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uncouth-the-fifth · 3 years ago

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Steel Sharpens Steel - Damian Wayne/Reader

Paring: Older!Batman!Damian/Amazon!Reader

Tags: overstimulation, cunnilingus (f receiving), afab reader, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, age difference kink, reader is actually thousands of years old tho dw ;)

Word Count: 5400

Request, from PSYCHO_17 on Ao3: “I would love a scenario where a Wondergirl reader (a demigoddess) ad Damian are married for many years and that maybe Damian starts to get insecure bc of comments from his family/friends, where they point out that she’ll outlive him. Then this causes him conflict, thinking that the time will come when the reader will no longer want to be with him/that he’ll die and leave her alone. Hopefully something angsty and soft, but a little perverted, and it ends with the reader telling him she’s pregnant.”

Notes: hiiii!! had some time this week to shoot out a fic, so here you go <3 i know very little about Amazons, so anything lore-wise mentioned in here is either something i googled or a thing i vaguely remembered. don’t trust me too much on the Amazon front lol. i did my best to do more smut than angst or fluff, but they’re definitely in there!! enjoy~

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Damian’s palm went flat against your forearm, and for reasons he couldn’t voice, a shiver coiled up his spine at the silkiness of your skin.

Without hesitation, you took the opening. Ten years ago, Damian may have been able to survive the following attacks, but Amazons were made for individual combat like this. You—the woman across from him—were made from battleground mud, bullet-holed with a thousand bootprints. A simple sparring match on the mats in your home gym wasn’t even a warmup for you. Fighting you was just a way to polish his skills, but his ego was bruised a little more each time. Steel sharpening steel.

That’s what he’d call it, that little shiver he got when your softer flesh met his calloused tan. His ego was deflating. He was just a little sour about losing to you each time, that was all. At forty, Damian was wise enough to accept that bruising with grace, and didn’t usually take it too personally, even if loss wasn’t something he was used to. You had more than two thousand years on him, even if you didn’t look like it. Two thousand years of vicious training and politics. Two thousand years without wrinkles, without age, without time. Damian wet his lips with his tongue, knocked back by a particularly harsh strike.

“Ah!” You winced, slapping your hands over your mouth. “Damian, are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you that hard, gods, your poor face—”

“Distracted,” Damian grit, blinking away the panging under his cheekbone. “You were moving on instinct. It’s okay.”

He caught his breath, shoulders rising and falling with every labored gasp. Your hands jumped up to squeeze them, fingers gauzy from the wrappings you both used while sparring, sweatless. Cursing in Greek, you tapped his jaw so he’d turn it and Damian obeyed, shamefully watching you out of the corner of his eye. Something flared in his chest. Not embarrassment from losing or meekness from being cared for—something darker, something deeper. You weren’t even out of breath. Here he was, a feeble mortal with scars and wrinkles, tended to by a girl who could’ve just started college. He liked that difference. He didn’t know why.

Your lips just barely glimpsed the epicenter of the forming bruise. “I’m so sorry… Do you want to be done?”

Damian’s mind examined the question like a computer’s processor would. You’d started sparring only a few minutes ago, and Damian was behind on the workout regime that kept him in shape as Batman… But another few minutes with you in your skimpy sparring clothes could end dangerously. His thoughts were dark enough already.

“Yes,” he submitted, “I’ll shower.” You traipsed to the side to go fetch him ice, and, knowing you, Damian caught your wrist and ordered, “It was an accident. Don’t worry over it.”

Frowning, you turned your hand over in his wrist and held his, clean and without any of the ancientness hidden in your eyes. “I should know better—should control myself better. Are you really alright?”

Damian sighed. Again, he licked his lip, tasting the skin he’d cracked and split on patrol the night prior. He moved to cup the small of your back, but crucially hesitated. Reading his mind, you pressed your chests together and kissed him sweetly, lips plump and warm against his. Both of your hands crept into his hair, catching on the barely-there slips of silver by his ears. Damian’s palm flinched on your back, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t mind. You didn’t even care, about the taste or the silver or—or the difference.

“I-I’m fine,” Damian said, feeling filthy. To make his point, he gave your side a teasing pinch, “I trust you.”

You choose to stay quiet as Damian slunk off to the showers. He only realized how much his back ached until the cold water bore down on him, tested and trialed by patrol. The suit usually supported his artificial spine just fine, but tonight had irked it, making him feel twitchy and uncomfortable. It sat between his shoulders like a strip of hot iron, tearing against his muscles. Talia had saved his life with it years ago, but had used it as a conduit to control Damian’s body—until Richard and Father had saved him. Now, it existed to mock his mortality. When Damian rotted, nothing would remain but the metal parts holding him together. Every day, he became more like his father in that sense.

So he had two immortal parts: his spine, and his wife.

Damian did his best not to replay the reminder your fellow Amazons had left you with on your last mission, but he had nothing else to think about as he washed his hair. Artemis had been trying to be considerate when she pulled you aside, but her warning stung as sharply as her ax did:

Are you prepared to outlive him, Y/N?

Damian couldn’t help but reflect that question back onto himself. Would I ever be able to leave her behind?

When the Amazons retreated to Themyscira and hid, they earned a deathless existence. Maybe that was why they honored battle so deeply—it was the only thing that could take them from this world, and therefore the only thing that made it worth living. Damian had seen first-hand what agelessness can do to a person. His grandfather had rotted from the inside out, dying long before his body had. He worried about you often for that reason. Maybe he thought too much of himself, but he wondered if he was your reason for living forever; your battle-death. Or maybe he just wanted to be.

With that memory came others. Without meaning to, Damian fell down a rabbit hole in his computer-like mind, reviewing all similar evidence. (To support what conclusion, he was too lost to say).

He remembered Thanksgiving. His family had grown so large in recent years that even the massive dining table couldn’t contain the entire Wayne population, so Dick’s and Tim’s children (Damian’s nieces and nephews) were kept at another table. But when he looked down his own, the youngest face at the adult table was yours. Ironically, you were even older than Alfred. Damian wasn’t the only one to notice. His sister Helena, having been around Amazons the least, doubled back constantly to scrutinize you. It filled him with a peculiar, repulsive ache.

Not at you. Your beauty and youth hardly disgusted him. If anything, it was how very not disgusted he was laying next to you that put that feeling in his chest. And Helena’s eyes, trying to hide their concern.

He remembered your conversation with Diana on the Watchtower. While it was hard to understand why Bruce would be friends with cheery Superman, Damian immediately drew a line between the reserved pin of Diana’s shoulders to his Father’s restlessness. She’d lost Steve Trevor a long time ago, but she still floated warnings around your head. I ask you, out of simple curiosity, she’d told you, is loving him now worth the suffering his death will bring?

If Damian was analyzing the Amazon, he’d say that it was a question for herself moreso than you. Had loving Trevor been worth it, even if his death had killed her? He knew that Diana hadn’t been dissuading you from marrying Damian, just warning you, but his paranoia had wrapped around his chest and squeezed mercilessly.

...Until you answered: Of course it is. Of course he is. Is that even a question, Diana?

And then that thing around his chest had pulled even tighter, because it confirmed that this wasn’t some silly fear lurking alone in Damian’s mind. You knew you would outlive him someday. As warm as he felt knowing you would stay with him, his blood drained knowing that, if that’s how things ended, you would suffer either way.

(There was still time. You could still get out. Maybe you could recover from him in the fifty, forty years he had left, and when his time came, the shovel might not dig as deeply. There was still time.)

It was Damian who was the problem. He acknowledged this with bitter self-pity, then ripped himself out of his train of thought to finish showering.

When he emerged, you were waiting for him with ice and reading a book. You stood, occupied with the text, and instinctively passed him the ice. “Bed?” You asked over the edge of the page, smiling.

Damian grunted a yes, letting you take the lead and float down the hall toward your shared room. He trudged along by comparison, but something lifted inside him when he noticed the pajamas you were wearing. You were cutely tucked up in one of his sweaters, playing with one sleeve as you walked. He noted your lack of bra (there were no bras on Themyscira, so you rarely wore them), and followed the line of your spine down to the soft curve of your ass in your underwear. Damian’s neck whipped up and his eyes snapped shut. He shuffled after you, ashamed enough to forget you were married.

“I apologize for keeping you up,” he said, to have something to say. Being Batman made it so he was most active at night, and lately you’d starting sharing his schedule in order to spend more time with him. Going to bed at four AM, like now, was routine.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder, took in his red ears, and cooly shrugged.

“This nightly schedule of ours has made me nostalgic,” you told him, “when I was new to Themyscira—” (not, when I was a girl, because you’d technically never been), “—I was taught astronomy, and in the summers we would become nocturnal to study the constellations. We would sleep during the day and stay up all night. It was liberating, and peaceful.”

You bumped open the bedroom door with your hip, again drawing Damian’s eye. You kept it, smiling at him, “And I don’t need to sleep, my love. I do it to spend time with you.”

“Oh,” Damian said, even if he knew that already.

He reminded himself of your otherworldliness as he got ready for bed, hammering it into his mind to make it stick. You’d never been a child, not in this body at least. Only one Amazon had been carved from clay. The others were the reincarnated souls of women felled by men, who then crawled out of the coasts of Themyscira, reborn. The memories of your past life had faded with age, which Damian was content with - he didn’t want your entire existence to hinge on the abuse of one man, as his did. You were thousands of years old. You weren’t fresh from university, thrown into a marriage with a man twenty years your senior. You weren’t naive, either - or innocent.

Damian dragged off his robe and threw it on the nearest chair. He heard you inhale deeply through your nose, but otherwise ignored it, slipping his boxers over his hips and trying not to strain his back. When he moved to find a shirt to wear with it, a playful hand closed the drawer before he could find one.

“Why not sleep without a shirt tonight?” You grinned, tongue catching on your canine. “It might get too warm with all the blankets we have, and I wouldn’t want you getting hot… and sweaty… and worked up…”

Damian threw you a deadpanned look. “Funny.”

When he went to open the drawer again, you slid in front of it, pinning yourself between him and the dresser. The open collar of his sweater fell down to expose more of your shoulder, and according to the warmth flourishing in Damian’s gut, the empty canvas begged to be kissed. You blinked up at him through your lashes, calculating your next move.

Damian uttered your name in warning.

“Mr. Wayne,” you replied, evenly. Something flashed in your eyes when he spoke your name. “...Don’t think I didn’t notice how you stared at me… admired me, when we sparred. You don’t get distracted, yet you took a hit because you weren’t paying attention. Care to explain?”

Damian blanched. Any blood left in his face drained away when your foot traced up the side of his leg, opening your thighs and drawing him closer by the back of his knees. He wouldn’t let himself be enticed further in - this time, something about it felt wrong.

“Rough patrol,” Damian sighed. “Now, off. I’m too tired for this, beloved.”

Your face melted from its seductive pedestal to a low, empathetic sweetness. Standing on both feet again, you drew your hands from his arms to his shoulders, frowning. For some reason, it was this that made his cock twitch in his pants. He was a sucker for your gentleness.

“Okay,” you relented, “But can I at least help with your back? I can tell it’s been bothering you.” Both hands raised, you wiggled your fingers at him, “I gave the best back rubs on the island, Damian.”

Damian rolled over the outcomes in his mind, but your hands were too tempting to resist. “Fine.”

He said it grouchily, and trudged over to the bed with a similar attitude, but still, you warmly snuggled up behind him when Damian sat down on his side of the bed. Two men-slaying arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him back into you. A soft cheek pressed into his aching shoulder, kissing it with feather-light brushes of your lips. Every pucker made Damian dizzy. Ra’s would be ashamed - you softened him so easily.

Your hands appreciated his stomach and ribs while your mouth wandered his shoulders, nuzzling and kissing him to gauge where he was wound most tightly. A sweet, placating method, but one that made Damian’s toes curl. Before your hands migrated to his back, they lingered low on his chest. He dove head-first into a daydream of your smaller, equally deadly fingers pumping saliva along his aching cock, thumbing the tip, bringing it to your soft, wet lips -

Damian was thankful to be facing away from you. The twinge in his boxers was quickly a full-on erection, and he shuffled around it pitifully. His fingers were numb with mortification, but he had to hide it from you - how despicable was he, having fantasies about his youthful wife…

Kissing the base of his skull and completely unaware of his situation (or were you?), your hands fluttered across his ribs and smoothed over the tan, marred skin of his back, gradually applying pressure as you came closer to the knots that Gotham had put in his muscles. Damian sighed. He grated his mind with clean, antiseptic thoughts. The Lasso of Truth had pain-nulling properties. Maybe the reason Diana wielded it was because she lacked this healing power herself, unlike the other Amazons - unlike you, with your sweet nothings and your balming hands. He felt the pad of your thumb trace a whipping scar on his back. If he followed the feeling into a peaceful, blank mind, it felt like it evaporated under your touch.

“My beautiful husband,” you murmured, framing his artificial spine with your hands, “I’m enchanted by every part of you.”

Every part of you, you said, literally touching the ugliest pieces of his body. Damian shivered. It didn’t help how clear your voice sounded in comparison to his, light and lilting.

The pressure his back had been putting on his spine ebbed away with every press, and soon, Damian was almost lazing against you, sighing and muffling moans. You were incredible. He had to brace his hands on the edge of the bed to keep himself upright. Moving them made him realize that he’d been digging his nails into the back of his wrist, and the sudden relief only added to your ministrations.

The warm lips butterflying across his shoulders paused, pulled back, and then gingerly, sweetly began to float across the metal bones of his spine.

Damian’s eyes flew shut. A high sound left his throat, and you giggled, reading it for what it was. He ducked his head, shivering from head to toe. He was harder than he’d ever been in his entire life - and it was disgusting, disgusting of him, but somehow also not. His wife was young and sexy and perfect, and Damian wanted to fuck her senseless because of it.

The tips of your fingers, satisfied with how loose and relaxed he was, lifted to trace the line of his deltoid. Lust surged through him like electrified adrenaline, and in one movement, he’d whirled up, turned around, thrown you onto your back and dragged you down the bed by your ankles. You squealed in the most un-Amazon-like way, and the sound turned the heat in Damian’s stomach from a sizzle to a scorch.

He pulled until your legs hung off the bed and rutted his hips between your legs, making you yelp and laugh. When Damian pinned you beneath him, your chest met at the ribs, your noses bumped at the tips, your hips locked together - everything was a perfect fit. You were smaller than him in all the right ways. When he tilted his head and devoured your lips with open-mouthed kisses, one of his hands neatly cinched around your wrists. He swallowed your muffled whine and cupped the back of your neck, surging your lips together.

“Little tease,” he snarled, just inches from your face, “making me feel like a damn creep. You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be an Amazon if I wasn’t perceptive,” you simpered, breathless, and the way you crossed your ankles around his back shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did.

Damian dropped your head back onto the sheets without ceremony, slithering lower to suck and marr the clean, scarless skin. The Amazon healing factor made you a clean slate regardless of how many wounds you sustained, but just for now, Damian was going to mark you as his. With his free hand, he shoved his shirt up over your breasts and swirled his tongue around the closest nipple, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of the other. Instantly, your hips rolled up into his, and Damian slammed his back down with so much enthusiasm that it pinned yours in place. Your helpless moan pours into his core like liquid lust. Fuck.

He quite literally rips off your underwear, shredding the skimpy fabric in one hand and tossing it over his shoulder. Gods, you gasp, which is the first time Damian feels your wrists fight his grip. He considers it - your hands all over him, thumbing his scars, dragging your nails down his back, and drops them with a final squeeze. Two invincible hands sear into his hair and pull him up for more intense, breathy kissing. Damian rewards his sound decision-making by taking his newly freed fingers and cupping both of your tits, sloppily kissing them and your belly on his way down.

“D-Damian!’ You whine at the loss of his bulge between your legs, but you’re quickly soothed.

Snapping his hands under your knees, he forces them down on your chest until you’re spread and open for him, just how Damian likes. You clearly love it, since your grip squeezes over his own and the hand from before guides his head between your trembling legs. Damian makes his introduction with a blatant, claiming lick, tonguing your cunt from top to bottom. You scream - voice torn and wanting. He’s too good to need his hands. There’s a burn in his scalp from your hold on his hair and his back burns being bent over this way, but both are nothing but a meek outline to the tall shadow of lust hanging over him.

Sucking your clit into his mouth, he revels in your taste, slurping and licking like it's the first luxury he's had in months. Your moan carries into others like a single note in a whole song of them, shooting higher or ducking lower in pitch depending on how Damian applies his skills. He likes it most when words try and fall out of your gasps, since you're too deep in pleasure to even speak. Damian must look nothing short of murderous. You toss and bob your head in desperation, but go slack when you meet his eyes, like the look is just as pleasurable as the tongue inside you.

This part of your sexual ritual is not new. Damian loves it, sure, but more often than not oral is the only sex you partake in. Amazons are more fertile than usual (something about divine femininity from their patron goddesses), so a condom and birth control only help the risk so much.

That's what's shining in Damian's eyes - he has no plans to use a condom tonight.

You cum hard, curling your ankles around Damian's ears and panting. He keeps going, and going, obscenely swallowing down your orgasm, bent over you to the point of discomfort. His nose insists against your clit as his tongue curls into your entrance, getting you ready for him. Both hands clamping down on your thighs slide lower, finding their thickest part and squeezing the skin there. Damian ends his attack with a filthy kiss to your sensitive core, making you hoarsely moan.

He stands. You watch him, balanced on your elbows, throat exposed and panting. Your slick rolls down his neck and shines on his lips and nose, which Damian purposefully and seductively licks off. His blown eyes drill into yours as he regains his breath.

Damian slides off his boxers. You further spread your legs, inviting him in, and neither of you mention the condom.

His kiss is patient, this time, absorbing and loving. Your breath hitches when the warmth of his cock grazes your inner thigh, and Damian's next kiss comes with a dirty smile. Big, possessive hands palm and knead your sides. His nose nuzzles into your cheek, finding your lips with his eyes closed. Damian purrs after every one. There's no need to talk, or explain, or worry - for the two of you, these moments are few and short, so you take them in like the sun in winter.

Damian kneels on the bed. You draw your thighs around his waist, making him hum in approval. He covers your form with his, broad and protective, and you exchange warm stares as he settles into place. Damian's eyes are soft and glitter with hard-earned wisdom. You cup his cheek, and Damian takes it as an invitation to press a deep, lasting kiss to your forehead.

“Will you have me?” He asks.

“Always. Forever.” You answer, and for just this one moment, the lie doesn't sting.

Damian spits into his hand, brow furrowing at the graceless method (to which you giggle), and spreads it over himself. Your eager eyes only made him harder. Going a thousand years without knowing what a dick even looked like made you a little bit more than curious, so he lets you do the honors, feeling him in your warm hand and rubbing him against your heat. A spark of something coils in his belly at the unbridled delight on your face. Something about being the only man to ever do this with you, especially in this context, floods him with adrenaline. It's less about corrupting an Amazon and more about his wife, and his wife looking at his cock like she wants it to fill her for hours on end.

He follows the pull of your hand with his hips, jaw going slack at the perfect, velvety squeeze he's greeted with. Damian's groan harmonizes with your squeak, but you recover before he does and pull him into the first of many kisses. He starts to thrust as soon as he's able, vibrating your kisses until you're shamelessly licking each other's tongues and crying for more. Damian aims for hard instead of fast, fucking you full of him in measured, brutal thrusts. Just as he'd hoped, your hands scramble across his back and dig into his shoulders. He rewards you with even more powerful bucks of his hips, rolling the base of his cock into the plush, wet squeeze of your heat. You meet every beat with a solid clench that unravels whatever remains of Damian's mind.

“Fuck,” he hisses, drilling harder, practically shoving you further up the bed with every stroke.

The fists braced beside your head go lax, dropping and scooping up under your shoulders. You melt instantly into the embrace, welcoming Damian closer. Hugging you into the mattress, he persists, canting up your hips to meet them properly with his. Here, your soft moans are louder and more meaningful. When you gasp his name and beg him to keep going, Damian turns his face into your neck and sucks whatever skin he can get.

You feel him find some leverage against the floor, feel his back arch off your chest, and then a hand is sliding between you to stir your clit. Just the lightest touch of his thumb makes you snap your teeth together. But it's the way his touch wanders, outlining your labia, stroking where your bodies most closely meet, that's the biggest turn-on. Damian's grunts drag out into full growls the longer your orgasm eludes him, so the digit madly circling your sore clit becomes a useful tool. You can feel his expression twist into your shoulder, slack with ecstasy. He knows by now that only brutal measures can overtake an Amazon, so he's learned to enjoy executing them.

The moment you cum, Damian slides out. You whine pitifully at the sudden emptiness and clench around nothing, but allow him the needed pause, stars dancing in your vision. Another part of your ritual: Damian will torture you until just a touch would make you cum.

Pliant, you're rolled onto your elbows and knees. Immediately, you spread them low and hide your face in your arms, wracked all over with lingering electricity. Damian chuckles at your pliancy. The blunt pads of his three longest fingers push through your folds until they're good and wet, then continue the assault on your sensitive nub. His lips meet your back on instinct. Reverent and perhaps on purpose, his nose draws down the line of your spine and gives it the same treatment you gave his. Like a cat, you push up into his touch.

“Nng,” you choke, “Dam-Dami… guh, more, please Damian… please please—”

Your rocking hips must earn you some pity, because Damian finally shuffles up onto his knees, fingers never leaving your soft cunt. Now that he's going to fill you again, his pace takes a vicious turn. It pauses just long enough for him to cup his hand under your belly instead, then restarts with the same heavy vigor, twisting and twisting and twisting—

You're over the edge, again. Damian barely gives you a moment to shiver before the warm weight of his cock is inside you again, filling you up in one breath. It lurches out of your lungs in one high, weak mewl, the length of which gives you no time to get in any more air. Squeaks and yelps are fucked out of you by the hips. Every tightly coiled slam of Damian's body to yours forces you to gulp down more air, powerless against your third trial of mounting pleasure. The hand not destroying your clit holds him up on your other side, dangerously trembling. Damian's getting close. He has to be, right?

If you had to, you could definitely hold out for longer - but something about this time feels different. The lack of condom is only the start of it. Damian's mouth worships the skin it can kiss, frantic and wanting, caught between pleasuring you and taking what he wants. His hands never cease. He is everything the Amazons warned you about: a cruel, vicious mortal man, rutting into you like you're his (and he's yours), taking as he gives, seeding you like a whore. You love it.

The white in your vision edges closely into black. Your core throbs, both painfully and pleasurably, just uncomfortable enough to keep you on your toes. Every thrust feels like an orgasm of its own, throwing you forward into your arms and rolling your eyes up into your head. The sheets in your grip threaten to rip, and the crescents you press into your arm nearly bleed.

Your throat is raw from endless strings of babbling. If Damian hadn't suddenly pulled out again, making you stop, you wouldn't have even realized you were howling like that. But his fingers persist. You cum to the lewd schlick of his digits fucking your clit, and the satisfied him that purrs up your back.

Cursing in Greek, you melt into the bed without him. Just like before, you're rolled onto your back. The change in perspective lags in your orgasm-numbed brain. But soon enough, Damian’s gaze finds yours, and then your lips meet, further dragging your mind into its deepest trenches. You gasp and heave, feeling nothing but the unending pulsing of your empty core.

“How many more times do you think I can make you cum?” Damian whispers, drawing his hands down your (desperately) open thighs.

You squirm up into his hands, too weak to raise them more than an inch off the bed. The only way to answer him is with some crazed nodding. Damian's grin glows with smug heat. It's not something you see often, so you bask in it, which is when he scoops under your back and drops you into his lap.

“Last time,” he promises, kissing your chin and helping you get comfortable, “I just want you one more time. Just one more.”

You snuggle your arms around his shoulders and hide your blazing face in Damian's neck. “Please…”

Damian applies another, deeper kiss to the side of your face, and then swings around to plant his feet on the floor. Knowing he's getting his bearings to fuck you - to finish inside you - sends a happy flutter between your aching legs. You're so sensitive that just the idea of his cockhead pushing into your cunt makes you throb, so the real thing nearly brings you to tears. Both of Damian's big, warm arms collect you around your middle. You have to credit his strength, since you couldn't lift off your knees if you tried. You're rolled up, then slid back down onto several delicious inches of perfect dick.

The fullness is so hot you sob, hands scuttling across Damian's shoulders for purchase. You find his mouth in a slurred haze, tasting the mint of his toothpaste and the familiar flavor of his tongue. He pins you there with a fierce hand in your and thrusts up. It makes a satisfying smack that leaves you off-balance, and Damian doesn't wait for you to find it again - his merciless pace returns, panting and cursing and tonging into your mouth in a fury. Each snap winds you tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until you're too numb to do anything but hold him. The pressure is agonizing.

So close so close so close, you hiss, and finally cum, sobbing on his dick.

A couple haggard gasps and Damian is there with you, rolling his hips mindlessly into yours. He guides you through your fourth orgasm with a coarse, boiling moan, capturing your lips in a breath-taking kiss.

And his cum. Damian pumps his seed inside you until his tank is empty, letting himself drain into you in hot, milky throbs. At first, all you feel is his sudden stillness and a building warmth. Then he seeps out of you, dribbling down your thighs and coating your laps. You would never tell another Themysciran this, but the debauched, possessive imagery of Damian's cum leaking out of you - Damian's cum filling you - makes you love Man's world.

You hover in front of each other, gulping down air after the thorough exercise, lips just inches away. Damian surprises you by closing the gap with a sweet, meaningful kiss.

His eyes are lighter. He doesn't seem as ashamed as before. Simply put, Damian looks like he's committing the moment to memory. You find yourself doing the same. His body radiates cozy, snuggly warmth, even with his scars and skills, and the hands now cradling your head - the hands that had killed as yours had - reassure you of his love.

“...F-four times, it seems,” you answer his earlier question. Fingers stuck in place from the unreleased tension, they twitch across his back. You giggle. “I'm definitely pregnant.”

Conflict burns across Damian's face, like it always does when you mention things like that. Permanent, forever things. But this time, he's in control, and his decision has been made.

Damian pressed his thumbs into your belly and smirked. "Good."

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hazbinhotelcanon · 5 years ago

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Voxtagram posts - 16 June 2020 to 30 June 2020

These are all the “in character” posts & comments from the Helluva/Hazbin accounts that have recently been popping up on Instagram. Comments from other people aren’t included unless characters interact with them. Since Instagram doesn’t have a chronological feed & timestamps show only the date on posts older than 24 hours, I’ve listed the posts as close to chronologically as I can reconstruct.

I’ve seen tons of fans expressing annoyance/frustration at trying to keep up with these in character Instagram accounts and their new lore and plots. That’s the top reason I started this blog. If you want to see my ongoing logs of the in character Instagram posts, follow @hazbinhotelcanon!

I’m gonna call these “Voxtagram posts” instead of “Instagram posts” because Hazbin/Helluva Hell's equivalents to our social media sites were apparently named for Vox—Voxtagram, Voogle, VoxTube, Voxcarto—so I’ll use that for the in-universe posts.

Since this is the first “Voxtagram” post, I’ve got a big disclaimer on how “canon” this material is; I’ll put it at the bottom of this post. First, the actual art!

Canon accounts featured in this post: just Blitzo (blitzorodeo) and Stolas (daddy_hoothoot).

16 June 2020

blitzorodeo Here at the stable!!! #horsethings #itwasonly5$$$$$$$$ #selfie❤️ #😈😈😈😈

17 June 2020

blitzorodeo I just cant choose what name to give my horse!! They’re just so good! Which is your favorite 🥺😈😛 #namesrhard #icantwaittowriteitdownagain

19 June 2020

blitzorodeo My horse and I went to the living world. How do you people deal with all this blue

janegumball Blitz, show us your horse blitzorodeo @janegumball 😮👏😢🙌😔 janegumball @blitzorodeo so no horse? Damn... 😔 blitzorodeo @janegumball Push pin (my horse) and i have a special relationship, you cant just ask for pictures of my horse

20 June 2020

blitzorodeo I got new riding boots!! My horse coupon 2.0 picked them out for me! :0) BT dubs, i changed my horses’ name to coupon 2.0

megan25gothiqueimmortel Youre awesome like always Blitzy blitzorodeo @megan25gothiqueimmortel 😍😍😍 yes i am good thanks 😋💖💕❤️

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blitzorodeo

Watching my favorite movie with my horse!!

#movienight🥺 #spiritismyfavmovie

blitzorodeo Maxipad and i can’t get enough of these lil iced bitches 🥰😛😋 BTdubs i renamed my horse to maxipad dont flame me 🔥🔥🔥 #icedcofee #mmmmiloveicedcoffee #donttslktomebeforeihavemycoffree

markzillow655 I feel like Blitz put some drugs in that drink blitzorodeo @markzillow655 its just iced coffee 😬

janegumball What name is on your horse’s birth certificate? blitzorodeo @janegumball 😳 thats a secret 😗❤️

watsurdamage dont tslk to me before i have my coffree probablyfakeblonde @watsurdamage leave him alone, he just wants to enjoy time with his horse watsurdamage @probablyfakeblonde what horse blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde 😔

21 June 2020

blitzorodeo WENT TO THE MOOOOVVVIIIEEESSSS!! 🥴 it was lame, no horses in this movie 😑👎 it suuuuxxxxxxx!!! Anyways my horses new name is nail polish #moxxiehasstinyPP #iatrtheirpopcorm #illreviewthrmovielater

lordskelecat Pics of the horse or it doesn’t exist blitzorodeo @lordskelecat YOU CANT JUST ASK FOR PICS OF MY HORSE!!! DONT FLAME ME!!! 🔥🔥🔥

blitzorodeo Throw back to last years halloween costume!!! My horse Latex glove said i should post it :0) Oh yea my horses new name is latex glove #iusedlotsofmakeuponmyhorns #andotherplaces;) #donthugmeillloosemymakeuponyou

akira282006 Isn't it in those clothes that blitzo appears in a Hazbin hotel scene?. By the way great costume👌 blitzorodeo @akira282006 i had to look fancy at the stufio 😎

markzillow655 That is awesome looking ngl blitzorodeo @markzillow655 😎🔥

22 June 2020

blitzorodeo My horse and i found this in Moxxies closet! LOOOL!!! Im pretty sure moxxie cant pull it off like Tupperware can. My horses new name is tupperware BTW🥺😎👍❤️ #bigdickenergyproblemslol #myjorsesnsmeistupperware #stolaseatmyass

radio_demon_husk He wouldn’t know about virginity after all he did sleep with stolas blitzorodeo @radio_demon_husk who the fuck is stolas

yaelgilbert He low-key kinda hot tho. blitzorodeo @yaelgilbert 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

blitzorodeo GOD DAMN IT!! They gave me fucking HOT COFFEE!! 👿🔥 this is bullshit im about to to full karen on their asses!! BTdubs, my horses name is ICED COFFEE WHICH IS WHAT I WANTED!!! #bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit!!!!

hellishgirly34 Do you like Moxxie xD? Spit the tea! blitzorodeo @licoholics nah he’s stinky.

23 June 2020

blitzorodeo Having my hotdog that my horse recommended. This guy wont stop talking to me. I changed my horses name to keystroke #thightuesday❤️😈 #hotdogtimeisagoodtime

yaelgilbert You gonna slurp that mustered off your lap or can I? blitzorodeo @yaelgilbert I want a happy meal first

blitzorodeo In a meeting rn, i love these filters LOL! My horse chose this filter :0) Their name is now snimmer~ #moxxieisatotalbabe #thattaghas100+onit #proovesmoxxieisbaby #:)😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

janegumball Snimmer is a dumb name 👎 blitzorodeo @janegumball 🔥👿👎🔥

blitzorodeo Feeling cute today, calling my horse on an old clamshell phone! 😈❤️🌟#foundthisoldshotinaboxlol #missusingmyclalmshells

daddy_hoothoot My eyes have been blessed to see my dear Blitzy like this! You’re always so adorable.

bryan_fedrix what's the horse's name now? blitzorodeo @bryan_fedrix THANK YOU FOR ASKING, the name is shrinkwrap

25 June 2020

daddy_hoothoot Octavia said I needed an instagram account and surprised me this morning. Am I doing this right? #nofilter #wokeuplikethis

blitzorodeo 👎 daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo Oh, Blitzy, you know you love seeing this in the morning❤️❤️❤️ blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot 😔 not a horse

blitzorodeo 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

edwar_17_art Birb father daddy_hoothoot @edwar_17_art I’m not quite sure what a “birb” is but I am indeed a father. And a very proud one at that.

boiled_trash Daddy hoot hoot? Can you be my daddy~? daddy_hoothoot @boiled_trash I’m sorry, I already have a daughter

blitzorodeo Stolas came over and asked for my horse cook but snowcone (my horse) isn’t interested. 🥴👿😑

blitzorodeo BTW my horse is a master chef 🔥

daddy_hoothoot My, what a lovely pair of legs those are!

blitzorodeo At the pool with my horse! We both have pool floaties we stole from some kid together 🥺🔥😈

daddy_hoothoot Oh! You’re in the pool? blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot ................................. no........................... boiled_trash @karlaanimatesyt stolas is bout to join him karlaanimatesyt @boiled_trash Not it I get there first and stop him! 🤠 It’s our job to protect blitzo >:0!! blitzorodeo @karlaanimatesyt finally i have a human shield jaquiialeworld @daddy_hoothoot Stolas, I know how to make blitzo surrender to you, give him a horse blitzorodeo @jaquiialeworld i already have a horse 👎

wolf.nerd.geek Also Blitzo is so cute that face he is making can you send me a link to this pic please blitzorodeo @wolf.nerd.geek this is my selfie 😑🔥

thorns521 How do you feel about Stolas’s new account Blitzø? blitzorodeo @thorns521 I can never post a thigh pic again... daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo Don’t let me get in the way of you showing the world those hot thighs 😉

vinfer8 Who took the picture? 🤔 blitzorodeo @vinfer8 obviously my horse

boiled_trash What does your horse’s pool float look like? blitzorodeo @boiled_trash looks like a dragon 🐉

karlaanimatesyt Wow.... :0 What’s your horses name today? :D I’m interested!! blitzorodeo @karlaanimatesyt pool noodle 😎

nightmurr 🥺💕 you have such a cute little smile i- blitzorodeo @nightmurr 😎

princess_.ee Whats your horses name? blitzorodeo @princess_.ee FINALLY SOMEONE ASSKKED. Its Noodle, pool noodle

26 June 2020

daddy_hoothoot I spy a cutie 😈🥰 @blitzorodeo

pipunpkin i spy a SIMP daddy_hoothoot @pipunpkin If a “SIMP” means Sexy Imp then yes

watsurdamage Suspiciously with no horse... 👀 blitzorodeo @watsurdamage he went to use the bathroom obviously watsurdamage @blitzorodeo obviously boiled_trash @blitzorodeo where’s his pool float then??? watsurdamage @boiled_trash @blitzorodeo I think they’ve got you there blitz daddy_hoothoot @watsurdamage no one needs to pick on my Blitzy. If he says there was a horse there, there was a horse there.

blitzorodeo New icon fr da newme (My horse, typo, wrote that for me)

daddy_hoothoot 😘

maro.drawings blitzo your photos are always beautiful 👌💖 but I need to ask you something .... how much does a domicile murder cost? blitzorodeo @maro.drawings you have to get a consultation if you want a priiicceeeee 🔥

blitzorodeo So.. Remember, bushes are great places to hide... my horse, dixxie cup, hid in the bush next to me #hidingforgoodreasonslol #itskindafunnybutalsonotbecauseimstuckinabush #updatelateronthebushsituation

daddy_hoothoot Oh dear

janegumball Dixie Cup is a dumb dumb name 👎 horse name 0/10 blitzorodeo @janegumball DONT FLAME MEEEEE!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

sirnasteryg87 is your horse okay? (´；д；`) blitzorodeo @sirnasteryg87 dixie cup is doin just fine, were both hiding in the

27 June 2020

blitzorodeo ok update, I was able to escape the bushes and I got an iced coffee, I'm fine looooool. My horse (named latex glove) also got one too. I think we'll come here more often to get coffeeeee #tastyasfuckman #iloveicedcoffeeitstasty

daddy_hoothoot Hope you’re enjoying the living world, Blitzy! Can’t wait to see you when you get back! blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot yea yea....

maichyartnoodles You look like you are doing an Ahegao, wtf?! blitzorodeo @maichyartnoodles weeb

thesydinator Just add some beta blockers with that iced coffee, and bam: you’re completely hammered blitzorodeo @thesydinator now THAT sounds like an idea 😎😎😍😍

ant_arts_entertainment I love horses blitzorodeo @ant_arts_entertainment this guy gets me

king_leb72 Damn why were you in the bushes blitzorodeo @king_leb72 i have my motives, im a pro

blitzorodeo This is the piñata that reminded me of moxxie LOL. Tortilla chip (my horse) said to give it to mills, I think she’d love it 🤣😈

daddy_hoothoot It’s cute but not quite as cute as a certain imp I know 😏 😈 angelmadefromhell @daddy_hoothoot Moxxie? daddy_hoothoot @angelmadefromhell Which one of the little ones are they? blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot Just remember our agreement and you can call me whatever you want... ill see you at 8 daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo Can’t wait! 😘

janegumball You took my name suggestion. If you change it again I’m afraid I’m gonna have to report your account. blitzorodeo @janegumball wtffff!!!!!

daddy_hoothoot Had myself a bit of a spook. Still not quite used to this phone. #dadprobs 🦉

blitzorodeo Use a filter daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo I’ll keep that in mind for next time

hellishgirly34 Stolas, why Blitzo was hiding in a bush? daddy_hoothoot @bluepatata I’m not quite sure. I tried to call him but he didn’t pick up.

daddy_hoothoot Got to spend the day with Octavia. 💖🖤#prouddad #saturdaysaremadefordads

ballora_x Wait, I have a good question, how can you're daughter hear everything in the Headsets wale she doesn't have ears? daddy_hoothoot @ballora_x we’re in Hell, dear. Living world logic doesn’t apply.

ricardo_silis_garcia_ I came to ask for your daughter's hand daddy_hoothoot @ricardo_silis_garcia_ not my hand to give. Besides she’s far too young for matrimony.

28 June 2020

blitzorodeo I drew a picture of msyulef as a horse :) im such a a creative guy!! my given horse name from my horse (Renamed to flavor dust) is blitzo2. if you translate it it's whIIIINNENEEE nay bRRRRRR HEEERRGH. #whatsyourhorsiename #stolasdontotinteract

blitzorodeo Im such a good artist boiled_trash @blitzorodeo you’re not a good artist, you’re an amazing one! blitzorodeo @boiled_trash 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍YOURE 👏 RIGHT👏👏👏

daddy_hoothoot You’re always so talented with your hands, Blitzy!

sugar.weaver My horse name is Tiny Whore - or Horse... I'm not fluent yet and they're pretty similar sounds... In horse that's PBBBF.. NNNEEHHHHHEH BPFF! BPFF! (The exclamation points are important to the translation) blitzorodeo @sugar.weaver i liked this 3 times. Your horse name is perfect PBBBF NNNNNEEEHHHEH BPPFF BPFFF, fucking amazing sugar.weaver @blitzorodeo Thank you so much, whIIIIINNENEEE nay bRRRRRR HEEERRGH, but you forgot my exclamation points and called me Clammy Ankles 😔😔😔 blitzorodeo @sugar.weaver i was being informal but ill remember next time 😔

momgimmeoreo How did you learn how to draw, Blitz? blitzorodeo @momgimmeoreo im just talented

beetle.ghosts omg you're so talented blitzorodeo @beetle.ghosts ❤️❤️❤️😍❤️😍❤️❤️❤️😍😍❤️❤️😍😍

andonijean Oh wow! This is a piece of art! I'll give you one hundred of apples for it~ blitzorodeo @andonijean WOW GIMMUE APPLE

aateabee Gosh, I wish my art was as good as yours, Blitzo. I feel unworthy when I look at your art. blitzorodeo @aateabee ❤️😎❤️😎❤️😎❤️😎❤️😎😎😎

aitesound666 I Love you art，will you draw moxxie as a horse? blitzorodeo @aitesound666 i should....!!!!!

karlaanimatesyt Blitzo! >:0 I LOVE YOUR ART, YOU ARE SUCH A GODDESS! Will you ever do more art? :D I would love to see some more! blitzorodeo @karlaanimatesyt wow.... yes... ill post more art 😍😍❤️😍❤️

boiled_trash Love your art, Blitzo! Have you considered doing commissions? blitzorodeo @boiled_trash im thinjing of opening them soon :)

kaldraws8280 Oh you should hang it on moxxies fridge! I bet hed love it! blitzorodeo @kaldraws8280 hed better....

leoleochleoleo you draw yourself as a horse because you like to lay on your fours for the old owl 7u7? blitzorodeo @leoleochleoleo FIRST OF ALL. Im a top, and second, i draw myself as a horse because its my SPIRIT animal >:(

blitzorodeo Some requests!! You guys really like my art 😋 i worked really hard on moxxies horsiebdrawing. He doesnt HAVE a horse name. Its just moxxie. My red crayon ran out i only had blue dont flame me preps

daddy_hoothoot 💖💖💖💖💖💖🥺!!! blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot its from that time you choked on a rat bone 🦴 daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo I still absolutely adore it! daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo There’s only one bone I enjoy choking on 😏 blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot STOLAS

megadoomed Do you take constructive criticism blitzorodeo @megadoomed no

nightmurr AN ART GOD 😳😳 blitzorodeo @nightmurr 😎🔥 i am really good at art

aitesound666 I think you deserve this 🙌🙌👏👏👏 blitzorodeo @aitesound666 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

useful.crew.too Your drawings and pictures bring me such joy!! blitzorodeo @useful.crew.too 😍❤️

mr_unknown15632 Your art work is amazing not gonna lie, the second drawing looks exactly like moxxie blitzorodeo @mr_unknown15632 doesnt it??????? 🙌🙌🙌

whereareallmyenchiladas honestly at this point put “artist” in ur bio🥺 ur art is way too good to not be recognized blitzorodeo @whereareallmyenchiladas so right

29 June 2020

blitzorodeo My horse, who i renamed to smart phone, said I should wear sunglasses. I trust my horses opinion :} #sunglassesonfunsout #ifuckinglovewearingsunglassesyoucantseewhatimthinking #galaxybrainzriseup

bootyprince damn u single bb? blitzorodeo @bootyprince always up for a good time 😎

aateabee Where’d you get the glasses from? I’d really like a pair like that! blitzorodeo @aateabee at my local sunglasses hut

blitzorodeo stolas sent me this picture earlier... not sure what he was trying to do but i think the camera went off after he posed.

daddy_hoothoot Oh! This is embarrassing. blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot 🤧

bootyprince send him one back blitzorodeo @bootyprince maybe i will....... blitzorodeo @blitzorodeo NOT daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo 🥺

blitzorodeo just saw Antz... Z reminds me WAAYYY too much of Moxxie... #pleaseshutuppleaseshutup

daddy_hoothoot I always feel amazing after a good preening 🦉❤️ #fluffyisthebest

blitzorodeo I came back for my left glove thats all 🔥🔥 daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo If you want to come by for the other one, we can watch one of those horse movies you enjoy 🐴

blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot ............... spirit........ ill bring my VHS but NOTHING FUNNY daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo I’ll get popcorn!

30 June 2020

daddy_hoothoot Movie night with Blitzy! 😈🦉🍿

blitzorodeo SPIRIT IS A VERY EMOTIONAL MOVIE

deparkjimin COUPLE GOALS.! They should get married now.❤️❤️❤️ blitzorodeo @deparkjimin we are NOT A couple! saquesealchingada @blitzorodeo That's what everyone says, what do you say Stolas? daddy_hoothoot @saquesealchingada I... It’s complicated

leoleochleoleo I thought that old man didn't know how to use netflix 0: daddy_hoothoot @leoleochleoleo Blitzy brought a VHS

mistress_of_insanity Are ya watchin' porn or somethin'? 👀🔥 blitzorodeo @mistress_of_insanity 👎👎👎👎👎 NO ITS SPIRIT

natycolrange OhHH we can Finaly see the Horse!! 🌟🌟 blitzorodeo @natycolrange its just a horse figurine, my horse went to the shitter

blitzorodeo I went to Mcdonalds and Mccucked this human womans wife lol. My horse said it was my charms and my daddy fingers. too bad I'm wild and free babybeeee #ihadamcflurryandlarrrggeeefries #cantfuckintamemeimfree #likespiritthehorse

daddy_hoothoot Oh...

trysteropup Need an imp with daddy fingers in my life blitzorodeo @trysteropup this is my absolute favorite comment

mr_unknown15632 My main question is, what’s your horses name? blitzorodeo @mr_unknown15632 THANK YIU FOR ASKINGGGG!!! Thr name is flame proof, cuz nobody can burn this biatch

hat_flap Hey Daddy Finger blitzorodeo @hat_flap hey baby maker

yaelgilbert At least return her horse frame to her. blitzorodeo @yaelgilbert NO.

probablyfakeblonde STOP STEALING MY SHIT!!! YOULL NEVER BE LIKE SPIRIT blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde DONT FLAME ME JUST CUZ I HAVE DADDY FINGERS AND YOU DONT! watsurdamage @blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde I mean he’s right blitzorodeo @watsurdamage @probablyfakeblonde cucked again probablyfakeblonde @watsurdamage @blitzorodeo honey please don’t do this, he’s already stolen my beautiful framed horse picture, I can’t lose you too 🥺 blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde its mine now, and im wild and free, cant tame me watsurdamage @blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde you heard him, like Miley he can’t be tamed

daddy_hoothoot A pleasant afternoon tea with my wife 😢

daddy_hoothoot Sorry, I meant to put 😌

aitesound666 Ok，a question。Who took the picture?😮 daddy_hoothoot @aitesound666 Butler

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blitzorodeo I tried animating and it’s sucks

janegumball Everyone in the comments is trying to spare your feelings, and you know it blitzorodeo @janegumball i think ur just jealous thet im amazing

blitzorodeo Loonie and I went out to the city! my horse Dominator got us there! :) #horseinthecityha #betterthanataxiiii #itfuckinfreeeee

daddy_hoothoot How cute, Blitzy! Perhaps someday we can arrange a little play date. I think our daughters would very much enjoy it. blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot Loona might be a little too old to do play dates.. daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo it’s more of an expression than an actual play date, Blitzy. I simply think they may get along.

bootyprince she looks just like u blitzorodeo @bootyprince the resemblance is uncanine

And that’s all the June posts!!

So! Since this is the first Voxtagram post, lemme include the big ol’ disclaimer that’s going to apply to all of these posts: we don’t yet know how canon these accounts are.

This is why they’re broadly accepted as canon: as far as I have been able to track back (correct me if you know better & have a source!), the first of these accounts, Blitzo’s, was found by fans because Vivzie followed it when it was brand new. Since then, new accounts have been discovered as they follow/interact with each other. Some official artists have interacted “in character” with the accounts. The accounts accurately announced when the “Addict” music video was going to come out, and some art posted before “Addict” used imagery that was also used in the music video. So either the accounts are definitely made by the canon creators or else being made by somebody who’s got inside access to the creators.

But, as far as I have seen, nobody on the Hazbin crew has taken credit for running them. More importantly, nobody has said how canon the blogs are. Maybe every image/word posted by these accounts is 100% accurate/canonical; or maybe the art is canon but the roleplaying in the comments is noncanon goofy fanservice; etc. We don’t know yet. It appears safest to say these accounts are probably mostly canon—but take it with a grain of salt.

So until we’re directly informed how canon the Voxtagram accounts are, Voxtagram posts are going to be tagged “#semi canon” (the same tag I’ll be using for stream transcripts) to indicate that it appears to be info coming from the creators, but it may or may not still be canon/accurate by the time the full shows and comics are released.

#helluva boss #blitzo #stolas #semi canon #voxtagram #instagram

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