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I posted 157 times in 2022

That's 104 more posts than 2021!

51 posts created (32%)

106 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nbraraeaves

@gaybybirth

@myguiltypleasures21

@itsmissnancy

I tagged 30 of my posts in 2022

#adrian chase - 11 posts

#vigilante - 9 posts

#vigilante x reader - 8 posts

#x reader - 8 posts

#adrian chase x reader - 8 posts

#vigilante smut - 6 posts

#adrian chase smut - 6 posts

#vigilante peacemaker - 6 posts

#x reader smut - 5 posts

#tppkinktober2022 - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 121 characters

#conceptually riddlers always been my favourite i just never cared much for the batman universe as a whole until that show

My Top Posts in 2022:

Emerald Eyes and a Blood-Stained Ring: Adrian Chase/Vigilante X Reader

Note: One of my first non-smuts in a while. I just have severe Adrian Chase brainrot and wanted to write something fluffy.

This hasn’t been proofread. I just have a lot of feelings and needed to post this.

Synopsis: Adrian proposes in his own bloody way.

Warnings: None, beyond Adrian being Adrian, and mentions of blood.

You had never really figured out if your relationship could be called strange, or perfect.

Maybe it had always been a strange combination of both.

At the start, you didn’t even know who Adrian Chase was. Back then, he was only Vigilante. You were just yourself, going about your business, when you stumbled across the masked man bleeding heavily in an alleyway.

In a stroke of insanity, or perhaps guided by fate, you brought the unknown killer into your home and patched him up. That one incident set off a domino effect, creating an endless cycle that often had this wanted criminal bleeding out in your kitchen.

Somehow, you never seemed to mind.

It took two years of this masked man being in your life before you finally got to see his face.

That said, you fell in love with him after only one.

Vigilante had been your protector long before Adrian Chase became your lover. If you thought you couldn’t fall harder for the bloodthirsty man that was a complete nerd and goofball, you were proven utterly wrong the moment green eyes met yours.

He had always been perfect to you. Vigilante, consistently showing up with new scars and wounds, swearing that he would never remove his mask to protect you from knowing his secret identity, dropping everything in a heartbeat if he thought you were in trouble. Adrian Chase, talking a mile a minute, gushing about any topic he loved, enthusiastic about anything in your life, barely making ends meet with a low-wage job yet still greeting every day with a grin.

You loved him to death.

And you knew he loved you too.

Despite countless people accusing him of not understanding emotions, he himself was an open book. When he was hurt, he would whine. When he was tired, he passed out. When he was bored, he’d make it very well known. So, the moment he felt love for you, pure and true love, you knew immediately.

It was shown every day when he protected you so viciously. It was clear in his eyes every minute he looked at you, sappy grin on his face. It was apparent in every hand-picked gift and every gesture.

And that was that.

He was yours and you were his.

It went on that way for another year.

You couldn’t say it was all sunshine and rainbows. There were moments, of course, where Adrian would find your emotions hard to read, and react inappropriately. There were days where he would come home, beyond bloody and bruised from his night job, and you’d lose your cool, upset by the harm that had come to him.

But you two had always walked it off, always stuck it out.

And so, nothing struck you as odd the night he once again stumbled into your shared apartment, Vigilante suit torn to shreds, mask off in his hands as he gasped for air, bracing himself on the wall.

“Hi honey,” the green-eyed man grunted out, grin on his face despite the clear pain in his eyes. “I’m home.”

“And what sort of time do you call this?” you play along, gently guiding him to the kitchen in your normal routine.

“Work kept me late,” he huffed, thumping down in one of two wooden chairs. A gloved and bloodied hand reached up to cup your cheek, and he pulled you forward into a chaste kiss. You only give in for a moment, before backing away.

“Where’d you get got?”

Adrian speaks through his pout. “Knife slashed my side, that’s all.”

“That’s all, he says,” you mutter, walking to the counter to grab a damp cloth and some gauze. “Armor off, please, and spare me the jokes about me wanting you naked.”

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365 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

Throw Me Instead - Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Fem!Reader SMUT

Oops here comes another one, I have a thing for the Earth-2 DILF who would’ve guessed? Happy 2022 all, and sorry if you’re waiting on an Arcane fic, this one was sitting half-finished in my drafts since early November.

Word Count: 3000+

Synopsis: It wasn’t uncommon for you to tease. It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to rage. One day, however, the combination of your two personalities clashed.

Warnings: NSFW, Lab Sex, Wall Sex, Desk Sex, Light Exhibitionism, Angry Sex, Possessiveness, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Use of Sir/Princess

It wasn’t uncommon for you to tease. In fact, if you weren’t throwing flirtatious or sexual remarks at the team, they’d often wonder if something was wrong.

Harry took note of your antics rather quickly.

The first time he noticed it, you had hit Cisco with the line “Your hair looks great today! You mind if I pull it?” The younger man had laughed off the proposition, instead gushing with you for a few moments about the ridiculously perfect hair day he was having. Harry had wondered if you two were a couple, or perhaps dancing around the matter, before brushing it off.

The next time, it was a comment towards Caitlin, promptly after you had been injured in a meta fight. You had asked her if she was going to enjoy playing doctor with you, right before you passed out due to pain.

Next it was Iris, who had walked into the Cortex in a stunning dress and heels. She had asked you if she could borrow a necklace from you, to which you had informed her that she could do anything to you, wearing that dress.

Nearly every time a remark came out of your mouth, no one commented or looked remotely upset. Most had accepted that your flirting was how you showed your friends love and took it as such.

Nearly every time.

The first day you flirted with Harry, quite some time after he had joined the team, you were delivering an order of Big Belly Burger to the certified genius. Bag in hand and precariously balancing two milkshakes in the other, you drop most of it in front of the man.

Sipping from your shake, you look the man up and down as he continues to work, not acknowledging your existence. The moment allows you to fully take him in, appreciating the way he filled out his black t-shirt and pants, the messy hair that had clearly not been combed in some time. Then you notice something new, something he wasn’t wearing when he arrived.

“Damn, Hare,” you grin, straw between your teeth as you caught his attention. “You should keep those on. Glasses add a whole new layer of sex appeal to ya.”

You whirl around, not bothering to stay as Harry fumbles with the tool he’s holding.

After the first encounter, you had begun to flirt with him more. Harry couldn’t tell if you were doing so more with him than the others – after all, he didn’t make it a habit to “hang around” the others, as they so put it – but he could determine one thing.

He hated it.

He hated that you were flirting.

He hated that you were flirting with him the same way you did with everyone else.

Everything about you just…infuriated him.

The ease of which you communicated. How everyone seemed to like you. How you could give affection to everyone in a heartbeat. How effectively you seemed to get through to him.

You were a distraction, he told himself.

A kind, sweet, infectious distraction.

A distraction with more kindness than he had any right to, with more patience than he could ask for.

A distraction with a ridiculously beautiful smile, stunning eyes.

And your ass -

Harry shook his head at that. He couldn’t afford to be thinking like that, not with Zoom still on the loose.

You’re a distraction.

That’s all there was to it.

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379 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

Kinktober Day 1 - Dirty Talk - Tangerine x Fem!Reader

Disclaimers: I’ve never done a Kinktober. These pieces are rushed. As a result they may be poorly written and OOC. Apologies in advance.

Summary: On a job, through an earpiece, Tangerine learns how easily influenced you are by his words.

Warnings: NSFW, Dirty Talk, no actual smut though.

There was the odd job that The Twins would be assigned that they couldn’t do alone.

Specifically, any infiltration that required a woman’s touch, or a job that required 3 parties. Not to mention, the odd time where one of the twins were ill or recovering from a wound.

The Twins may be some of the bests in the business, but even they had to outsource sometimes, all for the sake of a job well done.

So, on those rare occasions, The Twins would outsource to you.

The third fruit, Lemon would excitedly say.

You were quite endeared to The Twins – a fact that was rather dangerous, given your respective lines of work. But the moment you met the pair, your heart warmed as you listened to Lemon excitedly talk over his brother.

“I’m not quite sure who you are yet – could be a Daisy, sweet and reliable that one…”

“Lemon.”

“Or an Annie, can’t forget about her.”

“Lemon.”

“Mind, there’s no reason you couldn’t be a male train – sexist of me, I’m sorry bruv –“

“Lemon!” Tangerine snapped, whacking his arm.

“Oi! What, mate?”

“Much as I’d love to go on about which fuckin’ Thomas the Train she is, we have precious little time before she needs to make a move. So –“

“It’s Thomas the Tank Engine,” you interject.

Tangerine paused for a moment before turning to you, eyes widened ever-so-slightly.

“What?”

“It’s not Thomas the Train, it’s Thomas the Tank.”

Lemon laughed excitedly as Tangerine attempted to collect himself.

“It doesn’t bloody matter, does it? Now, did you read the briefing I sent ya?”

“Oh, was I supposed to? I thought you’d just explain on the way.”

A heavy silence hung over the group.

“We should call her Lime.”

“Lemon!”

Despite the annoyance that radiated off of Tangerine in that moment, a strange partnership had formed. You and Lemon got along swimmingly, and you thrived on getting under Tangerine’s skin.

A completely healthy office relationship, you would chuckle to yourself.

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645 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

Peeping Tom: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Fem!Reader SMUT

I’ve seen a couple of fics now touching on Adrian being a bit of a voyeur. I’d like to first agree with you all, but raise you that the Reader is also a complete exhibitionist. Again, a bit darker then I’m used to writing for, but it seems this dork is bringing out a lot of my hidden interests.

I’d also like to apologize for any errors that may exist, this fic was primarily written with wine in my system, likely explaining how horny it it. Very much self-indulgent, not at all a real-world scenario, just pure filth that smut fics are meant to be.

Enjoy 4.9k+ words of my mind being horny for this moron.

Synopsis: After meeting a customer in Fennel Fields, Adrian follows her home, struck by her obvious perfection. Obsessed, he continues to stalk her as Vigilante. Until one night, the tables turn, and he receives a little more than he bargains for.

Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected Sex. Clear Obsession. Bondage. Stalker!Adrian. Voyeurism. In a turn of events, Exhibitionist Reader! Consensual Non-Consent (Adrian definitely non-consensually watching her, but Reader doesn’t end up minding and sort of knows, so, use your better judgment there). Adrian being Adrian.

It started innocent; Adrian swears it to this day. An innocent crush, that’s all it was. He had been working another dull shift at Fennel Fields, mind in a haze of daydreams, old D&D plots he had never fully worked out back in his prime of playing, and work that had to be done that night as Vigilante. There was also music playing in the back of his mind. Crab Rave. He hadn’t been able to shake it all day. Then you had walked in, and it was like the record player that was his mind came to a screeching halt.

You were perfect.

Everything about you. Your eyes drew him right in when they met his. Your hair looked soft, touchable. Your skin, funnily enough, also looked touchable. Your neck looked markable. Your lips looked kissable. You sat at a booth alone, and he worried for a moment that someone would be joining you. A date, a partner. But then you pulled out your laptop and his heart sung – you were there to work. You’d be staying. He noticed the stickers on your computer – icons from classic video games, an N64 controller, a D20, a Pokémon (was it your favourite, he wondered?), a skull.

You were perfect.

His thoughts were of you his entire shift. He snuck a glance as often as he could when his coworkers weren’t looking, when he was certain you were focused on your computer. Adrian wondered what you were doing, your fingers typing so quickly, your eyes never leaving the screen even as you shovelled forkfuls of food into your mouth. It couldn’t be something illegal, could it? Planning a drug exchange, stealing personal data, plotting a heist? No, you couldn’t do that. You were perfect. But he had to check.

Luckily, he had the excuse. On one of his rounds, he stopped at your table, gesturing to your now empty plate. “Can I clear this for you?” You looked up quickly, eyes filled with surprise for a moment, before filling with kindness. Adrian wondered what those eyes would look like full of gratitude, of love, of lust. Pleading, begging, crying, rolled to the back of your head – “I’d appreciate that, thank you,” you sigh, flopping back in the booth with your arm coming up to rest along the back of it. Adrian reached for the plate, wondering what your arm would feel like holding him, wrapped around him in ecstasy. How would they look, tied above your head? “You know much about writing there…ah…?” You were looking at him expectantly, waiting for something. Maybe his name? “Adrian?” “Adrian,” you repeat it back warmly. He repressed a shudder. Your lips formed around his name so nicely. How would it sound whispered lovingly, screaming in pleasurable agony – “You know much about writing, Adrian?” He shrugged, shifting the weight of the basket of dirty dishes he was carrying slightly. “Not much officially. I mean, I watch movies, everyone watches movies. Played a lot of D&D back in the day, but it wasn’t exactly a writing career.” You smile fondly. Adrian wants to see that smile forever. “I used to play a lot too. Haven’t had the time much these days. Campaigns used to really get the creative juices flowing…but now…” you gesture to your screen. “The one minute I get to write anything for myself, and I’m stuck with three shitty lines. It’s just not coming, y’know?” All I know is I’d like to see you cumming, preferably on my cock. Adrian didn’t notice that he hadn’t responded until you gave a small, shy laugh, and shook your head. “Sorry, I shouldn’t keep you from your job. You’re not paid to hear my writer’s block.” “I don’t mind,” Adrian supplied quickly, eyes wide. You wanted to stop talking to him. “I just, ah, don’t really have good advice. Maybe, watch some stupid movies? It’ll give your head a break and give you an excuse to write stupid shit. Not that I think your shit is stupid! I’m sure it’s very smart shit. But sometimes what stops us from taking a shit is the fear that our shit will be stupid. So just shitting at all is half the battle!” He ended cheerfully. You were looking at him curiously, and for a moment he wondered if he had royally fucked up. But then a wide smile split across your face, and a giggle escaped you. “Adrian, was it? I think you’ve just inspired something, Adrian. Thank you.” Your hands posed over your keyboard then, and Adrian nodded, grinning. He spun around and resisted the urge to skip away. He inspired you. The sexy, nerdy girl in the restaurant was inspired by him. He hummed an aimless tune for the rest of his shift. You really were perfect.

This really started innocent, but you were just so perfect he couldn’t let you slip away. You had stuck around for the duration of his shift. By the time the restaurant closed, he was able to clock out. It wasn’t like he had planned to follow you home, Adrian rationalized as he crept behind you, a block or so between you, just out of sight. He didn’t plan it at all. But you two left at the same time, and you were walking alone at night! As Vigilante, he had to protect you. It was his job! That night, he found your house. It was completely innocent as he burned the address into his mind. Completely innocent as he noticed that you evidently lived alone. Completely innocent when he noticed that you kept a spare key inside a potted plant hanging outside the door. He would’ve left it at that, he really would have. Turned around and left your perfect self to the realm of his fantasies.

But on his return home, curiosity had him exploring the perimeter of your home. You had a backyard, he noticed. A small enclosure, contained within a fence (a fence easily scaled by him, but of course not by others). He peeked around, noticing the beginnings of a small garden (were you new to town?) and an old tree standing tall and proud. The backyard looked in on a couple of glass doors, leading into what he guessed was the kitchen. You even had a small hot tub, and Adrian grinned. He was impressed at what you could afford. You were smart. You could look after yourself. Of course you could, you were perfect.

When Adrian eventually left, he swore that he wouldn’t go back. The resolve lasted for roughly 3 days. 3 days of his mind being consumed by this beautiful stranger. Fantasies of tying you down and tormenting you as Vigilante. Fantasies of you taking care of him as Adrian. He wanted to know everything about you. So really, what was the harm in going back? He wouldn’t hurt you, he rationalized. He only wanted to watch, to learn. He climbed carefully, he had to. You couldn’t know he was there. But when he reached high enough, he could’ve fallen right out.

The tree overlooked your room. Your curtains were open – hell, they had every reason to be. No one should be in the tree enclosed within your garden, and that was really the only way anyone could ever see in. The opened curtains and soft reading lamp, however, gave Adrian clear view into your bedroom. Absentmindedly, Adrian vowed that he would kill anyone else who dared to climb this tree with his bare hands. There was plenty for him to notice about your personal space. Books scattered about, a dresser half-open and overflowing with clothes, some tapestries on the walls. But his eyes were fixed on key details, pivotal details, important details. There was a large bed in the centre of your room. Queen sized, maybe King. He could only imagine how nice it would be to fuck you on it, to hold you afterwards, to wake up in it. But there, on the plush, dark sheets, was you. Stripped down to nothing but a black lace bra and panty set. Adrian could have died then, happily. You were sipping on a glass of wine, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Adrian’s mind couldn’t help but wander as he noticed the red stain of wine on your lips. How would that red look elsewhere? Wine dripping between your cleavage, staining as it goes. A red that looked so much like blood. He could see himself approaching you after a tough mission, covered in blood of those he had killed. You wouldn’t flinch away, you’d just approach him, hold him, tear the mask off his face and kiss him. You’d pull away, that blood red coating parts of you now. Unfazed, you’d pull him to your bed. He breathed sharply as the brief scene ended in his mind. He shifted his weight, only to realize the growing discomfort between his legs.

Fuck, he was already hard.

He was going to leave, he really was. The image of you lying there was already more than enough fuel for the fire. He was ready to leave, to jerk one out when he got home, to use the thoughts to keep him going for another week or so, before another visit to your home.

But then…

Then…

A droplet of wine escaped from the glass, landing on your upper left breast, before trailing down between your cleavage. Adrian froze. He couldn’t hear you, but he could see the annoyed sigh in your movements as you set the glass and your phone aside. Carelessly, mindlessly, you dip your finger between your boobs and trace the line of red, scooping the stray wine up and sucking it off your finger. All Adrian can do is look in awe as you wrap your wine-stained lips around that finger, lingering there for a little too long. His hand finds its way to the front of his pants, attempting to relieve some pressure as he observes. You’re so sexy. You’re perfect. You’re made for him, it’s like you could read his mind – You seem to sigh again, only this time, you reach your hand behind you and unclasp your bra, removing and tossing the garment to the side of the room. The last small, rational part of Adrian’s brain wonders if you had gotten wine on the fabric. But the rest of him is screaming that this is a show made just for him.

And you’re so perfect, so wonderful, because you prove him right.

Your hands come up, first to touch where the wine had touched you, but soon choosing to wander, gently cupping each breast, squeezing, and kneading. You lean back on the bed, thighs clenched as you work, and Adrian notices how they tighten and how your hips start to twitch upward slightly as you begin toying with your nipples. “Oh, fuck,” Adrian groans quietly, immediately going to lower his pants, hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. Your mouth seems to part in a moan, and the man curses that he can’t hear the sound. He freezes briefly when your eyes wander right past the tree where he’s hiding, over to just beside the window. You seem to be staring, and by the way your legs spread, and your hand moves to rub over the lace, you seem to be getting more worked up. Adrian wonders what’s there. There’s no light to indicate a TV or porn. Maybe a poster? Or maybe it was a mirror. That had to be it, he decided, as you shifted in what seemed to be a method of posing yourself. You had to be watching yourself. He could’ve laughed. You were perfect. You liked being watched. He wondered if you’d like to know you were putting on such a good show for him. You shifted once again, now moving too slowly, teasingly pull the black lace down your legs. Rolling over, you reached for the drawer beside your bed. Adrian pulled his eyes away from the glimpse of your wet folds to focus on what you were pulling out. There, from your drawer, was a large purple vibrator. His hand worked faster as his imagination conjured up ideas of what else could be hidden in that drawer. Vibrators, dildos. Maybe you had handcuffs, a blindfold. A whip? A knife?

Fuck, how perfect could you be?

He watched intently as you moved the toy slowly, not to your cunt, but to your mouth. He could’ve drooled as your perfect lips spread, purple silicone sliding between them as you began to suck, coating the toy with spit. Adrian’s hand slowed, and he whimpered, matching your pace as you slowly fucked your own mouth with the toy. Soon, you moved it again, and he could see the tell-tale light of the toy indicating that it was on. You trailed it down your body slowly, but picking up speed, clearly growing tired of your own teasing. Adrian wouldn’t let you get away with it that easily, he thought. He’d make you work for it, make you cry for it. He wasn’t too disappointed that you picked up the speed though – after all, this is what he wanted to see. When the vibrator finally reached your clit, your head tilted back, and he could see your eyes roll closed. Your hips jerked in uneven patterns against the toy, hand moving in tandem as you attempted to find the rhythm that would get you there. Hand pumping faster, Adrian leaned forward as far as he could. Your hand blocked most of your pussy, but he could still see your breasts bounce, your gaping mouth, your clear ecstasy. He wanted to be the one that caused that face, those sounds he imagined. Watching intently, he saw your free hand move up your body. He thought nothing of it, waiting for it to curve around your tit, the ones he so badly wanted to touch.

Instead, your hand curled around your own throat, and visibly tightened.

Adrian groaned sharply, a series of “fucks” escaping him as he spilled ropes of cum into his own hands. His eyes screwed shut, forever burning the memory of you choking yourself into his mind.

Even he will admit that after that night, it was no longer innocent. Every night that he could spare, he was at your window. Watching you exist, watching you dance around your kitchen, watching you touch yourself at night. He began to learn your schedule. What times you’d leave for groceries when you’d disappear for a walk to clear your head. When you were in a real rut after a rough day, maybe after a meeting gone wrong or a bad case of writer’s block, you’d disappear for nearly two hours, walking aimlessly through Evergreen’s streets. Adrian would follow you those days. Protecting you. Other days, however, he wouldn’t follow. He’d watch keenly as you’d lock the door behind you, cloth grocery bags under your arm, and wait for you to be out of sight of your home.

The first day he took the spare key from the plant pot and unlocked your door, his hands were shaking. But he had to know more. And so, he entered, exploring your home with wide, eager eyes. It didn’t take him long to make his way to your room. First, he laid down on your bed, inhaling deeply at the scent of you that was embedded within the sheets. Then, he glanced around the room, taking in the large mirror that sat beside the window he so frequently watched you from. So, you were watching yourself, he noted with a grin. Knowing he didn’t likely have much time, he stood up, fixing the bed quickly, before preparing to leave your home. That was, until he noticed a stray pair of panties lying on the top of a pile of likely dirty clothes.

He wasn’t going to take them.

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1,545 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Masked: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Fem!Reader SMUT

This funky little murderer really got my heart. This one’s really self-indulgent, but I can’t believe that Adrian isn’t soft as hell and Vigilante is a kinky shit.

Enjoy 4.6k words of some uneditted soft followed by pure filth, ya sinners.

Synopsis: After dating Adrian Chase for some time, you eventually find out that your sweet, mildly eccentric boyfriend is a masked vigilante with a hard-on for killing criminals. And you don’t have a problem with it - well, you do have one. You like it. You like it a little too much.

Warnings: NSFW, Consensual Non-Consent. Weapons Kink. Fucking in a Forest. The Mask Stays On. Criminal/Anti-Hero Roleplay. Dirty Talk. Established Relationship.

You hadn’t been seeing Adrian Chase for years and years, but you felt you had a solid understanding of who your boyfriend was as a person.

Your sweet boy was a little odd, for sure. Eccentric and all over the place, with the energy of a young puppy. His jokes would sometimes not land in certain crowds, but the pure joy he got out of even telling them would always bring a smile to your face. And despite being a bit off, he would always take time to make sure that you were okay, that you were looked after, that you were feeling loved.

He was a warm ray of sunshine, plain and simple.

But there had always been something…off. More off than his occasionally odd mannerisms or poorly timed jokes. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it felt like there was a layer you weren’t seeing clearly, something hidden behind his warm smiles and bright eyes.

A darkness festering.

You never called him out on it. You figured that in time, it would reveal itself. Adrian was always good at talking with you, so you had no doubt that with a little time, intentionally or not, he might slip up and confess what it was.

It was just another night when the confession came, albeit in a very unplanned way.

You had spent the night at Adrian’s, as you had been doing more and more frequently. A quiet, soft morning of cuddling and kissing your partner had been cut short, however, when a call came in, the sounds of Aqua interrupting your serene moment.

Short words were exchanged, and by the time the phone was hung up a hint of frustration and malice burned behind the emerald eyes you were falling in love with.

You sit up slowly, the blankets shifting down to reveal the shirt you had stolen from him – the heart eyes Adrian gave you when you exited his bathroom in only a black D20 shirt and panties would live in your mind forever – and you reach forward slowly to wrap an arm around him. Your lips pepper kisses onto his bare shoulder, taking a moment to (once again) marvel at how unexpectedly toned he was.

“Everything okay?” you mumble against his skin, looking up at him.

He tilts his head down to face you, malice turning to wonder in his eyes. You really could stare at them forever, behind those dorky frames that were really starting to grow on you.

“Work needs an extra guy,” he answered, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before standing up.

You groaned, lying back on his pillows, and watching as his muscles flex, pulling on his shirt.

“But it’s our day off!” you whine, curling back up in the bed.

Adrian turns back towards you, curls messy and glasses askew from putting on his shirt. He quickly straightened his frames and walked back over to you leaning down to place a lingering kiss on your lips.

“Stay here as long as you want, I don’t want to ruin your day off. I don’t know when I’ll be back, so don’t wait around, but maybe we can do something tonight?”

You groan again, winding your arm around his neck to pull him down to your lips again. Your hand grasps his hair, not hard enough to pull, but enough that you could feel Adrian’s breathe stutter against you.

“I can’t convince you to say fuck it?” you mumble against his lips.

It was his turn to groan.

“I want to, fuck I really want to.” Emerald eyes meet yours, filled with regret as he pulls away, running a hand through his hair. “I need to go, though.”

“Mmm, fine. I’m going back to sleep,” you sigh, lying down more comfortably and closing your eyes.

Adrian pauses in the doorway and leans against it, a goofy smile plastered on his face as he watches you.

“What?” you mumble, face half-smushed in the pillow, sensing him looking.

He shrugs, turning to leave. “I like that you’re comfy here. You’re cute, surrounded by my stuff.”

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1,638 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

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Hullo! So, this isn't specifically life advice. But I was wondering how did you guys start your podcast? I've been wanting to do one since last year, but was never able to have the proper equipment, people to do it with, etc...Any advice?

How to Start A Podcast

Choose a podcast hosting service. I use Buzzsprout because it was the first one that came up when I searched for podcast hosting services. A podcast hosting service is very similar to Icloud storage. You’re given a small amount of air time for free, and then you pay a monthly fee for any additional hours you want. It’s very reasonable. Right now I’m paying for 6 hours a month, and thankfully that fee is covered by my lovely patrons!

I believe Buzzsprout gives you two hours for free. If you’re testing the waters and not sure that you want to make this sort of commitment, register and release an episode or two, see if it works for you. If you’re more serious, you will need to start on one of the paid plans.

Create podcast artwork. You cannot even upload a podcast episode to any podcast streaming services without cover artwork, a description, and an actual episode recorded. Uploading is pretty self-explanatory, all of the podcast hosting services have step by step instructions. Make sure to follow the specific artwork dimensions specified by your hosting service!

Create theme music. I have not done this. I don’t think I’ll ever do this? But you may want to! It’s super important that the music is either something you’ve created or something that the creator has given you specific permission to use. Hosting services do care about copyright material.

Record an episode. I wasn’t sure if I was really going to do this, so I didn’t buy anything for the first month I was recording episodes! I just recorded using Garageband. Eventually I did invest in a Blue Yeti Mic, with the knowledge that after two months, my Patrons will have paid for it in full. One month left and it will be paid off! This is the home podcast standard mic!

Definitely listen to some of my earlier episodes in comparison with the ones I’ve released recently, you can really hear the audio quality difference! But again, I’m not sure how worthwhile it is to spend lots of money unless you’re 100% sure this is something you want to do.

Also- consider recording in your closet or in a small other room that is not echo-y. It’s not glamorous, but it does make a noticeable difference in your audio quality.

Approval by your hosting service. Before you can release your first episode out into the world, it has to go through a long approval process. The first step of this process is submitting you finished episode for approval by your podcast hosting service. Mine approved my podcast a few hours after I sent it in. Someone actually has to listen to your entire first episode to make sure it doesn’t have super explicit content (they give examples of what this is). If your podcast has explicit content, that’s fine, you just have to specify that. But some particularly gruesome content is not allowed, hopefully nothing you would ever want to record!

Please note: Your podcast hosting service approving your episode does not mean that your episode is now available on all streaming platforms, each streaming platform has a different approval process. Being approved by your podcast streaming service just means that you’re approved by them. Which is a start!

Buzzsprout gives each podcast an individual webpage with a media player. Listeners can visit your podcast website directly and listen to any episode you upload there, and they can also subscribe through Buzzsprout. I actually get more plays through Buzzsprout itself than Itunes or Spotify, so I always send a link to my latest episode on my blog. Here is my site.

Approval by streaming services. Once you’re approved by your podcast hosting service, you can then apply to be approved by podcast streaming services. Buzzsprout has submission forms linked on your podcast admin page as well as step by step instructions on how to submit your podcast to various different streaming services. I applied to Apple, Spotify and Google. Google approved me within a couple hours, Apple approved me a week and a half later, and Spotify approved me but never sent me an email stating I’d been approved. It does not cost any money to be approved or to have your content appear on any of these streaming platforms.

If you have a listener who uses a smaller less popular podcasting app (like pocketcast) they can add your podcast stream directly on it. The stream is displayed on your podcast website.

Get familiar with your admin panel. I upload episodes weeks ahead of time and schedule them for release at later dates. I don’t personally use Spotify or Google Podcasts, but I know Apple releases your episode within four hours of you formally publishing it through your podcast host. Once your podcast is approved by a streaming service, it’s worthwhile to look at how the podcast displays on that streaming service. I had my podcast description in the wrong place when Apple did finally publish my first episode, and had to quickly go on and edit the podcast. Edits also take time to display on streaming services.

Zencastr? Zencastr is a free service (it does have premium options which I don’t bother with) that is super helpful when recording with people who live far away or who don’t have professional equipment. I log on, create a track, and share the link with a guest. The guest then logs on. They don’t have to download anything! Zencastr records everybody’s audio on a separate track, stores it in the cloud, and then you can download, edit, and mix it as you like. It also saves episodes you record so that if you’re stupid and delete something you’re not supposed to, you can just go back in and download the wav/mp3 file. Again, it’s free, so there is a storage space limit. But it’s been a serious lifesaver for me!

Editing software? Not something I’ve invested in at this point. Maybe in the future. I use Garageband and it works well enough for me.

I have so much fun recording Your New Apartment the podcast with all of my wonderful guests! Please listen to it. I pour my heart out on it! It’s available on all of your favorite streaming services.

Please write me a review on Itunes. Please consider supporting me on Patreon! Or buy some Your New Apartment merch from my Society6. My Patrons are incredible and have literally paid for my podcast to be hosted as well as paid for my microphone. I can’t thank them enough for all of their love and support.

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