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I am dead serious when I say that you guys need to start giving writers feedback more often. I have a fic here that has a total of 4015 notes and only 218 aren't likes. So, let me break this down for you a bit.

Of 4015 notes, 186 are reblogs and 32 are comments. Two reblogs, as well as comments, are mine so I'll subtract them from the equation making the total number of notes 4011 (184 rbs, 30 comments, 3,797 likes).

Of the 184 reblogs, 16 are private, meaning they're absolutely useless in spreading and sharing the piece. The remaining 168 consists of 136 reblogs falling under "other reblogs" while only 32 fall under "comments and tags." And of the 32 under "comments and tags," only 9 have something besides a copy of the tags that I included in my initial post.

The 184 reblogs make up 4.6% of the total notes, the reblogs under "comments and tags" make up 0.8% of the total notes, and the reblogs under "comments and tags" with anything besides tags copied from the initial post make up 0.2% of the total notes.

At one point, I reblogged the post, asking if anyone wanted a part two. That's when I got my first comments. The first 6 comments were in response to that, and of the 30 total comments (excluding my own), only two were unrelated to a part two. Which means I can guarantee that I wouldn't have had that many comments had I not posed the question of a sequel fic.

And if I add those 2 comments to the 9 reblogs, I get 0.3% of the total notes on my post that make up the portion of notes that aren't likes, empty reblogs, or comments about a part two. And that's me being generous because two of the reblogs actually do mention a part two.

I also posted a poll asking what people wanted in part two, and that poll got 238 votes. That is 54 people more who voted for what they wanted in a part two that didn't reblog or help push part one.

Don't get me wrong, I love seeing people in my notifs liking my posts, but sometimes it's just not enough. It is utterly exhausting waking up to multiple hundreds of notifications and not seeing a single person compliment your work. You guys will like stuff, follow, and then head straight to the inbox asking for more. I know it's been said a hundred times before, but we are not machines; we do this for free in our spare time.

The post in question was written when I was tired out of my mind, and I ended up not liking it, so I let it sit in my drafts. I briefly mentioned it on my blog and was met with one of my followers showing interest in the idea, which prompted me to revise, edit, and post it. It was a gift, as are all fics and pieces of art by writers and artists on this site, and yet it was treated like a commodity.

When people say it's unmotivating they're not kidding. When I had 100+ asks in my inbox, all of them being requests, I felt like I had the worst case of writers block known to man. I would open my inbox and immediately close it because the idea of posting anything knowing the only response would be more requests, was awful.

When people leave little messages in the tags, full-blown commentary, or kind messages in my inbox referencing posts, I feel more motivated than ever. Those responses are what drives me to write more. But when I, and other writers, are being treated like we're here to cook up whatever fantasisies you have in mind, I can't help but side-eye a little.

We wouldn't write if we didn't enjoy it, but the moment it feels like a job, it becomes that much less enjoyable, and then everybody loses. Just send a kind message to your favorite writers every once in a while. I promise it'll make their day.

I would also like to say that as I've written this, I've seen more people like that post. So, there's that.

#seconding this

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pairing: jason x reader

synopsis: you woke up before jason feeling needy

content warnings: smut, sleepy sex, pet names (princess), fingering, use of the word panties (just once i think unless i changed it)

word count: 975

you woke up before jason, his soft rhythmic breaths sounding from his side of the bed.

at first, you didn’t want to move in fear of waking him. you knew he was a light sleeper (if he managed to get any sleep at all), but you couldn’t help yourself. he just looked so pretty.

shifting forward ever so slightly, your body now close enough to admire his face. you gaze first landing on his eyelashes, which where unfairly long in your opinion, then they shifted to his nose with was slightly crooked, from being broken one too many times. your eyes moved to his hair, the soft strands, currently a mess on his head, they framed his face perfectly. the white streak contrasting the dark locs on the rest of his head. you’d kill to run your fingers through them or grip them while he was between your thighs it’s a miracle he doesn’t wake when you give into the urge to do just that. 

ever so slightly your fingers brush through hair framing his face. you convinced yourself it was to move them out of his face and not because you wanted to “accidentally” wake him up to soothe the ache growing between your thighs. it doesn’t help when your eyes travel down further and find his bare chest.

your mind wandered to him coming home, he most likely slipped through your window. his heavy boots stomping onto your hardwood floors as he dragged his sleep ridden body to your bedroom, only stopping to triple check the locks were in place. he probably began to undress himself when he finally made it into your bedroom, fingers going to press the release button on his helmet with a click before setting aside. next he probably stripped off the heavy armored layers of his suit and then tossed them haphazardly somewhere in the room. doing the same with his dirty boots.

your point only seeming to be proven when you noticed the clothes splayed out in the corner of your room. you’re attention was only off of him for a second though because it was back on his sleeping figure within seconds of your realization. unfortunately for you imagining him stripping down to get into bed only had you squeezing your thighs together for some relief.

luckily for you though, he stirred awake while your mind was elsewhere. a soft sleep laced groan was heard followed by his voice

“princess.” his raspy voice snapping you out of your fantasy 

Seemingly able to know what you were thinking without you vocalizing it, his hands find your hips. calloused hands sliding over the lace. chapped lips suckle at your neck. filling the room with your soft whimpers. his hand traveling further down your hips, tracing the lace before his forefinger finds the edge of your underwear, peeling it aside as his hand slips underneath them. 

his hand lazily slides further into your underwear. finding you completely drenched.

“this all for me?” he mumbles the question into your skin, not really expecting an answer, not that you could anyways because almost as soon as he said that his finger finds your puffy little clit. his finger rubbing tight circles onto the bud.

in response your hand found his arm, nails digging into it, leaving crescent shaped marks on skin.

breathless moans escaping your lips, despite how you tried to muffle them by tucking your face into your pillow. his hand slipped further down threatening to slip into your desperate hole, but he stops before they do. collecting your slick and spreading it over your folds before pulling them out altogether.

his slick coated fingers find their way to your lips, an unspoken command for you to suck them, and you do. your parched lip’s part and you greedily swallow what he gives you. you run your tongue over the digits moaning around them. he pulls them out with a pop.

“please.” a whine escaped you when he pulled them out. without giving you a chance to elaborate his lips found yours. he moaned finally tasting you. his tongue glides over yours and his hands slip down your body; only stopping to take a few moments to tweak at your pebbled nipples before sliding down to where you wanted him the most. pulling your underwear down just enough to give him access.

and without missing a beat he reached down to pull the band of his underwear down to reveal himself. he gave himself a few teasing strokes before lining himself up with your heat. Your breath hitching when you caught sight of him. unconsciously you began to rock against him. His hands move to your hips to still them.

his eyes flicker from your body to your eyes, silently asking if this was okay. you nod vigorously, lips parting with a silent plea.

moments later you feel the pleasurable stretch of him burying himself into you. your hands scratching at his back as he fucks into you. desperate moans fill the room as your sweaty bodies collide.

you feel yourself reaching the edge. His hand slides down to sloppily rub at your clit to push you over the edge. Before you can stop yourself, not that you wanted to, white hot pleasure burns through your body as you cum. your tight cunt squeezing him and like a ripple effect it sends him into his own orgasm. He buries his face into your shoulder biting down ever so slightly. he collapses ontop of you as he comes down. sliding out of you he kisses your forehead affectionately. you wince slightly as he pulls out. 

“good morning” he mumbles into your sweaty skin. and you kiss him, a lot gentler this time, reciprocating his greeting. post-orgasimic bliss surrounds you both as you yawn. and you both start to drift off again.

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a/n: this fic was supposed to be something completely different. it was supposed to be a quick fix about Jason's nose( a fluffy piece about admiring his scars and stuff). I started this at about 2 am and wrote until 4 in the morning. then i came back and added some more this afternoon. okay, that's all from me. hopefully, there will be more bc I want to write more consistently, and since summer is soon, we'll see. shout out to ungoldy hour bc i was playing that and chappell roan while writing, i love chappell roan sm.

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#awooga i’m staring so disrespectfully

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plz sir a jason todd for the soul <3 you draw him so cute <3

helmet hair!

#helmet hair *drools*

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i need to suck this man's clit. (trans jason...)

#jaybird.char #ardent longing

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No thoughts, just Jason being a simp. Jason who sees you in the most boxy pajamas and starts drooling. Jason who blushes while watching you snore. Jason whose heart starts pounding every time you tell him you love him, despite having been together for several years. Jason who not only loves you, is your best friend, and your boyfriend, but also who just has a literal crush on you. Jason who stutters when you smile at him. Jason who literally trips over his own two feet when he sees you in formal attire. Jason whose entire camera roll is pictures of you: some wholesome, some not so much.

Some of them are pictures you let him take of you when he's fucking your brains out. He has a secret folder for them. Pictures of his grip on your waist. Pictures of your nipples twisted in his fingers. Pictures of his hands on your ass. Pictures of your hands on yourself. Pictures of his hands holding your thighs open. Pictures of the bites he leaves on your thighs. And more more more pictures.

But then there's the pictures from after. There's the pictures of you asleep on his chest. The pictures of your legs tangled together. Pictures of you hiding your face in his neck. Pictures of you the next morning putting on clothes to walk out and go to the bathroom.

God forbid he remembers the photo of you wearing his boxers or he might just end up fucking you again.

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mutual masturbation with jason <3 just walking into the bedroom and he's there trying to relieve some stress but not really feeling like he's able to deal with the innate vulnerability that comes with sex. seeing his face light up at the sight of you before his eyes roll back and his mouth opens as a whine is pulled out of his vocal cords when his thumb rubs along the slit of his cock. stripping down some and flopping onto the bed near him, pressing your leg against his but not making a move to reach your hand out to touch him. instead you slowly slide a hand down your torso before gently dragging your nails up and down your inner thigh while watching him enjoy himself. just laying there watching each other masturbate, comfortable and not trying to hit an orgasm or pleasure the other but still enjoying the feelings all the same...

#jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #red hood x reader #red hood smut #jason todd imagine #jaybird.char

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mdni

𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷..

who knows it could ruin the friendship, but at the moment doesn't give a fuck when his head is shoved between your thighs eating you out as if you were his last meal

best friend Jason who groans desperately into your pussy while your thighs almost choke him out as nasty sounds leave your lips and your hand grips his hair until his scalp burns.

best friend Jason who fucks you slowly against the wall, relishing in the breathy moans that flow from you to his ears. he's fueled by the desperate way you attempt to cling onto him for support and he slips himself deeper and deeper, tickling your cervix.

best friend Jason, who whimpers disgustingly explicit things in your ear after he feels you tighten your legs around his waist while he begins to pick up the pace (I RHYMED) filling the room with the wet sounds of sweaty skin colliding.

#drooling over this ngl

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i’m thinking unholy thoughts

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no but imagine Jason Todd with his big, strong, callused hands holding on to your hips for dear life while you ride him till dawn.

oh and he for sure whimpers.

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imagine jason absolutely covered in hickeys, bite marks, and scratches. hissing and muttering little "ow"s when he accidentally bumps his hip or arm against a counter or door frame. pressing down on them to feel the dull, pleasant pain when he's missing you out on patrol or settling down to sleep. smiling every time he looks in the mirror because how can he hate the marks others have left on him when they provide a background for the ones you've loving left.

o.o his suit getting torn (ignore that he definitely wears a shit ton of armor) and the person he's fighting is just like "woah man either hood is fighting with the bats again or there's some new person who's gonna wreck everyone's shit"

#jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #red hood smut #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jaybird.char

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apologies for the people who don't get clitoral erections... also if you aren't aware of what they are highly recommend looking them up theyre a big part of why i love vaginas so much...

so we've all talked about how much jason would love to make you squirt or how much of a pussy slut he is (MAN IS MUNCH!!!) but i'm also a very big believer in him absolutely loving his partner getting clitoral erections. it's part of him just thinking nothing is hotter than physical proof of how turned on you are. but it's also just how beautiful a swollen clit peaking out of it's hood is while all flushed with blood.

and if your labia also swell along with your clit better believe this man is sucking on each side one at a time like nothing has ever mattered more in his life. saying soft little apologies as he brings you to an orgasm with almost just stimulation on your swollen, and thus more sensitive clit. pressing a kiss to your clit afterwards and smiling slightly when your entire body jerks and writhes as it both tries to get away and get closer.

#jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #red hood smut #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jaybird.char

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i’m gonna be honest the only thing i can think about right now is pegging jason… writing is taking a bit but i could provide part two to the audios if people want that?

#ardent longing #jaybird.char

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She'll fuck me if I cook good enough I know it

#personally this is me @ jason and probably jason @ anyone he dates

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Jason Todd has abs you could grate cheese on.

no i will not elaborate

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I think that Jason Todd is the type that work out but will never say no to a cookie so yeah hes strong and shit but he got that lil tummy I'll die on that hill

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WEHRE IS THE FREAKING AUDIO SJDGDHDH!?1??? YOU DONT SAY

it’s posted! enjoy ;)

#ardent longing