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Brass Bolts Mafia
This Tumblr is for the Brass Bolts Mafia from the spg fanfic Kazooland High- Smokes, Fox, and Jimmy Brass. The boys will answer asks, post arts, and rp! Please check the rules in the drop down menu. Occasional NSFW content.
Current song Tracks:Afraid- The Neighborhood. Last Breath- Heavy Rain soundtrack. I shot a man- Dirt Poor Robins. A Little Push- Hans Zimmer. The Well- The Ring
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Brass Bolts Mafia, Jimmy Brass, Smokes Brass, Fox Brass, Kazooland High, fanbot

I am not a gaylord. Benji's a fucktruck

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(Source: drhollycooper)

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Fidget’s confused and worried expression persisted throughout the kiss. Though, once he was pushed back, it slowly faltered and melted away. He breathed a laugh at the suggestion, eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his head to one side to expose more of his neck. “Latex, huh…?” He gazed over Smokes’ shoulder deviously, a coy thought springing into his mind. “Then I wouldn’t have to come home and shower… I could just come straight to the headquarters. Although, I don’t know how our employees would feel about me showing up a blood-soaked mess~.”

Playing on that particular kink never got old to him. He raised his hands to Smokes’ sides, gripping the folds in his shirt and slowly pulling on it; un-tucking it from Smokes’ pants and hiking it up to reveal his torso. “Today wasn’t so much bloody as it was a headache… the second guy was a screamer. I barely touched him and he started howling like I had ripped out his spine.” He sneered, scoffing a laugh. “Some men just can’t handle a broken elbow~.”

Fidget turned his head, pressing his lips directly against Smokes’ good ear as he whispered against the shell, “I crushed his throat with my bare hands just to shut him up.” His hands snaked lower down Smokes’ form; palms running against his exposed metal before winding his fingers around Smokes’ belt and slowly undoing the buckle.

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(Source: drhollycooper)

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Fidget’s confused and worried expression persisted throughout the kiss. Though, once he was pushed back, it slowly faltered and melted away. He breathed a laugh at the suggestion, eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his head to one side to expose more of his neck. “Latex, huh…?” He gazed over Smokes’ shoulder deviously, a coy thought springing into his mind. “Then I wouldn’t have to come home and shower… I could just come straight to the headquarters. Although, I don’t know how our employees would feel about me showing up a blood-soaked mess~.”

Playing on that particular kink never got old to him. He raised his hands to Smokes’ sides, gripping the folds in his shirt and slowly pulling on it; un-tucking it from Smokes’ pants and hiking it up to reveal his torso. “Today wasn’t so much bloody as it was a headache… the second guy was a screamer. I barely touched him and he started howling like I had ripped out his spine.” He sneered, scoffing a laugh. “Some men just can’t handle a broken elbow~.”

Fidget turned his head, pressing his lips directly against Smokes’ good ear as he whispered against the shell, “I crushed his throat with my bare hands just to shut him up.” His hands snaked lower down Smokes’ form; palms running against his exposed metal before winding his fingers around Smokes’ belt and slowly undoing the buckle.

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(Source: drhollycooper)

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Fidget gave a hard blink as Smokes spoke such loving words. Most people would be flattered; overcome with emotional desires and romantic impulses. But Fidget knew Smokes better than that. The tinbot has always had a difficulty expressing himself, especially when it came to saying ‘I love you’. He had nearly passed out while proposing due to a struggle with the three words, and Fidget feared the same would happen during their wedding.

The fact that he could say it now, with hardly a stutter, along with all of his other words only served to plant a worry in Fidget’s mind. His eyebrows slowly came together in a confused frown. “I love you too, but… what’s this all about, old man?” The motion of his hand slowly stopped it’s scratching, voice lowering to nearly a mutter. What had happened while he was gone? “You’ve been acting strange since I got back.”

He sighed, trying to keep himself from assuming the worst scenarios — that Smokes was dying, somehow, or that the drop Smokes was leading later in the week was actually a suicide mission. “Of course I know all that… you’re everything to me, too. I made that clear in my vows.” His lower lip had begun to pout, both hands taking Smokes’ cheeks; running his thumbs along the tinbot’s vents. “Whatever happens… I’m with you. For better or worse, right?”

He nodded his head slowly, unable to turn away from those starry eyes. Finally he sighed, closed his eyes, and leaned up- pressing their lips together in a more needy kiss than Fidget had given earlier. 

He hissed smoke from his cheeks, not breaking away as he pushed Fidget on his back on the bed, pinning him down and swapping their positions. He pulled away finally with a dreamy look, tilting his head to one side. “Ya know… there was this chick who works with my don… she’s a hit man… an wears latex suits. She says it keeps the blood off and she looks good doin’ it… I can just… picture your ass in that tight cat suit… fuck it would cling to every curve of you.” He panted breathlessly, kissing along Fidget’s neck. “It’s like… barely wearing anything at all.”

(Source: drhollycooper)

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Fidget hummed a response, crawling over Smokes and assuming his spot on the bed beside the tinbot. “It went fine. I came back here to shower and change before dropping by headquarters.” He sighed, sticking his lower lip out in a pout as he grabbed a pack of sour gummy straws from the pile of snacks. “I need to find a way to do this without ruining my clothes, though… I lost another good shirt.”

As Smokes explained the plan, Fidget sat with his legs folded; nodding along and eating the sour straws. “Well…” He sighed a cloud of steam. “It would certainly be worth it… just be sure to take capable fighters with you.” He wasn’t fond of Smokes leading the charge on a potentially dangerous run, but Smokes had never opposed or tried to keep him from going through his hit list, so he had no room for complaints.

He slowly turned, looking down at Smokes with a shallow frown. “Are you sure you’re okay…? You don’t seem yourself.” He set the bag of candy aside, moving to hover over Smokes; laying himself flat atop the tinbot with a grin. He breathed a laugh, scratching along Smokes’ skull. “Maybe you really are sick~.”

Smokes shrugged. “… Maybe I still got a cold…” He huffed, avoiding eye contact with Fidget. It was impossible to keep a secret from him. Smokes hated lying, and Fidget knew him down to each circuit and gear. 

He closed his eyes, enjoying the scratching to his head. He grumbled, leaning closer to Fidget. He wrapped an arm over his thin waist, casually drawing circles with his fingertips in his metal. “Ya know… without you… I’d probably still be with Gideon… I’d be just as bad as those fucks… I wouldn’t… wouldn’t have Fox or Jim at all… they’d be split… we’d be broken.” he sighed, shaking his head. “How… how can anyone thing I don’t appreciate having you?”

He forced his eyes open, laying his head back on the bed and gazing up into his optics. “You are everythin’ ta me. You know that, right? I’m nothin’ without you… nothin’… I would never risk losing that. Ever. I… I love you too much.”

(Source: drhollycooper)

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Fidget smirked at the feigned obliviousness, unloading his snacks onto the bed and setting the thermos down on the nightstand. “Something like that~. It’s Oolong.” With his hands free, he unzipped his hoodie, revealing his bare torso underneath; frost still clinging to parts of him from where Lucy had been. He shirked the jacket off like a second skin, pieces of hair falling out of his up-do and hanging around his face and shoulders.

It had taken some time, and lots of work, but Fidget was finally comfortable around Smokes again. There was still a calculated thoughtfulness behind some of his actions — not yet able to completely do things with his mind on the back-burner, like before — but little-by-little he had no desire to hide.

Peeling off his skinny jeans and opting for a much more comfortable pair of cotton shorts, he glanced over his shoulder curiously as Smokes admitted to missing him. “Did you now…?” With a smirk, he strode over to the bed, placing his hands on either side of Smokes’ head as he leaned over the tinbot; capturing his cracked lips in a kiss. There was no greedy starvation behind it, but it didn’t lack feeling.

He broke the kiss but kept their faces close, rubbing his nose against Smokes’ as he stared down at his husband’s optics, marveling the color as if it was his first time seeing the shade. “I guess I missed you too~.” He gave a playful grin, pecking another, smaller chaste kiss against Smokes’ lips. Ten years and their spark had never once shown signs of fizzling out.

Smokes kept his eyes on Fidget as he changed. Chewing his bottom lip as all those fears and worries still plagued him. He sighed smog, and muted the television as Fidget came close. He closed is eyes, relishing the light kiss. Releasing his doubts and just enjoying the gentle touch. 

He smiled out of the corner of his mouth, keeping his eyes raised to stare at Fidget under his brow. He waited a few moments, fiddling with his fingers before he posed a question. “How was yer hit? You… you weren’t wearing a shirt under the hoodie… did things go okay?”

He coughed, clearing his throat and relaxed more on the bed. “We got a big shipment of Gideon’s weapons… got a tip on a trade off he’s got some boys doin’ later this week. I’m gonna set up a team ta intercept it. I’ll probably be lead on it. Don’ wanna risk them fuckin’ it up. But if it goes well… he’d have enough cash and ‘goods’ ta last us 4 months.” 

(Source: drhollycooper)

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Second video of a hyper baby foxy! Running around like a super hyper (but also very sweet) puppy, I just love her so much! 

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Fidget only rolled his eyes as Smokes picked on Eamon, standing to his feet and taking a swig of the beer still in his hand. He waved off the dragon’s confusion. “Don’t worry, Eamon… I’ve been trying to control his drinking habits for ten years. It simply can’t be done.”

He looked down at Archer with a smile, waving to both he and Benji. “I’ll see you around, Archie~. Tell Sang I said hello.” Taking Smokes’ hand in his own, he laced their fingers together and opened a portal on the wall, dragging his husband through into the depths of their room.

Benji scoffed once his brother was gone, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair again. “Guess that makes me your lone babysitter until grandma Sang gets here.” He glanced up at Eamon, quirking a pierced eyebrow. “Fidget got any of his teas in their office…? If so, bring a cup for Archer.” He was much less humble than his brother about sending Eamon on errands.

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Once the portal had snapped shut behind them, Fidget released his hold on Smokes, raising his arms up over his head in a stretch as he made his way towards the bedroom door. “I’m gonna go get snacks… find us something to watch~.” Despite having a faulty voice box when it came to singing, it didn’t stop him from humming a tune to himself as he left the room.

Al was sprawled out on the living room sofa, hidden eyes glued to the television screen as she watched the Kung Fu marathon that Smokes had mentioned earlier. The siblings only shared a mute wave to one another as Fidget passed through on his way to the kitchen.

"Lu~…" He spoke to the hidden shadow as he shuffled across the linoleum floor to the kitchen pantry. "You did so well today… I’m treating you to a hard earned reward~." He pulled an unopened packet of cookies from the pantry shelf, holding it up in-front of himself. "Take this to the darkest part of the house, and go nuts… eat as many as you want."

With his shadow child taken care of, he moved about the kitchen quietly; making a pot of his favorite tea and filling a thermos for he and Smokes to share, as well as loading his arms with any snacks he could think of.

Smokes very happily kicked off his shoes and tossed his hat to the dresser. He plopped on the bed, remote in hand as he searched for something good to watch. He huffed, squinting at the screen to try and ignore that look she gave him. It made his stomach churn and his oil run cold, but he couldn’t place it. Maybe she was just trying to be nice, and he was just being an asshole.

Lucy shrieked a happy high pitched cry. Snatching the cookies in all 6 arms before puffing into a ball and disappearing into the darkness. Only way you could truly tell he was gone was that lack of a chill through Fidget’s chest. 

When Fidget returned to the room, Smokes lifted his head from the screen. He sniffed, seeing the steam that came from the thermos. He quirked a brow, pretending to be clueless but this exchange had almost become a ritual the last few days. “Whats that?… some Saki?” He teased with a chuckle. He groaned, stretching out his arms and legs as far as they could go. Popping crooked joints and finally his neck. He winced at the last pop and collapsed on the bed like a dog, his tongue almost hanging out. “I… I kinda missed havin’ ya around today…”

Maybe that was it. With Fidget gone so much during the day. Maybe that was how he accidentally sent Cherry those ‘signals’. Even if he didn’t know what they were.

(Source: drhollycooper)

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Fidget’s gaze had remained on Archer, laughing along at the idea of he and Sang being a married couple. He was oblivious to Cherry’s entrance or departure. Benji, on the other hand, could smell her the moment she was in the room; his hackles raised, standing on end, as his eyes snapped over to Smokes for the first time since the tinbot’s appearance. It was only when Smokes wanted to leave that he lowered his gaze back down to the table.

His eyebrows rose at the offer, looking up at Smokes curiously and pressing a hand to his forehead. “You sick, old man…?” Fidget sneered up at his husband playfully, prodding Smokes in the side. “You look a little sick… drank too much today, no doubt~.” He hummed softly, mulling the question over. “I had wanted to wait for Archer to leave—…”

"Go home." Benji’s voice was a little harsher than he had intended towards his brother, his tone sullen. He attempted to make up for it by softening his voice. "I’ll handle things here and close up shop… just go home and relax."

Fidget blinked, staring at his brother owlishly before slowly nodding his head. “Alright then… thank you.” He patted Smokes on the back, urging the tinbot to stand. “Let me know when you make it home, alright~?” Fidget smiled down at Archer.

Smokes moaned, slumping into his hand and only jumping a bit at the poke to his side. “Yea I drank too much I think… Eamon keeps putting beers in my hand.” He snorted, throwing the dragon under the bus.

Eamon’s spine went rigid. “Only when you asked for them!” He turned sharply to Fidget. “I won’t anymore I promise!”

"Calm down… yer not my keeper. I’ll drink as much as a want… an if I get sick its yer fault." Smokes teased with a laugh as he slowly stood. Picking on the dragon certainly improved his mood. And seeing that confused expression on his face only sweetened it.

Archer waved a hand. “Its fine. Sang works until 7 tonight so its still a long while. I want to read this more…” He slowly got to his feet, wobbling to one side as he searched for his chair again. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Of course! I’ll text you. And I’m sure Benji will stay here until Sang arrives.” 

(Source: drhollycooper)

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Fidget hardly reacted to the cookie being so suddenly swiped from his fingers — instead, he reached out and grabbed Smokes by the hips, yanking the tinbot back and seating Smokes in his lap. Despite their size difference, he had no difficulty supporting Smokes’ weight, given the durability of his metal. The chair, however, groaned in displeasure.

With a smirk, he wrapped one arm around Smokes’ lap, nuzzling his face against Smokes’ back. “You married me~. That seems like a pretty good decision.” As Lucy begged for more cookies, he reached down into the box and pulled out two, placing one in each of the Shadow Fiend’s hands.

Fidget breathed a laugh as Archer explained the ritual between he and Sang. “Well, you belong in an office… so I suppose that’s a fair trade.” He toyed with the belt loops of Smokes’ pants, breathing a sigh and a cloud of steam along with it. “I very much look forward to getting home and doing absolutely nothing~.” He leaned forward, resting his head against Smokes and allowing his eyes to drift shut. “Maybe just… take a bunch of snacks to my room, be lazy for once, and watch some tv.”

Opening his eyes, he peered around his bulky husband to look down at Archer with a soft smile. “You and Sang should come over for a visit soon~. I could make lunch for everyone, and we could spend some time at the beach. We live right off the shore, but it feels like forever since I’ve been.”

With a huff and a grunt, Smokes fell back in Fidget’s lap. He puffed up his chest and crossed his arms, unwilling to make himself look any less intimidating now that he was sitting in Fidget’s lap. He softened at the hand wrapped around his waist. Dropping an arm and tapping over Fidget’s lovingly. He snorted a laugh. “My one good deed of the year.” 

Lucy ripped the cookies back to the darkness, taking more time to eat them now. Still leaving zero crumbs as he devoured them.

"A cup of tea would be nice…" Archer added with a nod, drinking his water. "I don’t mind working really. Paperwork is easy… simple… mind numbing. I know once I return home I’ll have a huge stack of it to go through." He moaned, rubbing his eyes. "Peter says he has men on it but I know it will be all wrong and I’ll have to make corrections. They are harder than just doing it myself."

"I am not opposed to eating in bed." Smokes cheered at the idea. "I think there’s a Kung Fu movie marathon on tonight. Al was lookin’ forward to it."

"Lunch would be fantastic." Archer groaned as he sat up slowly, still sipping his water. "You might have to get some blood bags in for Sang. She’s polite and enjoys human food, but she really needs to feed with it… We can bring over some. I wouldn’t want to put you out for it." He groaned again. "Listen to me. I’m speaking as if she and I are an old married couple. With our special diets."

Smokes snorted a laugh, ready to make a quip about the robots’ own special diet. His focus was drawn on the disgruntled succubus walking out form the back. Her face was very swollen and her eye already bruised. Cherry had found some henchmen to converse with, pointing to the back. Perhaps even asking for help to clean up her mess. She raised her head for only a moment, catching Smokes’ angry glare. She began to raise her hand to wave but stopped. She hung her head and turned quickly on her heel back to the storeroom.

Smokes’ whole aura changed. His shoulders slumped and his face dropped. His grip on Fidget around his waist actually tightened. “Fidget… ya ready ta go home? I’ll rub yer feet.” He offered with a tilt of his head, trying to find any reason to escape the uncomfortableness of the auction house. He never offered to pamper the titanium bot, it just sort of happened. He was hoping the offer was too good to pass up.

(Source: drhollycooper)