#[ Ask Responses ]

[xbellaxcarolinax]

What’s up is that I can’t stop thinking about making Steven feel better after a shitty day at his work like he comes home and he’s all huffing bc his boss bitched at him and you just. You know? Let me make you feel good Steven babyyyy

Hope you like :)

Word count: 1123

Warning: This contains s m u t. Minors DNI, please.

How did you get here, Steven splayed out under you with your cunt swallowing his cock? 

It's a funny story, really.

He'd come home huffing and puffing after a long day at work, his face pinched in irritation.

"I don't know what it is," Steven said, hands flying animatedly with a fork in hand, "but Donna hates me. Can you believe the old bat took a customer's side over mine? The bloke said I was overcharging him for a bookmark! A bloody bookmark! Donna's the one who set the price in the first place!" 

"I don't understand…why would she do that?" You questioned with a frown. The number of stories you've heard about that woman was vast and far too many to count. 

"It's hard to say," he stabbed the fork into the veggie lasagna you'd made for dinner, pushing the contents around his plate, "I'm not exactly sure what her issue is with me."

You watched the irritation grow like an infection over his soft features, twisting them to the point where you thought he would cry. His eyes glossed over with unshed tears before he put his fork down, furiously wiping his eyes with a fist. The sight nearly broke your heart.

"My poor baby," you cooed, pushing your plate aside, "I hate seeing you like this." You stood, circling the small dining table to lean against him, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders, the other cradling his head. He leaned into your touch, eyes downcast and long lashes wet. 

You soothed him with gentle noises, peppering little kisses over his brow.

"I'm sorry, love," he sniffled, “I don’t mean to get all sad on you. I’ve ruined dinner, haven’t I?” His brown eyes gazed up at you, large and sad. You smiled, letting the pad of your thumb run over his lower lip.

“You didn't ruin dinner,” you placed another gentle kiss over his mess of curls, “you have every right to express how you’re feeling.” He sighed, snuggling you close by wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you." He mumbled into your side, the words disappearing into the fabric of your shirt. 

"I love you, too." You smiled, resting your chin over his head, relishing in the scent that was uniquely Steven.

You felt his fingers gently trail down the expanse of your back, resting his hand at the dip. There was nothing sexual about the action, Steven was just a handsy person, seeking relief and comfort through touch alone. 

Or maybe you were wrong about that. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Steven finally spoke.

"Dove?" 

"Hmm?"

"Do you think…" he pulled away from you, firmly planting his hands on your hips and keeping his eyes trained on the small strip of visible skin, "Do you think we could…?" Steven slowly slipped a finger into the waistband of your shorts, pulling it back and letting it gently snap back against your skin. 

"Oh, you need a distraction, do you?" You hummed, feigning disinterest until you broke out in laughter at the pout that threatened his lips. Without further hesitation you removed your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the mess of his flat, your shorts following after. "Of course, if that's what my baby wants."

"Please." He whispered, his gaze trailing over your form with adoration. You had nothing special on, just a basic gray sports bra and panties, but he always looked at you like you were beyond human comprehension, something special that only he (and Marc…and Jake) could have.

In a matter of minutes, you had him sitting on the couch with his pants down to his ankles and his patterned button-down shirt pushed up to expose his midriff. His pretty eyes were lidded, mouth slightly ajar as you moved up and down on his cock in a dance you both knew well. 

“Mmm…fuuuck, d’you hear t-that, love?” Steven pants, his thick fingers gripping your hips with a force you’ve recently discovered he had, “d’you hear h-how wet you are?” 

You’ve also recently discovered how filthy he can be with his words, not that you were complaining.

“Mhmm,” your eyes fluttered as you were now acutely aware of the obscene noises your pussy was making as it leaked all over his thick cock, “all for you, baby.” You were pretty sure his balls were now completely drenched with your juices.

You looked down at him, like really looked at him, and felt he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You wanted to see him that way forever, in the midst of pleasure, panting and begging you to keep going.

“I-I love you,” he moaned, gripping your face with both hands and bringing you down for a sloppy kiss, “w-wanna be inside y-you all the time. Would y-you let me, d-dove? I p-promise to always be good for you.”

“Mm, Steven, f-fuck, baby,” you leaned your brow against his, “your gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.” Steven trailed his large hands over your shoulders and down to your breasts, kneading the flesh through the bra before landing back on your hips.

“K-keep going,” he panted, guiding you faster over his cock, the thick head jamming into where you want it to hit the most. You followed his lead, lifting yourself up till the head of his cock almost slipped out, before slamming yourself down again.

“Oh my God,” you choked as you threw your head back and closed your eyes. It was like seeing the galaxy behind your lids, an endless abyss of pure pleasure and chaos all at once. “J-just wanna make you h-happy, Steven, baby.”

Steven’s breath comes out in quick bursts, your words causing him to activate his feral side—primal and filthy. He pounded and pounded up into you until his hips stuttered and his eyes rolled so far back it seemed like they would stay that way.

“I’m com—” The words died in his throat before he let out a guttural groan, his fingers digging painfully into your hips. He shot his load into you as you felt your own release, your fingers lost in the mass of his curls when you came and screamed your pleasure to the heavens. 

You slumped over him, chest heaving almost in unison with his. You were barely aware of his hand trailing down your spine, or his spend leaking from your pulsating cunt, dirtying you both.

“Steven,” you sighed, “that was…”

“Amazing,” he finished, dragging his nose over the contours of your face lovingly, “bloody amazing, love.”

“Are you feeling better, baby?” You squeezed your pussy and felt his cock twitch inside of you. Steven hummed, nodding his head lazily with his eyes closed.

“Mm, so much better.”

[running-around-the-pace]

So…. Who’s the older sibling?

[feat: guest art from @cathal-ray-toby-bravecog ]

[warthogreporter]

Substack doesn't let me comment so I'll put it here:

A Marriage of Body and Soul was lovely to read. As someone who used to have very low self-esteem, Simon has a long journey ahead of him because he wholeheartedly believes those negative things about himself.

I also liked seeing the differences in spirit psychology with respect to humans and wonder if there are other factions in their world other than angels and demons.

Something that had never crossed my mind was the idea that the digital world is its own realm somewhere in between the spiritual and physical. Because isn't it kinda magical that I can write this message hundreds of kilometers away and leave it out to read for anyone in the world who stumbles into the story?

Also I'm imagining Beleth asking Simon to make him a V-tuber avatar.

❤️ Getting responses like this mean the world to me, thank you.

Yes Simon is certainly going to need time to really change how he feels about himself, but thankfully Beleth is there to keep him on that path. There's a lot to learn and unlearn.

For this setting angel and demon are broad umbrella terms that encompass distinct factions, which are not necessarily aligned. Like members of both a 'take over the material world' and 'peacefully coexist with humanity in the material world' faction would both be considered demons, but they would not be on the same side.

I do have plans to explore this setting some more, so knowing there's interest in seeing this aspect of it expanded on is good.

Glad you liked the story's approach to the digital, that's a concept I really like exploring.

Looks like the people are demanding V-tuber Beleth. I don't know much about V-tubers beyond 'youtubers with virtual avatars who have lore' but I guess I need to get familiar with them as research to seriously consider the idea. I did play the Hololive fighting game at an event once, but it clarified nothing.

[lodessa]

Emoji ask game: 🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

I've been writing for a while so I have definitely written a lot of tropes over the years. It is hard to even remember which ones I have and haven't written!

That said (relevant to our convo today) I have many times over the years thought about writing "exes of the same person start hooking up with each other as a revenge or whatever and then actually end up into each other" but I don't actually think I have ever done it.

[ask-the-scapegoat]

Have you heard the rumors that Mundie used to be a toon before becoming a cog?

we kinda had a talk about it back before we were hired by cogs.. he was really upset and i was really worried about him.. he thought i wasnt gonna accept him because he was a toon

he cried so much that night.. and i told him honestly and i still stand by it even today. it doesnt matter if he was a toon once, or that hes a suit now.. hes the only person who’s shown me any kind of compassion since i gained consciousness. hes the only one who protected me, or showed me it doesnt matter how physically beyond repair i am, that i am still worth effort..

it was a weird night because we talked about so much.. in the end we came out a family and havent really gone back since. i wouldnt trade mundie for anything in the whole wide world

(@mudsnapperqna)

[elinorthemeek]

Who is a worse thief at the grocery store, Reno or Rude?

Reno, 100%. Both of them have their own tragic backstories, but Reno grew up poorer than poor in the slums, and had frequent periods where he had to steal to survive. He's a master pickpocket, and shoplifting is almost too easy.

Now, he steals for fun. And he steals to keep his skills sharp, because his sticky fingers are frequently an asset on Turk missions where intel needs to be carefully and quietly "liberated" from a mark.

In his free time, his choices for theft are whimsical. He'll pocket a shiny trinket, but his favorite target is fruit. Nothing makes him grin like producing a shiny apple or ripe apricot like a magic trick and handing it to Rude ten or fifteen minutes after they walk out of the store. Rude rolls his eyes, but he accepts. Usually he eats half and hands the second half back to Reno.

Reno has rules. He never steals when he's in uniform; it wouldn't be fun if someone caught him and decided to ignore it because he was a Turk. For a long time, he would only steal from stores above-plate. Places that could afford to lose a little bit of merchandise. The problem is, it's too easy. Big stores with tall shelves that block the view of the cashier make it child's play. If they're big enough to have security cameras, that's a bit of fun, but it's the tiny mom and pop places and open air fruit carts that are a challenge.

When he was a kid, he couldn't afford to have a care about the people he stole from. It was live or die, and Reno lived. But it's different now. While being a Turk isn't exactly an occupation that lends itself to moral purity, it gives him the freedom to have a conscience on his days off.

Eventually he invented a new game. Upped the difficulty level. The challenge has two parts now. The first is grabbing the fruit. The second is sneaking the gil into the cash box.

[There is one exception. Rude is oddly good at getting free snacks from vending machines. Maybe it's the same knack that makes him good at building bombs and repairing helicopters. It's not an issue of brute force; it's a careful process. A gentle kick on the right side, near the back, then maybe an elbow higher up on the left...the machine shakes and shifts just enough that Rude now has a little bag of chips (which he often passes to Reno).]

[askthewitchhunter]

*tries to throw onion rings onto your horns*

I swear, you hooligans are-

TRULY persistent, even I have to commend your abili—

—ties...

[chocodile]

I just came across Amaranthine and I LOVE it! I saw one post mentioning catalyst stones are connected to their owner's nervous system and that you wouldn't want to see an X-ray of Hyden's skull... however... I WOULD like to see what his skull looks like if you ever decide to draw it 👀

Welllll, if you really wanna see......

(This is not exactly a typical reaction to catalyst stone implantation.)

[keepin-it-barry-brief]

wait wait wait WAIT. human AGAIN?? you used to be a HUMAN???????

YES AGAIN! I USED TO BE A COGDAMN HUMAN!

NO ONE FUCKING BELIEVED ME WHEN I TOLD THEM! WHO WOULD, HUMANS HAVE BEEN EXTINCT HERE FOR COG KNOWS HOW LONG!

[ahkaraii]

i might have already asked but are you planning to update five or a lot can change in a year anytime soon?

As always, very happy people are still interested in this story because I've poured a lot of myself into it <3 My answer is, still, I do plan on finishing it! But I've left it on the backburner because I am no longer in the correct headspace, and also, I no longer have the same time availability I did before.

blah blah the usual excuses under cut

I think I hit a crossroads when I lost my old laptop some years back, with it went the psd files for about 12 parts of the story and I was never able to recover them. That, plus the fact that I started Five before I went through clinical rotations, and the karaii before that and the karaii after that are very different people. Not to be too melodramatic about it, but public hospitals in third world countries with intense local gang warfare is pretty ptsd-inducing, and fictional stories about child soldiers quickly start feeling a bit sour when you see in front of you real live people shaped by those forces in a very not-fictional sort of way. You see one person dying and then you see several couple more and you fuck up giving CPR once and all these things kinda pile on, y'know? My comic about Kakashi started feeling like something I couldn't get into anymore. For a while there, all my art felt like it had been drawn by a very different person that I could no longer recognize. Infantile, childish, narrow-visioned-- deep sunk in a place of fiction when real life in front of me demanded my attention.

I've been a medical doctor for a couple years now though, so I've grown into my big boy boots and am doing quite well for myself, as it were. I'm currently a postgraduate resident for psychiatry so art and fandom have returned to being a place for me to destress and chill :) My Five comic is a legacy I am very proud of and really truly do want to finish, but I need to get back into that headspace to do it proper-like. There are so many unfinished stories percolating there that I'd be long-term sad if I fumbled them all in an effort to speedrun an ending. It would be a disservice to my younger self, who was so ambitious and had such a clear vision, y'know?

As it is, these things take time, and patience, and if you've run out of them then I hope you enjoyed the ride, and find greener pastures <3 Life's really truly too short to sweat the small stuff. Enjoy your health while it lasts, and don't forget to make your own meaningful human connections 'cause those can keep you going for a long time :D And thanks for being interested enough to send me a message! I am genuinely very happy people still enjoy my old works enough to come asking me about them. Stay awesome, and don't forget to smell the flowers!

[traaansfem]

is it ok to meow in ur dms

Thas one of the main activities in our dms!!!!! :3

[macawritesupdates]

I'm really enjoying the malevolence of love but I won't lie I'm kind of terrified it's going to end with yuuji dying and sukuna becoming the fingers again only for future reincarnated yuuji to eat them just like in cannon. Like that would make everything so much worse imagine if yuuji ate the finger and sukuna immediately recognized him. I think that would break me.

That is all I shall say about this ask....kek kek kek

[running-around-the-pace]

Hi loser @cathal-ray-toby-bravecog

but yeah man hey lol

[ @cathal-ray-toby-bravecog ]

[warthogreporter]

Would you let your fae husband have your name...? as a treat.

Yes, I trust my fae husband completely.

[lodessa]

Sea for the WIP game

Shockingly, I did not find it on either of the current Rings of Power WIP docs I had open . I did find it in not one but two ASOIAF/GoT ones though!

From an afterlife crossover fic where Admiral Katrina Cornwell runs into a couple of Sers from Westeros (showverse):

“I’m from Westeros, though I spent many years across the Narrow Sea in Essos.  Where are you from?  I’ve traveled quite a bit and I have never seen or heard of this United Federation.”

From a multiship plotty bookverse chaptered fic:

I hope the Daenerys Targaryen does come across the Narrow Sea, and those dragons of hers roast them all alive in their beds, Cersei thought, feeling a smile threaten to spread across her face at the thought. 

(send me a word and if it is in any of my WIPs, I will reply with the sentence it occurs in)

[ask-the-scapegoat]

Can you scream like a baby goat?

(M!A 2/10)