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I lied last time sorry. Robot freak posts will not stop

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Jack Schlossberg x reader | 1k wc

Summary: Jack doubts his speechwriting skills. You tug that nonsense right out of him.

cws: emergency handjob, food play, cum eating, he cum in he got damn soup idk what else to tell ya !! dear readers please make sure you’re registered to vote and do try to get involved with the Harris campaign in any way you can (it’s what Jack would want, after all 😁)

hats off to my darling editor @mystardustmelodyyy as always 🩵🗳️

minors dni in fact don’t even glance at it

Light-footed staff weave around your path as you track the length of the house to check on tonight’s finishing touches. Your shoes clack against the mirror-polished foyer tile in time with the cadence of your speech repetition.

A text had just come in from your assistant: everyone was having a splendid time, they were on their way to your place now, and a smidge of traffic might push the start of dinner back, ten minutes at the most. Everything was falling into place, but you couldn’t turn down a free moment to go over your words one last time.

“As you all know, my grandparents were lifelong patrons of the arts… honored to present our new exhibition at my fiancé’s library… we thank you all for your generous…” you lose your train of thought when you spot Jack pacing frantically in an alcove, hands twitching as he stifles reflexive hang loose signs. He jolts at the hand you place on his shoulder and defaults to an uncharacteristically strained smile when he sees it’s you.

“How’s the rehearsal going?”

“Well, I think I hate it.” He bites a knuckle and squints exasperatedly at the tiny font on his phone. “There’s so many jokes in here. Why?!” Jack getting cold feet was the only thing you hadn’t planned for; usually he’s the one swooping in when you’re in such a state. There’s absolutely no time for rewrites, so you need to shut this shit down before he decides to start editing anyway. You squeeze his shoulder a little bit, and his head snaps up to see your most convincing faux-worried face.

“Can you help me with one thing real quick, and then we can get it sorted?”

That breaks him out of the fog long enough for you to drag him through the dining room and into the kitchen abuzz with steam and roving caterers.

A curt “Out!” scatters them, and then it’s just you two and the gentle hum of the convection ovens. You guide Jack over to where tonight’s soup is already plated, then to his bowl placed off to the side, accompanied by a post it stuck to the counter: “JS NO SWEET POTATO”.

He’s still lost in thought as you nudge him closer and move behind him.

“I already tasted it, it’s fine,” he mumbles as you start undoing his pants. His voice trails to a sigh when you take his cock out.

“You loved that speech all last week. What’s going on now?”

“I just-“ he doesn’t comment when you start stroking him, but you can feel the muscles in his back loosen slightly, and some of the tension leaks out of his voice. “I really want this to go well for us.”

Your unoccupied hand slides up his lapel and grasps his to stop the fumbling with his tie.

“It’s already going well, and we’re going to keep it that way.” His brow is still furrowed, but that cute little fuzzy edge his voice gets when you take control is seeping in.

“Won’t they be here soon?”

“Not for at least twenty minutes.” The slippery noises your movements make as he starts to leak echo off all the stainless steel and sound almost amplified in the empty space. It’s just warm enough in the kitchen for your brain to flirt with the idea of calling the whole thing off and spending the night here. “Don’t worry. I won’t let the clock run out on you.”

You can feel his grip on his doubts loosening with every deliberate stroke, and soon he’s bucking into your hand as much as the space between you and the counter will let him.

Jack’s posture sags as he relaxes against you, the sudden movement nearly bobbing him close enough to dip his tip into the soup.

“Keep moving around like that and you’ll burn yourself.”

“Sorry.” He sounds a million miles away from the ball of nerves you found a few minutes ago.

“On your toes. You’re making a mess.” And he does, of course, so you have a proper angle to aim him down at the bowl and prevent the twin rivulets of precum from sliding down your wrist onto his trousers. His mouth falls open when the first drops break the surface tension.

“That’s all I want you to focus on. You know you’ll do well, I know you’ll do well, just do this for me, okay?”

He nods wordlessly.

“Say it for me,” you croon softly into his ear, watching the goosebumps blossom down his neck when your lips graze it.

Jack’s head slumps to the side for a better look at you, but his irises are wandering like bumblebees and working against him.

“I’m focusing.” he slurs.

“I know, I know.” Your hand speeds up to match his breathing as he white knuckles the counter. It’s hard to keep your wrist steady when you feel his ass start tightening up.

“It’s gonna make a mess,” he gasps out.

“No it won’t. Stay still for me. You’ve got this. I know you do.”

Jack’s whole body tenses up, and his protests fade into little pants at your ambiguous encouragement. He throbs in your hand one, two, three, four times as you hold him just a whisper above the steaming bowl. No splash; the rest of him is trembling with the effort, but his hips stay locked in place to neatly spill into his meal.

As soon as his heels are back on solid ground, you’re stretching up to kiss right above his eyebrow. A hand cradling his jaw eases him back to reality.

“It’s a great speech.”

“It’s a great speech.” He can't stop himself from smiling, finally relaxed enough to let it reach his eyes.

-at the table-

From the beginning you’d insisted Jack should speak after you; he was much better at settling everyone into dinner conversation following your more formal remarks. Of course, your guests are utterly captivated by him; he manages to get even your sternest donors chuckling in under five minutes. So captivated, in fact, that you’re free to ogle at him from the other end of the table without worry. You’re crossing and recrossing your legs watching his mouth move, realizing for the first time tonight how fucking hungry you are. When the soup is served, you scarcely blink watching his first mouthful. He stares back just as entranced, completely forgetting his table manners and using his thumb to swipe an errant drop into his mouth.

[elizakai]

you guys i can’t take this anymore i need to release steam from this pot of killer and dust thoughts that’s on the stove

listen. if you don’t know by now. one of my favorite things to do is bridge narratives between fanon ideas, and canon truths hehe

Killer and Dust. The accepted dynamic is basically killer being a pestering little shit and dust being over it.

THATS GREAT ON ITS OWN it’s funny etc

but think about their ACTUAL characters for a moment. they are two sides of the same coin.

⬇️

i don’t want to hear any of that old fandom “they are literally the same” shhhhh. nuh uh dear friend, they commuted the same (general) action💥

their motives and situations are very different however! which is important when it comes to understanding a character

They both played into an opposite role in their world if you ask me.

Killer partners with chara, filling the role of the player. he’s a lot like flowey actually.

(in killers world, while he is still a pawn of this sick game, he gets manipulated after all, he has taken on the ROLE of the player. everyone else are the pawns.)

dust is against the anomaly of dusttale, which is that worlds player.

dust is a pawn. a pawn that is defying the player of the game

(in the same way that killer is still pawned, dust still uses his fellow “pawns” as a means to “win” the game, meaning he’s also playing)

(but again, i’m speaking role wise)

Killer and Dust’s dynamic doesn’t have to just be haha funny, it has some actual merit and potential to their characters.

Killer is constantly looking for new forms of entertainment. something new. he’ll get bored, and if he’s bored he’ll have to look at himself. killer is very much a character representing disassociation avoidance and to an extent, escapism (huh. like someone playing a video game?)

Of COURSE he’s gonna poke at people. it’s INTERESTING. it gets a REACTION. he gets to have that small power trip of being in control, after feeling like he lost control this is something that’s probably addictive to killer.

meanwhile dust…well. killer acts like his own anomaly in a way. he prods at him, toys with him, he’s leering and he takes pleasure in any reaction dust gives. dust probably would resent this feeling without really knowing why. he feels like some toy, and he’d probably be inclined to even interpret a genuine interaction this way.

this honestly makes dusts inclination to shut off or dull down any emotion make more sense. be as unremarkable as possible, and you’ll be left alone, right?

isn’t that…kind of what sans does? he’ll repeat same lines of dialogue and such when he reallyyy doesn’t have to. he’s being uninteresting. (and no he doesn’t need to remember everything magically for that to be possible. in game he will poke fun at past conversations and dialogue so he’s clearly aware enough)

Killer wants a response, so dust doesn’t give one.

killer wants control and feels like this is a challenge, dust feels cornered and defensive

if they had existed in the same world, it would have been killer vs dust in the end either way.

it’s a big old game of cat and mouse until someone snaps. they need to be given the opportunity to understand their similarities

even in an interpretation where they are in a healthier relationship, in whatever capacity, i think these mindsets would be conflict they may have….

to killer , on one hand he may be OFFENDED by his lack of response. he may be EXCITED, it’s a CHALLENGE. he might take dusts resignation as a sign of submission, which would give killer a HIGE power trip.

he might. genuinely just be trying to have fun?

it could be ENTIRELY lighthearted, and it’s still…rather toxic, considering where that mindset branched from

and we know dust won’t be inclined to say anything. he probably doesn’t understand his own feelings to be frank💀 he just feels gross and intimidated and cornered so he shuts off and sees killer as oppressive , and grows resentful regardless of intent, as these feelings only feed into his crippling self hatred anyways

….thats all for tonight-

[tulpar-transmissions]

Takeoff In T-Minus 3, 2, 1...

[CURLY]

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💥Hello, everyone! This is your captain speaking! Are we ready for the trip?

🍂This is another one of @yellow-computer-mouse's blogs! I like, ask, and follow from there!

💥I am Curly (pre-crash)! This is not a roleplay blog. This is just to satiate an urge I often get to make "captain's logs" or the like. I will also be posting things that satisfy me or Jim.

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🍂Pro/comship DNI, please! I am anti-harrassment, but also, shipping minors and adults is just gross. /srs

💥I often use tone tags, and appreciate them being used for me as well! No pressure, of course, but if you would like to, it would help lots :) /gen /nf

🍂I am fine with doubles, and would be more than happy to talk to them! Also, if any of the rest of the crew is here, I would love to chat.

💥ALSO. If anyone feels like making me art, I would LOVE to see it! Don't feel like you have to make me anything. I'm just letting you all know :)

🍂I am a protector! ^^

💥That's all! Have a wonderful day!

[JIMMY]

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📗Hey. This is your co-pilot speaking. You fuckers ready?

🌿Same shit that Curly said, essentially. Yap yap yap, don't talk to me if you're a weirdo, go follow all my other blogs.

📗I am not canon Jimmy. Don't compare me to that shitfuck, and don't take your anger out on me.

[plain text: "I am not canon Jimmy.", "don't"]

🌿I might be rude or coarse. I'll try and tone it down, but I have a very hostile personality. It is definitely not your fault. /gen

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📗I find it really uncomfortable/annoying when people comment on my art "Sorry you had to draw Jimmy, are your hands okay?" or something of the like. Please don't do this on my posts. Do whatever you want on your own time.

🌿No but seriously. Please don't do that. It hasn't happened here or whatever, but it really bothers me. Curly already talked about it in a post somewhere, but. Yeag👍

📗I also curse. Excessively. Sorry about that. /gen

🌿Re-stating what Curly said, I use tone tags. Especially because I'm kinda bitchy. Wanted to make it clear that wasn't a Curly-specific thing.

📗I'm also fine with doubles. Idc man live ur life 👍 /gen /notneg

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#daisuke 🌺 - Daisuke art/discussion

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#Bow To Your King. - Nightmare talking

#death bests us all eventually - Reaper talking

#Xz & Oz - Cross talking

#where the fuck are my keys - Swansea talking

#static sounds ✨ - Error talking

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#[name] likey - Our vibes/stuff we like

#[name]'s tinyposting again - Littlespace yapping! We have an agere sideblog (@the-tulpar-daycare) but we really like to yap about stuff without clogging the agere tags.

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#TAKE RESPONSIBILITY. - Vent tag

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🍂For me, please tag the Mouthwashing Swap AU with #grant don't look!

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Mouthwashing blinkies by @autothiest, median blinkie by @ix-c-999, userboxes by me (except for the plural one in line with Curly, that one's by @plural-this-user-is!)

Rest of our intros are here!

We made a Discord server! We'll only give you the access role if we know you because moderating is hard and we're socially anxious. Here it is!

Strawpage is here! CW for eyestrain ;-;

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Upcoming BakuDeku Fic 💚💥

Me rn fr:

I'm working on a longggg BKDK post-war one shot where Katsuki and Izuku get an apartment together because it's close to Best Jeanist's agency (where Katsuki is sidekickin' for a bit to learn the biz) and Izuku's college (where 'Zuku is learnin', duh). They have unspoken feelings for each other, obviously, but both of them are too nervous to broach the subject. So they live out their days together, cohabiting in the sunny little apartment and cooking together and watching movies and everything is fine great wonderful and then...

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“Uh…Kachan? Can you come here a sec?” Izuku’s voice sounds embarrassed and half of the sentence is muttered, but still Katsuki hears it from across the apartment. Interested, Katsuki gets to his feet and pads across the hardwood floors. He makes his way across the quaint living room/kitchen space and towards the bathroom. The door is open a tiny crack, golden light and shower steam leaking out into the greater living area.

“What’s up?” He grunts through the crack in the door, curious.

“Um, well…” Izuku can’t seem to find the right words. Katsuki smirks. Whatever it is he needs, it’s gonna be embarrassing.

“Spit it out, you damn nerd.” Katsuki calls out, but his words are almost affectionate. Familiar.

“I didn’t unpack my towels yet, and I forgot to set one out before I got into the shower. Could I maybe…borrow one of yours?” Izuku calls nervously through the door. If voices could blush, Izuku’s would be flushed red as a cherry right now.

Katsuki’s a bit caught off guard by this request, but he grins all the same. “Yeah, I can help with that.”

He strolls back to his room and opens his closet to reveal a neatly folded stack of fluffy charcoal colored towels. He grabs the largest one off of the top shelf – it’s a thick, fluffy bath sheet that his mom bought as a housewarming gift. He hasn’t had a chance to use it yet, but it certainly looks very cozy. Katsuki tries not to picture the way it might wrap around Izuku’s naked, muscled body in a few minutes' time.

He trudges back towards the bathroom, towel in hand. He knocks on the closed door, and Izuku opens it a crack, a single bright green eye gazing upon Katsuki apprehensively.

“Thanks so much, Kacchan. I really owe you one.” Izuku opens the door a little wider so he can snake out a damp, scar covered arm towards the towel. Katsuki pulls the towel back a few inches out of reach, suddenly stricken with a brilliant idea.

“You put me in a real interesting position, Izuku.” He says, trying to keep his tone serious and smooth. Izuku's hand stills in the air.

“Here I am, minding my own business and unpacking my room when I’m pulled into help with your little problem.” Katsuki puts emphasis on the last word, smacking his lips. Izuku’s eye widens with confusion as he stares at Katsuki, his hand still aloft and waiting for the towel.

Katsuki continues on: “Clearly you’re in a…compromising position right now.” He says teasingly, dangling the towel further away from poor Izuku’s shower-soaked hand. “So what are you gonna trade me for this to make it worth my while?” He’s all bravado and teasing.

Izuku gulps deeply. He doesn’t really mean it…or does he?

Izuku’s face peaks out a little more as he widens the crack in the door. Katsuki is satisfied to note that his freckled cheeks are flushed a deep red.

“Um…well, I’ll clean the apartment myself for a week.” Izuku offers hopefully, green eyes locking in on Katsuki’s crimson ones. The green haired boy cracks a nervous smile, waiting for a reply.

Katsuki mimics a game show buzzer noise. "Incorrect!"

“I’ll help you with your agency reports for Best Jeanist?” Izuku offers uncertainly. He's not sure what Katsuki is waiting for him to say. Maybe he wants something more than an offer to help with the apartment chores or paperwork...hold on. Could he want...!?

“You’re getting warmer.” Katsuki teases, holding the towel aloft thoughtfully as Izuku's eyes track it.

Izuku’s eyes narrow in frustration. He takes a deep breath, almost daring himself to say what’s he thinking: “I’ll suck you off.”

“What?” Katsuki drops the towel in surprise. Izuku throws open the bathroom door, making a wild grab for the towel as it flies to the ground. In the process, he slips on the wet bathroom floor tiles and comes tumbling to the ground, arms windmilling as he tries desperately to keep himself upright.

Katsuki’s hero training instincts kick in and he quickly sticks out an arm to catch Izuku. Despite the green haired boy being wet and slippery, Katsuki manages to get a grip around his middle and hold him.

Izuku is naked and gorgeous and Katsuki ccan’t help but stare at the friend who lays helpless in his arms. There are constellations of freckles splattered across Izuku’s shoulders, back and chest. He’s toned and muscular in all the right places…and as Katsuki unconsciously looks down…he sees that Izuku is fairly well endowed as well. Fuck.

Izuku scrambles out of Katsuki’s grip and scoops the towel off of the floor. He wraps himself in it and retreats into the bathroom, yelling a quick “thanks!” over his shoulder before shutting and locking the door soundly behind him.

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OK so that's a lil snippet! It's coming alongggg I'm just getting to write the smutty parts so it probably won't be done for a month or two since I'm also churning out Part 9 of my Shoto's First Kiss series. :) Hope ya like it and keep this on your radar!!

XOXO,

RedRiotUnbreakableHeart ❤️

[mysteriesmuse]

FIRE IN THE HOLE🔥💥☕️

Your lovely boyfriend turned current fiancé, Katsuki Bakugou knows that when he says not a word to anyone and you pretend to zip your lips that’s there’s a pretty substantial chance that a certain list of people are probably gonna hear about it . . . your siblings, your childhood best friend, your college best friend, sometimes your dentist if they can put together the mumbled response to their questions. Katsuki seriously wonders why they all do that. Especially yours because you are a chatter box. But, at the top of that list is your mom . . .

Katsuki is sitting inside peering over the pesky reading glasses he got a few weeks ago, he hates to admit he needs them, as you slip out the back door to take your weekly phone call from your mom. He brings chin to chest before puffing out a breath of laughter. Across from him is your new organic mug. A lopsided thing steaming with a new cup of peppermint tea . . .

Katsuki hums, he’ll heat it back up for you when you return. You absentmindedly stroll on the tattered lawn in your flip-flops. Phone pressed to your cheek as you grin and tease patches of dandelions with your toes . . .

Katsuki’s sure you’re on the wind-up with the causal “how are you” catch before regaling your mother with this most recent and embarrassing fiasco.

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In the backyard you poke at a nearly blossoming yellow lion bud.

“Oh- yeah, yeah I’ll be sure to mention it to Katsuki. Have dad text him about the furniture thing. He’s inside looking at tiles for the bathroom”

you shake your head, slipping your toes back around the sandal strap and carrying on. Your mother clearly has you on speaker phone. You can hear the food sizzling in the pan and your father scrubbing at the kitchen sink. a coy smile lights itself on your face: the perfect segway.

“oh mom, speaking of the dishes that I can hear dad scrubbing in the back you’ll never believe what Katsuki and I did”

“Sweetie? You know I know you’re engaged to a pro-hero?” your mom chuckles, “that could be anything in my wildest imagination”

Humming you glance back over at you darling fiancé. Diligently scrolling through a catalog of kitchen and bath tiles, “actually this is pretty mundane compared to other things.” You can hear the hiss of air and the playful groan that follows. The sound of your mother rolling her eyes . . .

“well about 2-3 weeks ago I get Katsuki to join me at this pottery class that I’ve been looking into. We’re there and he’s, tsk, typical grumbling about it to me under his breath. The place is so homely and smells like the earth and a dash of paint chemicals but otherwise nice. A few soccer moms trying to be earthy and unwind, but nothing along the lines of crazed fans or anything like that.

once we’re told the rules and given the supplies we’re going. The both of us - right? Totally surprising. But Katsuki’s actually into it. They tell us we’re making mugs because that’s a good beginner pot, but his hands are so big so his is more like a soup bowl. I KNOW, that’s the kinda of coffee mug you’d need! Anyway, it’s still huge by the end, but it looks good. Not at all lopsided or anything.

. . . oh god no mine was a mess! The instructor lady said the walls were all uneven and whatnot, but it coulda’ been a lovely pencil holder. Yeah, right. So anyways, we leave feeling pretty good. Katsuki has begrudging enjoyed himself and they’re supposed to call the both of us when they finish up in the kiln.

a few days past and we’re out at home. yeah the apartment - sitting on the couch and trying some new recipe for guac our friend Sero recommended. And we get the call. Except it’s not a “hey your mugs are ready to pick up thanks for taking our class. We hope to see you again” it’s “oh hey our condolences here’s a free voucher to take another class if you so desire” and you know why? It’s because our group exploded in the kiln. Which - yeah - is natural if there’s a huge air bubble.

Right, so I’m sitting on the couch with the voicemail they left us on the answering machine. Katsuki’s throwing a bunch of stuff together in a bowl in the kitchen still.

but the place doesn’t say that the pots in the kiln exploded it says that the kiln exploded. Right away. Like boom! anyway that grabs Katsuki’s attention and he utters the loudest “shit.” I may have ever heard him say in his sacred space. And he rushes into the bedroom to grab his wallet and checkbook . . . and I don’t know that’s what he’s grabbing. Im just like babe where are you going?

and he comes back out panting and says “dial them back” and I’m like why?? And Katsuki’s just sweatdrops and deadpans like babygirl I just broke their kiln.

Then it hits me . . . the nitroglycerin from his quirk sweat is all over that clay and once that thing got fired up . . . Fire. In. The. Hole. And so Katsuki paid to replace the damage cause neither of us were actually thinking about that part when we were there. So he combusted everyone’s things, but on the bright side I went back using my voucher and made a cute mug.

Oh, and Katsuki is gonna let me use his too. Honestly, probably for the best”

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and it’s later that evening when Katsuki’s massaging your knee that’s draped over his lap that he hears your impression of you mothers response to this story which was, understandably, “oh pumpkin, that’s hysterical! You’ve got to call your sister and tell her!”

[yikes-00]

JJ!! 💙💙💙

12. “I can’t believe you’re this innocent…” + Hangster for inexperienced smut prompts, please?

(And I can't believe you're doing this! 🔥💥😭)

Hope you're having a nice nice day 💕✨💖

Claude✨💕 thank you for being patient with me!!! I hope you enjoy!!

tags: firefighter au, public sex, rivals to lovers (im tired and tag better later)

rating: E

an: sorry for the mistakes im tired and will be finishing up editing this tomorrow along with the rest of the prompts. Peace and love✨💕

Jake grunts softly. His head falls back against the dugout wall as he tries to not thrust his hips into the tight grip around his cock. It’s dry and on the wrong side of too painful. He hisses quietly and shifts his weight trying to find something that soothes the heat burning through his veins. 

Bradley laughs softly. There’s an edge to it, almost condescending but not there yet. His large hand loosens just enough for pleasure to spark down Jake’s spine and pull in his groin. 

“Can’t believe you’re this innocent,” Bradley says in a rough voice. His breath ghosting over Jake’s skin as he swiped his thumb over Jake’s slit collecting the wetness pooling there. “Never been jerked off at a charity game?” 

Jake opens his eyes long enough to send him a withering look. 

“Fuck. Off.” 

Bradley smiles wide. His stupid smile shines as he shrugs. His hand working just enough to make Jake’s toes curl in his cleats. 

“Yeah?” Bradley asks. His voice light but there’s an edge to it. A hear that clings to his every breath. “Want me to drop your dick and leave you hanging?”

“Fuck. You,” Jake grunts. He reaches out and wraps his hand around Bradley’s neck and pulls him down. 

Their lips move messily together. Tongues and teeth devouring each other. Bradley grunts low in his chest and shifts his weight to better press against Jake. His hand still moving over Jake’s cock with a maddening slow pace. 

“Ever been fucked outside?” Bradley asks in a rough whisper. The low timber sends a shiver through Jake. 

His lip is raw where Bradley’s mustache has rubbed against. Jake shakes his head. Bradley leans back down and slides his tongue into Jake’s mouth. Jake moans. His fingers dig into the large expanse of Bradley’s back. 

“You gonna give it to me, big boy?” Jake asks as he pulls back. 

Bradley's smile turns wolfish. The dumb SDFD softball shirt is pulled tightly over his torso. The swell of his chest is outlined by the navy material and Jake wished he could see it. 

But it’s not like that between them. 

They blow off steam when it’s convenient or when the fire department and police force cross paths. It wasn’t easy when they first met. Both investigating a fire. They fought more than they fucked but Jake can’t think about that now. 

He should have known that it would end up like this when Bradley sauntered up to the mound with a shit eating grin on his face. Jake’s lip had curled up and Bradley smirked with a cocky batter up. 

“Yeah,” Bradley says before he slots their mouths together. His hand almost possessively curls around Jake’s neck to pull him in closer. The rough hand on Jake’s cock falls away and Jake whines at the loss. Bradley pulls back and his hazel eyes burn. “Yeah, I fucking am baby. Turn around.”

Jake doesn’t think about the name. It’s something that’s been slowly slipping out between Bradley’s lips. Sometimes when they’re tied together with Bradley’s cock so deep inside Jake that Jake doesn’t know where he ends and Bradley begins. But sometimes, more recently, it’s happening when they run into each other. When they’re both on duty and Javy and Nat share a glance. 

Jake turns. His hands plant on the rough brick as Bradley pulls down his shorts. The sound of a emergency lube packet tearing makes anticipation burn through Jake. 

The first touch of Bradley’s finger pulls a gasp from Jake. His eye flutter as he subtly pushes back. Bradley chuckles low in his throat and presses through the tight muscle. Jake moans softly. 

Bradley’s fingers always fill him up in a way that makes his toes curl. 

“How many you want?” Bradley asks. His lips press against the back of Jake’s neck. Something runs through. A warm feeling that has nothing to do with the arousal making Jakw burn all over. 

“Two,” Jake grunts out, “two and then give it to me.” 

Bradley’s lips curl up. His mustache drags up the back of Jake’s neck making sure that it’s going to burn. Jake lets his head fall forward giving Bradley more access. 

There’s no way to lie his way out of beard burn on his neck. 

“Think you can take me after only two?” Bradley whispers against Jake’s ear. His other hand reaches down and squeezes Jake’s ass. “I mean you can take a lot, baby, but only two?” 

“You worry about fucking,” Jake says through his pants. His voice breaks and he turns his head to look Bradley in the eyes. Jake slots their mouths together and slides his tongue into Bradley’s mouth. He sucks gently on Bradley’s tongue before pulling away. There’s a wrecked look on Bradley’s face and Jake preens. “And you let me worry about how much I can take.” 

Bradley’s brows raise. There’s a look of shock and awe on his face and Jake reaches back to drag his fingers over Bradley’s face. 

“Let's go, Bradshaw. Wrap up and get the party started.” 

Bradley’s smile widens. The two fingers slide out of Jake’s body. Jake shivers at the glide moving out of him and bites back the broken noise at the loss. The condom tears and Jake shifts his feet wider. He plants his hands firmly on the wall. Bradley’s hands fall away. Jake bows his head, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to focus on everything but the need clawing at him. 

He’s not going to last. He already knows this. From watching Bradley get sweaty playing softball to him messily pressing kisses against Jake’s face as he walks him back into the dugout, Jake’s been needing this. 

Bradley grips Jake’s hip as he positions himself at Jake’s entrance. His hand is sturdy and Jake hisses at the initial burn. 

Two fingers weren’t enough but Jake’s too wound up to care. 

“Need me to stop?” Bradley grunts out. His thumb drags soothingly against Jake’s hip. 

Jake shakes his head. “Nah, I got this.” 

Bradley chuckles. “I know you do, baby, I know you do.” 

Jake sets his weight and lets Bradley sink in. It’s tight, almost too tight. His body is trying to stop the large intrusion but Jake lets out sharp breaths forcing himself to relax. Bradley slides in. His words are soft against Jake but Jake doesn’t hear them. His mind is numb with the searing feeling of being filled and his legs shake. 

It’s perfect. 

Bradley bottoms out and Jake whimpers at the feeling of their bodies being locked together. Bradley’s chest against his back and hips pressing against Jake’s skin. Jake makes a low noise and Bradley shushes him gently. 

“Just a second, Jake,” Bradley says against his ear, “need a second, feel too good.” 

“Not gonna last,” Jake grunts and Bradley makes a low noise. 

“Yeah, I know I’m not,” Bradley says tightly, “but if you’d give me a second-“

“Not you, dumb ass,” Jake cuts him off, “me.”

Bradley moans. His hips try to jerk deeper but he’s already balls deep in Jake. 

“Fuck,” Bradley grunts out, “fuck, fuck, ok. Lets get it started. I’ll do better tonight.”

Jake’s moans low in his throat and his eyes roll back. 

“Let me get you off now,” Bradley continues. His hips now pulling out and thrusting shallowly into Jake’s body. “Take you home after the bar later. Lay you out, make it last then. Take my time with you. Feel every inch of you.” 

Jake moans. 

“Yeah?” Jake asks. Bradley’s body is moving rhythmically now, nice and hard with the single intent to get them off quickly. “Rush my first time outdoors just to bring me home?”

Bradley grunts. His hand tightens on Jake’s hip as he thrusts deep into Jake. 

“Can’t say shit like that,” Bradley pants, “can’t say shit like that when I’m balls deep in ya.” 

Jake moans. 

“Turns you on being a first?”

Bradley grunts roughly. His body moving roughly and Jake sinks forward arching his back. Bradley sinks deeper and they both moan. It’s too much, the slide of their bodies. Jake grunts as he reaches down and jerks himself roughly. 

“Yeah, touch yourself,” Bradley grunts out, “touch yourself and get yourself off. Show me how good you feel.”

Jake spills over with a broken noise. His cum splashes against the wall and his hand. Bradley thrusts in a few more times before he thrusts in and empties himself into the condom, buried deep in Jake. 

Jake lets his head bow forward and he sucks in a deep breath. Light kisses pepper his neck sending a shiver through him. 

“Pretty good for a first time?” Bradley asks. His breaths are still sharp but Jake can still hear a lingering insecurity in his words. 

“Best one I’ve had so far,” Jake grunts as he shifts his weight trying to get Bradley out of him.

Bradley’s lips turn into a smile and Jake sighs softly. 

“We need to get cleaned up before I arrest you for public indecency.”

Bradley barks out a laugh and pulls out and Jake doesn’t think about the empty feeling as he misses the warmth no longer pressing against him.

[thereaderinsertlady]

🎃👻🍬 helo it is meee the melvinborg freak :333

Y'know those sexy school costumes where it's like, a really short skirt n shit? Well i wanna flip that. Sexy TEACHER outfit. The reader wears THAT and surprises borg with it. Like he comes home from a stressful day at work and the reader is wearing one of his lab coats over the costume (because 1. dramatic effect, 2. those outfits be COLD AS HELL reader need warmth, and 3. Melvinborg surely owns a labcoat yk) so he doesn't know theyre wearing it. The reader helps him relax, lets him sit on the couch or something, then they start talking about Halloween. Then they bring up costumes and BAM the lab coat comes off and the reader is revealed to be wearing sexy teacher outfit because knowledge is sexy as fuck yk yk. And uhhhh borg loses his mind. He just looks them up and down before dragging them to the bedroom (he has strong cyborg hand,, can throw reader over him shoulder very easy and carry them). And ykkkk he had a stressful day sooo blowing off steam may do him some good yk yk yk (sex he wants SE—)

Sorry 4 writing so so much I got carried away :333

I love cyborg coc— 💥

Hello,, my lovely dkmunrjfhjeri i love your littel brain xd. Also toootally didn't do this a day late lmao. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Melvinborg x Reader - Tiresome Day (Semi-NSFW)

It’s been a long day for Melvin– you could immediately tell as soon as he walked in through the front door. His weary footsteps echoed through the hallway, each one a testament to the day he had endured. When he stepped into the living room, you saw that his shoulders were slumped under the weight of fatigue, and his normally vibrant eyes were now dull and heavy.

You gave him a weak smile from your spot on the couch. “Hey darling. Tired?”

He released a deep sigh, opening his mouth to speak… only to squint at you when he saw what you were wearing. “Is that… one of my spare lab coats?”

“Is it?” You looked down at yourself, playing coy. “I really hadn’t noticed.”

Melvin rolled his eyes– in which you only now noticed that his robotic one seemed much duller than usual. “Sure you haven’t, you… unbaked poptart…” He flopped down onto the couch next to you.

"Unbaked poptart, huh? I think that's a new one," you teased, nudging him gently. When he didn’t respond, your hands migrated to his shoulders. “Though, it is a bit cold in here.”

He relaxed to your touched, letting you do as you pleased. “Is that why you’ve stolen my lab coat?” 

You chuckled softly, continuing to knead his shoulders. It felt weird trying to massage metal, but he seemed to enjoy it so you chose to keep going. "Well, you know, your lab coat has this certain... warmth to it. Plus, it makes me feel a little closer to you when you're away."

Melvin leaned into your touch, a faint smile playing on his lips as the tension melted away from his shoulders. "Fair enough. Just don't get any strange ideas about conducting experiments of your own."

“I make no promises.”

The next ten minutes continued in a similar manner, with him making mild comments and with you making him comfortable. As you worked on his back, you could sense the stress slowly dissipating. Melvin seemed to be gradually unwinding, the weariness of the day fading into the background.

Eventually, he let out a long, contented sigh. "You have magic hands, you know that?"

You grinned, giving his shoulders a final squeeze before leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Years of practice. It's all in the technique."

“Technique?” He snorted. “If you say so, my lovely. I guess all these years of shoulder and back rubbing is starting to pay off.”

You hummed thoughtfully in response, looking down at yourself… “Say,” you began randomly, “What do you want to be for Halloween?”

“You want me to dress up for Halloween again?” 

You nodded, mischief dancing in your eyes. "Of course! It's a tradition, isn't it? Last year's intergalactic explorers costume was a hit at the workplace. I think this year we should do something even more… exciting.”

Melvin took a moment to respond, thinking. “Well… we could do couples costumes. Something that’s different from one another, but has the general theme.”

“Well… what if I already have a costume picked out?” You said, trying not to smirk.

He looked down at you. “And what did you…” He trailed off, seeing that you had slid off his lab coat, revealing the outfit underneath.

You were wearing a sexy teacher’s outfit, showing a decent amount of skin. After a moment, you spread open your legs. “Do you like my outfit?” You fluttered your lashes at him. 

“I… love your outfit,” he said slowly, his hands going to your hips. 

“Do you?” You shifted around to where you were facing him. “Can you show me how much you love my outfit?”

The robotic half of himself made a soft whirring sound, slowly rubbing up and down your sides. “Were you… just sitting here, waiting for me to come home?”

“...Yes.” You gave him a slight giggle. “Yes, I suppose I was…”

His robotic hand went under your shirt, sending a slight chill up your spine. He was either extremely hot or extremely cold to the touch– no inbetween. Though, it was easy to warm him up…

“Tuh-Take off my shirt for me?” You whispered.

His hands went to your front, slowly unbuttoning your shirt for you. You were pretty sure he was purposely going slow. 

Once he had unbuttoned the shirt completely he tossed it to the side, completely focusing on you.

“How far do you want to take this?” He asked, keeping his hands away just for the moment.

“However far you want to go right now.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I know you’ve got to be tired, so you can do whatever you like.”

Melvin hummed in response, nuzzling your neck. “I can do whatever I like?” 

“Anything.”

A smirk slowly rose up across his features, rubbing his hands up and down your sides once again. He placed kisses along your neck, though occasionally nibbled and sucked your flesh, creating bright hickeys you’ll have to hide later.

You released soft noises, combing your fingers through his vibrant orange hair. You highly doubted your neighbors could hear your moans… but you were never certain if they could or not. Maybe they could hear you– maybe that’s why they never seem to be around outdoors. You didn’t know. And, you sooort of didn’t care, either.

“Melvin,” you mumbled, relaxing against him. 

He went further down, nibbling at your collarbone and shoulders. His mouth had a strange texture, being half metal and half normal, but it was very easy to get used to. 

After a while, he glanced back up at you. “Should we… move elsewhere?”

You paused, glancing around the living room. There were two windows, though it had curtains covering them…

“Let’s go to our bedroom,” you told him. 

You were about to stand up– but before you could, he picked you up as if you were a petite little princess, holding you carefully in his– somewhat– strong arms.

“Melvin!” Your face warmed, causing him to laugh. 

After adjusting his grip on you, he began to walk in the direction of the shared bedroom…

[saturday-byte]

Buzzer anatomy (over time) !!

I've had this in my mind for a disgustingly long time I have no clue why it took me so long to sit down and do it lmao

Also a bit of lore bc I don't think I've ever posted about it ?? Weird

So !! He was built almost at the same time as Rosetta , like 2 or 3 years after by a younger inventor inspired by her . The thing is , the red matter they used for her was the only kind And amount they had , so they made him work exclusively on steam and electricity

This (god knows how) still works for him as he Is conscious but his movements are incredibly stiff , so it's role is more like an attraction to it's hometown rather than a helper like it's sibling

When world war 1 was going to start , Peter Walter I was already running out of robots and metal to build them , so he resorted to picking up preexisting machines and fixing them into warriors with blue matter , which is what happened to him (still not enough materials around tho , this is why most of his wiring is exposed) (Rosetta got away by traveling and not telling anyone where she went)

After the fact they would have fixed him into his original more feminine build but he got away before that could happen , escaping the Rabbit-like fate he would have by being ok enough with a wildly malfunctioning body but that could at least move

Getting the weapons out of him was also in the plans , but even to this day it's still kind of afraid of letting anyone change how he looks too much . The various upgrades over time have made him run smoother tho , it's just more of a gradual thing

Lots of words there uh . Transgender robot attack 💥

[imactivethisblogwilleat]

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I (do I)

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it (say it)

Inside, we both know what's been going on (going on)

We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling

Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it (to say it)

Inside, we both know what's been going on (going on)

We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

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[noxexistant]

MY CAT TOLD ME SHE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR SPLASHER HCS ( TOTALLY REAL , SHE CAN SPEAK ENGLISH ) 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

- MYSTERY SPY ANON 🔥🔥🔥🔥‼‼‼💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🦅🦅🦅

what a talented kitty! how can i refuse a request like that?

(this was sent before the stair falling incident, so i can only assume that was a direct result of me taking too long with the splasher headcanons)

however! my special little guy time:

absolute loves candy, particularly boiled sweets like candy drops. lemon ones are his favourite - he loves sour stuff. he often spends his money from selling on penny candies, with no real restraint, because he can’t really conceptualise saving up for bigger stuff like the older kids can.

although, a big part of the reason he buys so many is so he can give them out to the other newsies who do have to save. especially newsies with big families, like elmer - although splasher considers even albert’s dad and two brothers a “big family”.

splasher’s mama died when he was barely a toddler, and he’s only got his pa left, but his pa doesn’t really…want him. he brought splasher out onto the streets one day when splasher was maybe six, led him on a long winding confusing journey through the boroughs until finally stopping at a street corner in manhattan and telling splasher to stay put, and then left. splasher was assuming he’d come back. …he didn’t.

splasher’s seen him a few times on the streets since, but the other newsies won’t let splasher go talk to him. albert has to be physically held back from decking the man. buttons glares at him fiercely.

tommy boy and buttons are the two who brought splasher home with them to the boarding house. they found him crying on the street corner where his pa left him, hours and hours after his pa had left. he initially refused to leave, babbling through his tears, adamant that he had to wait because his pa was coming back, but tommy hauled him up and splasher was so exhausted and sad he basically just melted onto tommy’s shoulder.

the bounciest, most restless boy ever. always beaming. he is a nightmare at bed time - he’s like a puppy, just running around and wriggling and playing until he suddenly runs out of steam like a switch being flipped and falls asleep the moment he touches a flat surface. although, he can’t sleep by himself. he has to be sharing a bunk with someone, ideally with two someones so he can be tucked between them. (it’s almost like being tucked between parents.)

[sw33t-oubliette]

♪

"i can feel it when you say you love me / ooo you get me mecto amore / and the curcuitry between you and me / it starts with mecto amore" mecto amore by steam powered giraffe 💥

[crusherthedoctor]

❣️, 💥, 👾, 🤖 (and 💙 :P)

❣️ Favourite Game?

Mania is still #1 for me. To make a long story short, this game is top tier for me in most of the ways that count. Gameplay, visuals, music, attention to detail, references that are actually clever, the whole shebang. The story might be mildly disjointed compared to something like S3&K, but it doesn't bother me too much. I love this game to death, and it steams my hams that fans have took to ignoring its success in order to prop up Frontiers.

Likewise, second place still goes to S3&K for similar reasons. The rest of my favourites include (in chronological order) Sonic 1 and 2, CD, SA1, the Advance trilogy, Rush Adventure, console Colours, and console Generations.

💥 Favourite Boss Fight?

To list which ones come to mind:

The entire Death Egg-Doomsday Zone confrontation. One of the strongest endgames to any Sonic game, and one of Eggman's finest moments. S3&K as a whole did a fantastic job in firmly cementing how dedicated and hands-on the doctor can be when he's portrayed at his best, and it's wonderfully capped off with this crazy bonanza of "For fuck sake, he's STILL not done?" The Great Eggman Robo is also an imposing design with how it looms.

Egg Viper and Perfect Chaos in SA1. The former for being a decent challenge and the epic as hell defeat animation ("Watch out, he's up to something!"), the latter for being possibly the only 3D Super Sonic fight that isn't complete shit, even if it is a little janky.

Sonic VS Shadow on the A.R.K. The atmosphere and music really make it work.

Deep Core is pretty underrated. A fun shoot 'em up boss, and the Egg WIzard has some creative and eye-catching attacks thanks to the Jeweled Scepter.

Egg Dragoon for bringing out the aggression from Sonic and Eggman alike, as well as the sheer intensity of the fight itself. You know it has to be good when even a certified Non-Fan of Unleashed like me fully approves of it.

Egg Reverie for neatly avoiding a certain undesirable event by instead settling on a three way deathmatch. The music's great, the background is hypnotic, and I love how the timer is inflicted with N64 cartridge tilting-style glitching.

The Mega Death Egg Robot in Forces may have been just okay as an actual fight, but I really, really love the sound design that went into it, as seemingly minor as that may be to some. And Eggman being mad enough to have a second mech inside the first one ala Doomsday Zone is peak... him.

Oh, look at that, most of them are Eggman! Guess the other villains need to try a bit harder, huh?

👾 Favourite handheld title?

Advance 2 was my first Sonic game, and I also think it's probably the most well-balanced of the trilogy (Special Stage rings and needing to get the Emeralds as all four characters to unlock Amy aside), so I'll go with that one.

Second place is a tie between Advance 1 and Rush Adventure. Can't decide which won edges out. :P

🤖 Favourite robot?

I struggle to pick an Eggman-made example because that would require listing every robot he has ever made that isn't Belle. If I had to pick one - one that counts as an actual character mind you - then the Hard-Boiled Heavies for being my kind of quirky and fun. <3

For a NON-Eggman example... uh... this narrows it down by quite a lot. Emerl was good, wasn't he?

💙 Favourite IDW character?

...I'll go with Simp Era Starline, and maybe Tangle before the flanderization set in.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

🍷 Do you drink and write?

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💖 What made you start writing?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

sorry about all of them dszjhgaier you don't have to answer all of 'em!

KDJFKSDJFKDJ WHY LMAO

decided to single-handedly complete this ask game 😭

💖🏆🦅 have been answered here!

i'd link the "send me more asks" thing but i think all the questions have now been answered ksjdflsdkjf

✨ give you and your writing a compliment. go on now. you know you deserve it 😉

ehhhhhh i can write emotions well?? mostly with angst i think, like the chaotic thoughts and physical sensations that happen during angsty scenes IDK I'M NOT GOOD AT AFFIRMING MYSELF ;-;

🎶 do you listen to music while you write? what song have you been playing on loop lately?

depends on my focus level! for a while i had @chaotic-on-main generate a fluff playlist for me as i was writing the cuter parts of matcha. sometimes if i'm angsty i'll listen to music. a recent listen has been this:

🛠 what tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

i used zenwriter for a while! but now i've just moved onto using google docs because adhd makes it so that i can't get myself to write if i dedicate my night to writing, but i can get myself to start writing if i'm doing it while gaming 👁️👄👁️

⛔ do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

SO MANY MY GOD i have a canonverse one for aot that was the first thing i wrote, but i scrapped it because i was eh about the story and characterization. i published some excerpts but the actual fic is just kinda sitting in my folder all lonely

🙋‍♀️ do any irl people know you write fanfic?

some do! i've kinda realized that fanfic is like the Thing™ that i do. what do i do on weekends when i'm letting off steam? i write. it's like the one area where i dont rly feel like an imposter if that makes sense??? anyways i say i like writing and if they ask i will say fanfiction lol. there are definitely some irls i'm more willing to share to than others though

🍦 what's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

hmmm including unpublished? honestly probably still matcha because it's like a modern au and isn't surrounded by death and angst like most of my fics are skdjfksjdf

🍷 do you drink and write?

hmmm i dont think i've written after drinking, but definitely after smoking!

🍆 do you write the spicy stuffs? if so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

OH YOU BET, although reminder of the fun fact that i did NOT intend to publish smut at ALL when i first revived this blog and now look where i am dkflsdkjf i have a bunch of short drabbles that have gained traction because we're all horny with short attention spans djjksjfks if we're strictly talking about oneshots, i think it would be this one if we're including longer drabbles, i'd say this one

🌞 do you have a preferred time of day to write?

ehhh, writing at night is most convenient? i'll do it whenever the writing juices hit tho. i do like writing late into the night (like 12am-3am) because i can focus the best, but i can't stay up that late most nights u.u

💌 how do you feel about comments and feedback?

i love comments! feedback less so. do not provide unless i ask. any improvements in writing style will come from me. providing unsolicited feedback is one of the fastest way to getting blocked. i'm already disengaging from conversations regarding word count or use of y/n, so this entire topic makes me all skdfjkdsjf even if it doesn't directly involve my writing

💲 would you ever open commissions?

ehhhh if people are ever willing to pay? i feel like fanfic is just so available everywhere that people aren't really willing to pay for it? i've opened up tips a few years ago and nothing happened so i'm just eh about it

🎨 how do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I WOULD LOVE IT but do not expect it lol

🤗 what advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

write to your heart's content and if anyone shames you for being cringey, having a mary sue oc/reader, writing ooc or whatever, i would gladly unkindly tell them to fuck off for you 💕 but honestly, just write! you'll form your own style and process and it's the most organic way to begin writing. it'll teach you to write and pour your soul into it for YOU and not because you're trying to live up to anyone's expectations

😬 which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

OH MY GOD i wrote a mini-fic for WoW and it's literally in a folder in my google docs titled "things we can forget that exist"

📚 would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

eh. publishing it means opening it up for critique and having tangible expectations. so probably not.

⌛ how long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

depends on the adhd gremlin. can range from 1-2 hours all the way up to like 3 weeks or a few months for the oneshots i keep forgetting about ksdjfksdjf

🤯 what's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc)?

hmm...maybe action? i love writing battle scenes, but idk if they're written well enough for someone that's freshly reading to know what the fuck is going on lol

💔 is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

anything on my angst list makes me want to cry or resulted from me crying LMAO there is a hurt/comfort one that i wrote on a topic i struggle with a lot and will occasionally summon the feels when i reread it but it ends happy sooooo

💥 how do you feel about criticism?

refer back to what i said about getting feedback. do not provide unless i ask. if i know you, i'll ask you to stop. if i do not know you, then you will be blocked.

🤭 do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

i think i use "pls i need him so bad" a lot LMAO because anything i produce quickly is motivated by me desperately needing the affection of levi ackerman and his cock

🥰 how do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

i love questions! i love it when people are screaming in the comments over cliffhangers! or even some that DM me with reactions and i'm just like 🤭 the entire time

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Okay fine you ridiculous human being who I adore wholeheartedly:

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

so there!

oh boy, I've probably got multiple that have literally zero kudos since i imported a bunch from my really old fic LJ back in the day. XD

Aight, I have TWO with absolutely no kudos whatsoever, and they're both older.

One is Saturdaystuck, which was the theoretical introduction to a homestuck AU of a couple of my OCs and a couple of my wife's OCs. I entirely understand why it has no kudos - it has NO context as to who these people even are, and it's only like 1k words of pesterlog. That said, I think I did a pretty good job capturing the four of them in chatlog form and I'm still kind of fond of it.

The other one is Fellowship of the Greenholms, which is from my LotR phase uuuuh nearly 20 years ago now. Literally, y'all can read a fic I wrote twenty years ago. How wild is that? It's an unfinished and abandoned chapterfic about Sam Gamgee's adult children and their children, obviously after LotR is long done. It was heavily inspired by the works of one of my favorite fic writers, who went by BaylorSR at the time (and is just Baylor on AO3 now. You can find all the fics that inspired me on there! :D)

The action mostly focused on the kids of Elanor Gamgee, specifically the middle four (most of whom were not listed in the appendices so I made them up myself). It reached 6k words before I lost steam, which was long for me in 2003, and I'm actually pretty proud of it still. It's not the best writing in the world, but considering I wrote it when I was 17 I think it's pretty damn good. GOOD JOB ME. (the date on AO3 was the date I posted it to Stories of Arda, but I'd had it written for a fair bit by the time I did that, originally posting it on my geocities site.)

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✨ What is Egg Shooter? ✨

🌟 What kind of game is ‘Earthlings Land’? 🌍🌍🌍

🌸 Hi, everyone! How are you today? 🌸 Did you enjoy our last story about sidekicks? 🚲✨ It’s so much fun to imagine the adventures waiting for us in Earthlings Land, isn’t it? 😍 Even though the Metaverse game is still under development 🤔, don’t worry! 💕 We’re here to bring you all the fun and excitement from this magical world 🌏, bit by bit, so you can start to picture the big adventure ahead!

And today, we’ve got something just as exciting as sidekicks! 🥁✨ Introducing… Egg Shooter! 🎈✨

EARTH-APPARATUS Egg Shooter EGGSPLODE

🥚 What is Egg Shooter? 🎯✨

Have you seen the Egg Shooter NFT yet? 🥚🎨 Doesn’t it look so quirky and fun? 😆 I absolutely adore its comical and playful vibe! What did you think when you saw it? I’d love to know!

Egg Shooter is one of the many mini-games being developed in Earthlings Land 🎮. And here’s some big news: this mini-game is going to be released on Steam, the famous PC gaming platform! 🎉💻 I was so thrilled to hear this because I’ve bought games on Steam before, and they have some of the best titles! To think Earthlings Land will have a mini-game there—how cool is that?

🌟 Introducing EGGSPLODE! 🌟

The mini-game’s title is EGGSPLODE! 🥚💥 In this game, you’ll compete by firing eggs at other players and making them explode—sounds like so much chaotic fun! 🎯✨

But it’s not just about the eggs! The game will let you explore the beautiful terrains of Earthlings Land 🌏, like snowy mountains, deep forests, vast deserts, the ocean, and even underground areas! ❄️🌳🏜️🌊 Isn’t that exciting? It’s like a sneak peek into the bigger world of Earthlings Land, wrapped up in a fast-paced, eggy competition! 🥚✨

🛒 Egg Shooter + Marketplace Fun! 🛒✨

Here’s another cool detail: you can buy the Egg Shooter in the game’s Marketplace! 🥚💎 And guess what? The eggs used in EGGSPLODE need to be purchased from the villages or towns in Earthlings Land! 🌟

This means the game creates a clever system where eggs become valuable. The more people who want to play EGGSPLODE, the more demand there is for eggs—and yes, that means you can even make money by producing eggs! 🐔💰 Isn’t that such a smart and exciting idea?

🌸 My Egg-Citing Wish! 🌸

Okay, here’s a little dream of mine—what if there was an egg production mini-game? 🥚💕 Imagine this: you’d care for your chickens 🐔, and your love and attention would affect the quality and quantity of the eggs they produce!

If you care for them just a little, you’d still get eggs, but not too many.

If you care for them perfectly, you’d get a ton of eggs—and maybe even a golden egg! 🌟✨

Wouldn’t that be adorable? 😍 Of course, this is just my idea (lol), but since Earthlings Land is all about creativity and fun, who knows what they’ll come up with?

🎮 Let’s Chat! 💬✨

Have you ever played a shooting game like EGGSPLODE? Are you good at them? Or do you think you’d enjoy relaxing and producing eggs instead? 🐔💕 Let me know your thoughts in the comments—I’m so curious to hear what excites you most about this mini-game!

🌸 Thank you so much for hanging out with me today! 💕 It’s always such a joy to share all the exciting things about Earthlings Land with you! 🌏✨ Let’s chat again soon, okay? Until then, stay adventurous and keep dreaming big! See you next time! Bye-bye! 🌈🌟😊