right now?”

“No, I’m alone,” I replied.

“You live alone in this big house? Forgive me sir, but you seem a bit young.”

“I’m 19,” I said, feeling just a tad put down. “I live with my dad, but he’s on deployment in the Middle East right now.”

“I see,” he said, not really varying the skeptical tone in his voice. “Would you mind if I come in and have a look around?”

“Do you have a warrant?” I snapped, getting a little annoyed with his attitude.

“No sir, but we have a dangerous situation here, and I really think it would good for your own protection if I had a look.”

“Dangerous?” I asked. “What’s going on? Are the Eisenstadts OK?”

“Your neighbors had a break-in last night, and we suspect that the intruders are the same ones who are responsible for several other burglaries in the city,” he explained. “The Eisenstadts seem to be OK, but some of the other victims have not been so lucky.”

For several seconds, I stood frozen in disbelief.

 “Sir, may I?”

Looking over his shoulder, I could see that other officers had fanned out to talk to my other neighbors up and down the street.

“Oh, yes, officer, of course. Come in…please.”

I opened the door to let him in, but still somewhat stunned, I failed to step back far enough, so as he entered, he brushed up against my body. A tingling, erotic sensation shot through me as the thick hairs on his forearm tickled my bare arm and his upper arm scraped across one of my nipples. Attitude or not, this dude was fucking hot.

We live in a mixed neighborhood, mostly middle class, from lower to upper. The Eisenstadt house is a McMansion: 5 en-suites, a game room, home theater, resort-style pool, and so much more. Mr. Eisenstadt owns several jewelry stores, and I had to wonder if the burglars thought they might find some merchandise at his home.

The house I share with my dad is much more modest—a 3 bedroom, 2 bath ranch. We also have a pool, but it’s nothing compared to the Eisenstadts’. It’s not luxurious, but it’s home, and I’m grateful for it.

I trailed behind Officer Cooper like a puppy as he walked through the house, checking for possible criminals hiding out. When we got back to the living room, it suddenly hit me that I had left the videos running on the big screen TV. I had originally picked a video that featured hot jocks having an orgy in the locker room, but the video that was now playing showed leather guys gangbanging their boy in their dungeon. I quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, but not before Officer Cooper got a good look at the screen…and again at my crotch, which had already started to balloon again. I muttered something akin to an apology, but I realized that I was just making a fool of myself. Hell, man. I’m 19. It’s my fucking house, and I have a right to watch porn if I want to, so fuck off. But instead of sounding like a man asserting his rights, I’m sure I came across like a blithering idiot.

Officer Cooper just flashed a dry smile and said he would like to ask me some questions if I didn’t mind. I sat down on the sofa and spread my legs as I often do before I realized that I might be exposing my junk to this stranger, so I quickly snapped my knees together. I offered the cop a seat, but he chose to remain standing, which meant that I was pretty much eye-to-eye with his crotch, which bulged out considerably from the pressure of his gun belt strapped across his lower abdomen.

“So, it’s just you and your dad here?” he asked. I explained that my parents had divorced when I was 14, and since I had already started high school here, I didn’t want to move across town with my mother. Frankly, I have always gotten along much better with my dad than with my mom anyway, but I didn’t tell him that.

“How well do you know the Eisenstadts?” he asked. “Did you observe any unusual activity in the neighborhood this morning? Have you seen any strangers around here lately?”

I answered each question in turn. “Not well. I see them coming and going, but I don’t really know them. No, I didn’t observe anything unusual. Strangers? Well, yeah, but that’s not unusual.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

I explained that I see handsome young men coming and going at the Eisenstadt house all the time. All the neighbors have taken note of it. Some have speculated that Mrs. Eisenstadt is entertaining them for her pleasure. Others have suggested that they are there for Mr. Eisenstadt’s benefit, but I don’t really know. “All I know is that they all look really hot.” Oh, my god! I didn’t really say that to this cop, did I? Oh shit!

“Hot?” he asked in that official droning voice.

“Oh,” I stammered, “I just mean that they look very handsome and well built…like the guys I see at the gym.”

“Like you,” he interjected. It wasn’t a question.

Caught off guard by that comment, I continued to humiliate myself in his commanding presence.

“Have you ever spoken to any of these young men?”

“Oh, sure,” I confirmed, a bit too quickly. “I mean, sometimes I pass them when I’m out for a run, and I just say hi. Just being neighborly, you know.”

“Of course,” he replied, but I could tell by the look on his face that he read more into my answer than I really wanted to reveal. I’m just thankful that he ended the inquisition there and didn’t ask me if I had ever invited any of the young men over to my house because the truth is that I have done that more than once. Their balls are usually pretty drained by the time they leave that house, but that doesn’t matter because I’ve always got plenty of juice to share. In case you haven’t figured out by now, I’m a total top. I don’t care if they can’t get it up because I can always get mine up, and all I want is their ass anyway.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Officer Cooper said as he headed for the door, but before leaving, he turned, thanked me for my cooperation, and said that he might have more questions later.

I must admit that I had mixed feelings about the prospect of seeing him again. On the one hand, who wouldn’t want to see him again? He was practically a god—about 10 years older than me, I would guess, about 6’2” compared to my 5’10”, thick black hair on his head and arms and, I speculated, all over his chest as well. Even against his dark complexion, his mahogany eyes stuck out like my dick did when I first saw him. I’m jacked, but he was even more so: broad shoulders and chest and thick biceps that strained against the stretchy fabric of his police uniform, which also accentuated the most beautiful bubble butt I’d ever seen. I love a man in a uniform. I always thought my dad looked super hot in his army uniform, but this stud was scorching.

On the other hand, if I were to see him again, how would I react? Would I be my usual confident—some might say cocky—self, or would I melt and make a complete fool of myself again?

The second that I closed the door behind him, I went straight back to the couch and turned the porn back on, but this time, I selected a video featuring cops. None of the porn actors was as sexy as Officer Cooper, so as I watched the uniformed officers fuck away on the screen, I imagined that it was Officer Cooper in the center of the action…with me, of course. In no time at all, I was jizzing all over myself. I don’t make a habit of eating my own man chowder, but when it just happens to land in my mouth, what the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Time to take another shower.

It was nearly 2:00 p.m. when the cops began to disperse and open up the blockade, so I went to work. I really love my job. The pay and benefits are good, and I find the physicality of the work invigorating. It augments my gym workouts. Besides, I like getting hit on by the customers, quite a few of whom I have subsequently made “deliveries” to.

Because I had gotten in late, I chose to stay later than usual. My boss told me that I didn’t have to, but I felt that I owed it to the company to put in a full day’s work. Consequently, it was after 9:00 when I clocked out. I had been horny all day thinking about Officer Cooper and fantasizing about him with me in one of those porn flicks, so I decided to stop in at a video arcade before heading home. I was hoping to find a cute young sub to fuck real good, and there were several there who were eager to ride my big cock, but none of them really appealed to me. Just when I was about to give up, in walked a man who caught my attention. He wasn’t a twink at all…just the opposite. Dressed in a business suit and tie, he was at least as old as my dad—something that doesn’t usually appeal to me—but there was something about him that reminded me of Officer Cooper.

I followed him as he strolled past the private booths in the arcade, hoping he would enter one and leave the door unlocked for me to join him. Instead he walked out of that part of the store. I thought he was gone, but he stopped at the checkout counter and handed the clerk a $20 bill. I realized then that he was purchasing a ticket for the theater. I resolved then and there to buy a ticket myself and try again to seduce him. As he passed me, though, on his way to the theater, he smiled and, without saying a word, handed me a ticket. The sign on the door said “Admission $10.” He had bought two tickets, one for himself and one for me.

Inside the theater, I lost him for a brief moment as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I stumbled down the aisles, bumping into several men and getting groped by most of them before I spotted him standing in a corner, half a dozen other men circling around him. When he saw me looking in his direction, he gave me an ever-so-slight nod that said, “Come here, stud.” As I approached, the predators dispersed and made an opening for me.

Without saying a word, I grabbed him and pulled him into me, assaulting his mouth with my tongue. I was so hungry that I tried to ram my tongue as far down his throat as I could. He responded by wrestling with my tongue and rubbing his hands frantically all over my back, arms, and chest.

As he started to remove his blue suit coat, I snapped, “Leave it.” In a strange way, his blue suit reminded me of Officer Cooper’s blue policeman’s uniform. I guess that’s what had attracted me to this gentleman in the first place.

As I backed him up against the wall, I removed his belt and used it to bind his hands behind his back, I imagined that I had cuffed him and was about to frisk him, which I did, patting him down before grabbing his crotch.

With his hands immobilized, I grasped his shoulders and pressed him down on his knees. Standing over him, I pressed my crotch into his face and gyrated against it. With my cock growing and straining to break free, I pulled down my jeans and shoved my cock and balls back into his face. He gasped at the sight of my 6” dong, which wasn’t even fully hard yet. Once my cock had grown to its full 8”, I pulled down his jaw and shoved my cock down his throat. He gagged and moaned for relief as tears began to stream down his face, but I kept skull-fucking him until I felt fully primed for the next move.

“Get up,” I commanded him, and when he stumbled, I grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him up. The circle of men who had dispersed when I approached had reassembled to watch my animalistic assault. I grabbed one of the twinks who had followed us into the theater from the arcade and threw him to the floor. “Hands and knees,” I ordered, and he complied promptly. Using the twink as a sort of bench, I bent the businessman over the kid’s back and pulled down his pants and boxers. I grabbed another one of the onlookers, pulled his face down toward the businessman’s ass and barked, “Lick it.” Once I was satisfied that my target’s ass was sufficiently lubricated, I shoved the licker aside and impaled the businessman with my cock. Naturally, he jerked and cried out from the pain, but I slapped his butt really hard and shouted, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up, bitch.” He tried in vain to squelch it, but he could not avoid whimpering as I drilled his ass raw. I pounded him hard, balls deep.

The kid we were using for a bench also squirmed under the pressure of my assaults, but I slapped his butt too, and he stiffened.

If they didn’t already have their dicks hanging out when I attacked the businessman, they did now, and all of them were either stroking gently or pumping away for dear life. I glared at one of them, first at his face and then at his cock. “Come here,” I ordered, and when he did, I grabbed the hair on the back of the businessman’s head and pushed it toward the eager bystander’s cock. “Fuck his face,” I commanded.

As the new guy and I spit roasted the businessman, the others dared to move closer, beating their meat for all they were worth. They were all as turned on as I was.

When my cock began to pulsate and I knew I was getting close, I withdrew, grabbed the businessman by his blue suit and threw him to the floor. “On your back, bitch.” And when the twink who had been kneeling beneath him tried to get up, I raised my foot and shoved him down also. “You too, kid.” With the two of them lying side by side on their backs and looking up at me, it suddenly occurred to me that the businessman was old enough to be the twink’s father...and mine.

I straddled my two perps, as I had come to think of them, and pulled the voyeurs into a close circle. As I began to pump my rod, I didn’t have to say another word. The guys got the message and pumped away to my rhythm. Pretty soon, we were all shooting all over the faces of the two men on the floor. After all the ejaculations, I grabbed one of the men from the circle, pulled his head toward my dripping cock, and yelled, “Clean it,” and when that was done, I pushed him toward the two cum-faced victims and directed, “Now theirs.”

As I zipped up and headed for the exit, I paused to look back and saw that other men in the circle had gotten down on the floor to help lick their faces and swap the cum among themselves.

Driving home, I kept asking myself what had gotten into me. I have always been dominant—no, I wouldn’t even go that far. I have been somewhat assertive when it came to sex, a take-charge kind of guy, but I had never been that domineering. But thinking of the man in the blue suit as Officer Cooper in his blue uniform had really gotten my juices overflowing, and I just felt like I had to pound it out of my system. It was almost like a self-administered exorcism.

On the drive home, I couldn’t get Officer Cooper out of my mind, which means, of course, that I drove home with a hard-on. As I entered my house, I decided to put on some porn, jerk off, shower, and hit the sack, but it didn’t quite work out that way. I did get through the first three steps, but just as I was stepping out of the shower, the doorbell rang—as it had that morning. And when I got to the door, dripping wet with nothing but a towel covering me, there stood the man of my dreams—or at least the man of my wet dreams—Officer Cooper.

To be continued

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WAIT I JUST CHECJED OUT YOUR AO3 AND YOU WROTE THE DEVIL YOU KNOW?? OHMYGOD THIS IS LIKE SEEING A MOOT IRL WHAT THE FUCK. I LOVE YOUR WRITING NO MATTER THE FANDOM APPARENTLY KAHDJSBSN

also—complete tonal 180—for the dad!clones requests, maybe Tech + those dads with insane reflexes that catch their kids as they’re falling? inspired by him grabbing Omega to get on the Marauder this last episode XD

IT'S ME. HI. LOL NOOO I GET SO NERVOUS WHEN PEOPLE POINT THAT OUT BECAUSE IT'S BEEN MONTHS SINCE I HIT MY WRITER'S BLOCK WITH TDYK AND I GET ANXIOUS EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT IT 😂😭 (but thank you for the kind words!! I PROMISE I'LL GET BACK TO IT SOON BTW I JUST NEED TIME CAUSE THAT FIC IS A MENTAL SLAUGHTERHOUSE)

now back to our irregularly scheduled program 😂 this is such a fun little ask i have just the idea for it!! — more dad!tech below the cut! (tech was a very popular request so all you baby lovers definitely want his kids and i felt that in my heart and soul ♡)

"dad! daddy, look! dad, look at me!"

tech glanced up from his datapad, watching with pinched brows as his little one sprinted up the large boulders. their search for a specific mineral had turned into a rather fun trip of exploration — at least for his tagalong.

he curiously watched as his adventurer sprinted and jumped from rock to rock. they climbed up the tall stones and slid back down, rolling and spreading dirt and twigs all over their clothes before sliding to an abrupt stop by tech's side.

putting the datapad on his belt, tech crouched and brushed the mess off of his little one's clothes, sighing. "i would prefer it if you remained by my side instead of running about like a feral tooka, my star."

"i can't stop," his little one huffed. "i have too much energy. i want to be like uncle hunter and uncle crosshair — like how they run and jump and run-"

"i understand," tech hummed, swiping twigs out of his child's hair. "but you need to be more cautious with where you step. i do not want to see you get hurt, adi'ka."

"i never get hurt, daddy," his little one murmured with an eye roll. "i'm instoppable."

"invincible."

"exactly," they cheesed, perching up to kiss his cheek before turning back to continue running up and down the boulders. tech sighed, wanting nothing more than to keep his child safe all without destroying their joy.

he continued walking through the rocky woods, occasionally glancing back at his little one as they shrieked and laughed with excitement.

but, as if honing into his fatherly sixth sense, tech felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. he turned around, looking up just as his small star ran up a large boulder without noticing its abrupt edge. when they reached the top, their eyes widened at the sudden drop and with a yelp, they slipped.

tech was there in the blink of an eye, catching his little one just before they could hurt themselves. he hooked his hands under their armpit and spun, gently settling them back down on their feet. their eyes were wide, chest rising and falling quickly at the realization that they could've gotten very injured.

without saying a word, tech simply arched his brow and his little one exhaled a heavy breath, leaning against his side.

"no more climbing?" he questioned them softly.

they nodded, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"no more climbing," they murmured, nervously looking back at the boulder that they fell from. "that was scary, daddy."

"i know, adi'ka," tech sighed, brushing their hair out of their eyes. "are you alright?" when they shook their head no, tech frowned. "you are safe now, my star. rest assured that i will try my best to always be there to catch you when you fall."

his little one looked at him with hopeful eyes, lips slowly curling into a smile.

"okay, daddy..." after a pause, they spared a longing look back at the rocks. "...but can i run? running is not climbing."

tech grimaced, then begrudgingly nodded.

"alright but-"

before he could get another word out, his little star cheered aloud and broke into a sprint, weaving all around the trees. tech just sighed and shook his head, smiling softly to himself.

"dad! dad, look!"

"i'm looking, adi'ka. i'm looking..."

lskjdhfalksdjfglsdjfgldsflhdfgaldfhg my ovaries will never know peace again after this

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