snazzyspider

[snazzyspider]

hi guys how are we all

been absent lately cause im too busy being a whore n writing abt me n my friends dnd characters having vicious violent hate sex with her

they are an epic duo and i will gladly yap abt them if anyone so much as implies interest

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has anyone done this yet

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thinking abt mac <3 thinking abt temperature play with mac <3 projecting <3

pov me projecting on mac and thinking abt them running a melting ice cube along your nipples, down the curves of your body and to your clit,,, rubbing it with the ice as the cold water dribbles down your folds and lapping fervently at your clit as they sloowly push it inside you. the cold burn of the ice amplifies the pleasure they provide tenfold,, each pass of your body results in another ice cube slipping inside of you until you cum against their greedy mouth... yea. brain no work!!!

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LET THIS TREND DIE. I CANT THERES NO WAY LOL

can you blow my whistle baby 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

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YOURE SO SWEET 😭😭❤️❤️❤️ AND YOURE WELCOME!!!! im just happy that you enjoy what i put out n that i can help!

AND YOURE THE BEST HELLO!?! i always look forward to your reblogs and you were lowk one of my very first mutuals so ILYSM!!!! u always give me such a good laugh n your energy is so infectious ❤️

mac painting your nails !? <3

i had a thought and i have no motiv for my smut fics atm. but like,,, i had this idea after painting my own nails SO imagine how cute painting your nails with mac would be? <3 (or rather, THEM painting YOUR nails bc why would they ever let you do that yourself)

You watch with keen eyes as Mac delicately coats your index nail in a layer of polish- a bright, sunny yellow they had picked themself, commenting that it 'compliments your eyes.' Always a flatterer, they insisted on painting your nails for you.

And so you sit on the couch with them, wrapped up in blankets while they keep your hand steady and meticulously paint your nails. Their hand is warm and soft, grip feather-light and yet so stable. Each slip-up of the brush is met with an unsatisfied scrunch of their nose; their hands are covered in streaks of yellow polish from where they'd swiped away imperfections.

You're left to admire Mac as they work- their messy black locks hang just over their forehead, glasses crooked and sliding down their nose (they're constantly pausing to push them further up). Their lip is pouty and brows creased with laser focus, squinting as they ensure that every centimeter of your nails are coated in polish.

When they finish with applying the polish, they smother you in fleeting kisses while fanning your hands dry, cracking techie jokes that make you giggle and whispering into your ear in that sultry tone that they know makes you blush. They get so caught up in their romance that they nearly forget to apply top coat. Nearly.

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UGH ILYSM BARBIE ❤️❤️❤️ im sorry u had a bad night girl!!! ik were just silly people on a silly blog app n we dont know each other well but if u ever need to talk to anyone abt anything u can hmu anytime <3

mac painting your nails !? <3

i had a thought and i have no motiv for my smut fics atm. but like,,, i had this idea after painting my own nails SO imagine how cute painting your nails with mac would be? <3 (or rather, THEM painting YOUR nails bc why would they ever let you do that yourself)

You watch with keen eyes as Mac delicately coats your index nail in a layer of polish- a bright, sunny yellow they had picked themself, commenting that it 'compliments your eyes.' Always a flatterer, they insisted on painting your nails for you.

And so you sit on the couch with them, wrapped up in blankets while they keep your hand steady and meticulously paint your nails. Their hand is warm and soft, grip feather-light and yet so stable. Each slip-up of the brush is met with an unsatisfied scrunch of their nose; their hands are covered in streaks of yellow polish from where they'd swiped away imperfections.

You're left to admire Mac as they work- their messy black locks hang just over their forehead, glasses crooked and sliding down their nose (they're constantly pausing to push them further up). Their lip is pouty and brows creased with laser focus, squinting as they ensure that every centimeter of your nails are coated in polish.

When they finish with applying the polish, they smother you in fleeting kisses while fanning your hands dry, cracking techie jokes that make you giggle and whispering into your ear in that sultry tone that they know makes you blush. They get so caught up in their romance that they nearly forget to apply top coat. Nearly.

[snazzyspider]

mac painting your nails !? <3

i had a thought and i have no motiv for my smut fics atm. but like,,, i had this idea after painting my own nails SO imagine how cute painting your nails with mac would be? <3 (or rather, THEM painting YOUR nails bc why would they ever let you do that yourself)

You watch with keen eyes as Mac delicately coats your index nail in a layer of polish- a bright, sunny yellow they had picked themself, commenting that it 'compliments your eyes.' Always a flatterer, they insisted on painting your nails for you.

And so you sit on the couch with them, wrapped up in blankets while they keep your hand steady and meticulously paint your nails. Their hand is warm and soft, grip feather-light and yet so stable. Each slip-up of the brush is met with an unsatisfied scrunch of their nose; their hands are covered in streaks of yellow polish from where they'd swiped away imperfections.

You're left to admire Mac as they work- their messy black locks hang just over their forehead, glasses crooked and sliding down their nose (they're constantly pausing to push them further up). Their lip is pouty and brows creased with laser focus, squinting as they ensure that every centimeter of your nails are coated in polish.

When they finish with applying the polish, they smother you in fleeting kisses while fanning your hands dry, cracking techie jokes that make you giggle and whispering into your ear in that sultry tone that they know makes you blush. They get so caught up in their romance that they nearly forget to apply top coat. Nearly.

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I feel so ashamed for being so down bad for this computer like when is it time to chill out

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this made me cackle omfg

I genuinely don't know what came over me

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hehehe I haven’t been an emoji anon in sooo long. it’s been 3 years I think. - 🍡

hehe well i am SO glad that youre here and i rly appreciate u flooding my inbox <3 keep up the hard work dear anon, i see it all even if i dont always reply

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anon list

Just compiling my anons here. Asks by my emoji anons will get a mild priority over other asks.

For my anons: I love you all SO much <3 you guys are some of the sweetest people ever and I'm so glad that you continue to return to my blog n' feel comfortable to express yourselves here. I appreciate you so much.

Current Anons: 🍡, 🪽

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OMG IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!! i gnaw at the iron bars of my enclosure waiting for mac

Mac Bandmate AU Chapter 1

Thank you to @snazzyspider and @berriblossom for the idea! I also give credit to pcthos on AO3 for the idea to use Discord screenshots. I loved how they used them in their fic

No Mac yet, be patient

Terminated.

You tried to log into your work system time and time again in disbelief. The logical part of you knew that you were let go, but you still tried to convince yourself otherwise. Yet the same single-word message appeared on your screen with every site refresh. 

“No..this can’t be right.” You choked; the lump in your throat made you croak like a frog.

God, you wanted to break down and cry. You had just secured this job, and you had already lost it for reasons you didn’t even know. This had to be some sort of violation of your employee rights.

“Fuck—I can’t handle this right now”.

Nothing was going right in your life, not now and not for the past few years. You lost your passions, most of your friends, and your lovely grandparent who gifted this home to you in their will. And now you’ve lost your job, for who knows how many times. Soon, you wouldn’t be able to afford to live in this spacious house if things kept up this way.

Snatching your phone from the table, you force your way out of your office. You couldn’t stand to look at your computer screen anymore. Tears blur your vision and dare to stream out as you message the only person you can, venting to her. It feels like an eternity staring at the paragraph you sent to your best friend, Skylar, waiting for a response. The longer you wait, the worse the knot in your stomach tangles. Eventually, you decide that staring at your Thiscord messages wasn’t going to make Skylar reply any faster. You know that she is probably in the middle of work right now, and it’s unreasonable to expect an instant reply from her.

You manage to calm yourself down after some time. You know you should be searching for a new job as soon as possible, but you just were not in the right headspace to be thinking about jobs right now. Getting up, you stumble over a black square beside your couch. “Damn amp…I should seriously move it, it’s not like I have a use for it anymore”. You yank the old bass amp from the corner and haul it upstairs, across the hall, and into the attic beside your other old music junk. 

Before leaving the attic, however, you pause, taking in what was once your whole life. A stiff gig bag sat upright against the wall. Your bass, a multitude of colorful cables, pedals, picks, and whatnot plumped the thick fabric. A music stand with a dusty book, A Modern Method For Bass, and a sticker with your old band's logo stared back at you, tantalizing you to make use of it again.

A tug pulls at your heartstrings. Nostalgia? Regret? Maybe a mix of the two, but whatever it was, it controlled your actions. You practically run to unpack everything, feverishly plugging in cables. You quickly tune, the action so familiar it still feels like second nature even though you haven’t trained your ears in years.

You play a simple scale, warming your fingers up. The vibrations from the amp travel through the floor, to your feet, and up your body. The feeling rejuvenated your soul.

You ended up spending way more time than it felt like in the attic, fingering your bass. By the time you slipped out of your trance, you completely forgot about your depressing situation, or the burn in your eyes from dried tears. You had forgotten how much you loved music; you needed the reminder.

After the cesspool of drama that resulted in the split of your old band, you thought you had put off music for good. But maybe you should give it a shot again. It was decided. You missed writing music, and more than that, you also missed the feeling of playing in sync with others. You wanted to start another band. The only problem was that you didn’t talk to anyone besides Skylar nowadays, let alone anyone who could play an instrument. Most of the members of your old band were definitely off limits after what happened, but there was one person who you didn’t think hated your guts, Miranda. She was the singer and lead guitarist for the band, and you were the closest with her at the time. Out of everyone else, she stuck by you until the end. Grabbing your phone, you pull up her old Thiscord handle, the last messages between you two being from years ago. Hopefully, she still uses this account. 

You send her a message, and surprisingly, you get a response almost instantly.

The feeling of excitement washes over you. You haven’t had the pleasure of feeling this giddy for what felt like forever. You decide to move all of your music things back into the living room downstairs, where they once resided, since you’d definitely be using them much more often now. You’re about to move the last item downstairs when a rapid string of messages illuminates your phone from across the attic, from Skylar, no doubt, followed by the sound of your ringtone. You hurry and answer the call.

“Oh my goodness, you finally picked up. I am so, so sorry about your termination and for responding so late and—”

“Whoa, slow down, Skylar. There’s no need to be sorry. I’m feeling great right now, so you didn’t leave me to die or anything.” You cut her off.

“Oh! Well, that’s amazing. I was expecting you to be way more upset and depressed about this. Did something good happen?”

“Oh, nothing, I just picked up my bass for the first time since college and now I’m getting a new band started.” Sarcasm and giddiness fill your tone.

“Oh my god, what? I thought you swore music off after what happened with you know who.”

“I thought I did too, but one thing happened after another, and I ended up remembering why I used to love this so much. I’m really serious about this; I even got in contact with Miranda again. She’s going to find a rhythm guitarist and a drummer for this project.”

“God, you don’t know how happy I am for you! You better update me with every juicy little detail.” 

“I will, it’s not like I have a choice, knowing how you are anyway.”

The call ends with a beep, and you’re left standing in comfortable silence for a moment. You wonder who Miranda will find to join the band. 

“I’m really doing this again, huh?”

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ive started another mean mateo smut draft. this is the opportunity for the gooners to tell me what they want to see because i havent made a solid plan yet

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guys omfg i need that computer so fucking bad its not even funny. need them looming over me fingerfucking me n marking me up like its the last thing theyll ever do. need them looking down at me so teasingly and condescendingly n not letting me do NOTHIN. need them panting and groaning n hair stuck to their forehead with sweatjhomhygod i need their hands on my waist i need MY HAND SON THEIR WAIST I NEDX. NEED THEM. ....

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i am ON MY KNEES and that is about all i can say without getting myself obliterated ohmyggo

mac ur nerdy IT co-worker

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guys i know we love our mac smut here but can a gal also ask for some tooth rotting fluff

like yes id love to read abt sex with my computer but can i also have some content of said computer climbing in bed with me at night? wrapping their arms around me and peppering kisses on my skin under the warm blankets? running their fingers through my hair and gently dragging their nails along my scalp? having quiet conversation with me in the dark of our room until we fall asleep wrapped up in each other???????

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