#d) bootycall

[allgremlinart]

iroh is jet's justnomil

I had to google what this was. yeah he is.

[jealousjersey]

last night ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ mike schmidt x reader ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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warnings: drunk sex, smut and a little fluff, cum eating, oral (reader receives) creampie

mentions: reader is afab and uses fem pronouns. drunk sex, reader sees mike at a bar and goes home with him. drunk driving, abby is not mentioned. p in v unprotected (wrap it!!) cum eating, mike eats out reader mike gets pussy drunk (obvi), one(1) mention of “y/n” minors dni i have a bat

1.3k wc

you and mike used to work together, knowing of each others existence but never communicating other than “hey” or “what’s up” while passing each other in the hall at the mall.

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it’s 10:23 pm and you just arrived at a random bar your taxi driver suggested to you, you don’t usually drink but you got a promotion at the mall and you wanted to celebrate, even if it was by yourself. you sat alone at the bar, sipping on your mixed drink for about a hour. that is, before the most delicious looking man walked in. mike schmidt.

you had already known him previously, you two never really talked, nothing more than a “hey” or “how’s it going” so you just didn’t mind him. but you always said he was your “work husband” to people who’ve never met him.

mike walks to you and plops down in the bar chair with the cracks in the leather. you don’t want to speak right now but he practically makes you.

“heyyy” he slurs while looking you in your eyes surrounded by dark circles. “hey mike” you reply as you take a shot of everclear.

he looks confused. he was wondering how you knew his name, then he remembers. “oh shit, y/n, what are you doing here you don’t drink” he teases. at first mike just wanted to hit on some girls, just some bootycalls that don’t mean anything to him the text day. but to him, you were different.

mike always had a slight crush on you, even if he just saw you doing your job. he always caught himself staring at you wiping down tables in the food court. and you can’t lie, you’ve always thought he was pretty cute too.

“how’s it going? you know, at the mall?” he says, trying not to fumble his words around as he’s on his 5th drink. “it’s alright, better since you left” you tease. “i know you missed me i saw the way you looked at me im not blind sweetheart” he grins as he sees your face reddening. “hush you’re just drunk mike.” you say back to him as your face flushes. “not drunk enough to not see you blush.” he replies, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

a few more drinks in and he’s wasted. mike is a fun drunk, a little emotional but fun. his social awkwardness completely goes out the window when he’s tipsy. “i-im go-gonna go no-now” he slurs. “holy shit you’re wasted” you say to him. you can’t let him drive home. “let’s go babe. i’m taking you home.” you say, grabbing his arm to escort him out the bar. you’re tipsy but not too drunk to drive. mike hands you his keys and you lead him to his truck. at this point you’re scared that he’s gonna get alcohol poisoning from how much he drank, mike was the type of guy to drink his liquor straight.

you arrive at his house and help him out of his truck. “you can come in if you want” he suggests. “fuck it” you thought as you nod to him. you walk into his house and you’re surprised at how well he kept it, knowing he was single, worked all the time, and lived alone. mike stumbles to the couch and you follow behind. the first 10 minutes is awkward, not knowing wether to talk to each other, cut on the tv or just sit in silence.

“can i tell you something i’ve been wanting to tell you for a while” mike blurts out. 10 minutes of silence and he leads with this. “yeah of course what is it?” you reply innocently. you know how this is going to end.

“you are so hot” he says confidently. “oh so we’re doing this now?” you say to him as you put your hand on top of his. he turns his hand around and interlocks with yours. you look up as him and lock eyes. “holy shit we are doing this” you thought. mike removes his hands from between yours and leans in to kiss you.

mike is a great kisser. his lips are surprisingly soft with tiny chapped bits around the outside of his lips but it makes sense, it also makes sense that you got a nose full of the smell of alcohol, you know why you expected this. his lips open and invite your tongue inside, a real make out session with mike fucking schmidt.

mike breaks the kiss and you moan unexpectedly. “i’ve wanted to do that since i first saw you.” he whispers as he reaches over to kiss your neck. “me too” you whisper back, voice hoarsed from lack of speaking. mikes lips are soft on your skin spattering kisses and softly sucking your skin into his mouth, leaving bruises. mikes hand travels up your leg “is this okay?” he asks. “yes please don’t stop” you reply, and he doesn’t. mike brings his calloused fingers up to your soaking panties and he shutters at the warmth feeling between your legs.

within 2 minutes he has you almost in pieces, inserting two fingers in and out and curling his fingers upwards to hit your soft spot. mikes surprisingly really good at this considering you never even knew he was sexual. “fuck mike” you exhale softly into his chest.

“fuckk baby i’m gonna cum” you moan out. suddenly mike stops with his fingers. “i want us to finish at the same time baby” he says as you almost go to touch yourself to get yourself off. mike grabs your hand and says “nope not yet pretty girl”

mike unbuttons his jeans and slides them down passing his buldge in his boxers. this makes you exhale and shiver. as mike starts to take off his boxers, you start to take off your shirt and bra, exposing your breasts to him. at this point, mike is mesmerized by your every move. you are all he wants. it feels like the room is 20° colder as your nipples harden.

mikes pants are across the room now. he lays beside you on the couch with his cock exposed. it’s even bigger than you imagined. slightly curved to the left as it’s rock solid. you take your panties off the rest of the way and move your way to his lap, softly sitting down on his cock. he grabs your hips and starts moving your body back and forth on his dick, each hip thrust into you hitting your g spot.

“fuck mike you’re s’good” you slur while becoming more vulnerable to him. you didn’t mind this at all. “you’re taking me so well princess, up and down- fuck yeah just like that pretty baby” he grunts out. you feel his dick twitch inside of you and it makes you cry out for more. “baby i’m close” mike groans into your ear

“cum inside, i’m on birth control. fill me up please” you whimper in his ear. hearing you say that makes him moan louder. this makes him finish inside you, filling you up. you finish shortly after him, having the most intense orgasm of your life and having mike ride it out with you.

“that’s right baby, i’m here” he reassures you as your eyes roll back into your head. “you’re so pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock baby” mike says as he kisses your forehead.

a few moments later he gets you cleaned up. and you ask him the dreaded question. “do you like me or are you just messing around.” you ask, it hurt to think this way.

“what?” he looks offended. “of course i like you. if i didn’t i wouldn’t have just been balls deep inside you baby” he still sounds drunk.

“i really like you mike. i just didn’t want to be a booty call to you.” you say as you move a tear out of your eye. of course you were overthinking. you just got fucked by this guy and now you’re in tears.

“listen. i like you, if you’re okay with it i’d like to take you on a real date. i want to learn everything about you.” he suggests.

“will you go on a date with me” he asks.

“obviously” you roll your eyes as you grin.

he kisses you and leads you to his bed. you decide to sleep over tonight and just be late to work tomorrow. this is all that matters right now.

[transingthoseformers]

You know that hilarious Megatarn fic in which Megatron wants to be dommed hard and Tarn gets a You Tried star? It ends in Megatron totally derailing the DJD's plan of revenge by bootycalling Tarn.

Clearly that little rendezvous should end with Megatron carrying a clutch.

He'll call Tarn up and says the carrying before he actually lays the eggs is making him oh so horny, and oh, his pouches are starting to ache...

Tarn doesn't stand a chance.

I do remember that and yes

Oh tarnnn I've thought of this

He's all bluff, murder, and Nuke but one comm handled correctly, just the right buttons pressed, and bing bam boom he's putty in Megatron's servos

The rest of the djd has opinions on this

The rest of the lost light has opinions on this

Megatron's having so much fun

Tarn's so down bad for him and is having Emotions about it all just like in canon but with added horny and "...he came back for me! :D" he will never admit to any non megatron body that he's greatful his Lord Megatron is back

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hi there,

I just felt the urge to tell you how much I love your works. All the feels you give me are just unimaginable.

First it was bootycall!reader and now sugarbaby!jason.

Seriously, thank you, Ari :D

[punkitt-is-here]

Hi if you want to hear about something nice that happened to someone random today. It was warm out so I decided to lay in the grass. When I got home I had received a letter. My bootycall texted me back. I ate some good cookies. Generally am loving life right now and I hope you have a day as great as that tomorrow!

this sounds increidble i hope you keep having a blast with life :D

[bubsub69]

Entry 28

07/11/2023 00:24

Well I got to talk to her yesterday.. but I dunno the dopamine doesnt last long, especially since the conversation wasnt that long and had an abrupt ending.. as usual

Is it too much to ask for a gotta go message? so at least i have some peace of mind? maybe it was urgent, i shouldnt just demand stuff out of her.

I am getting a bit scared of this pattern though, 1 day without texting, then 3 then 4.. Is she bored of me? is she just doing the same as D and feigning interest to be nice? No she wouldnt, she cares way too much to be just faking it.. but why is she texting less and less… why is the waiting period increasing more and more, im scared it grows too large, of not being able to handle too long without seeing her, i was already miserable at 4 days, whatll happen with a week, or 2, or a month… maybe itll stay like this, and ill be able to last for that long better, even if i miss her.

But i guess enough about her… I have a report for a project that I have to partially do.. which sucks as usual…… fuck i cant do this.. i cant stop thinking about her, I got a pair of pictures of her and shes so fucking pretty. I really wanna have a videocall.. not even that I really want some physical touch, I just want some confort, to be able to vent to her, well this i might be able to do when the opportunity arises, but still, i wish I could grow closer to her, but its a bit hard since we talk so little now and the 9000km distance between us. Fuck just thinking about when she texted me in class, feeling like someone cared about me, it feels like such a distant memory now even though it was 2 weeks ago, her being happy i got off earlier and telling me to go to the bathroom to do lewd stuff……shes not just using me for sexting right?.. great another thing to be anxious about….fuck but it might be true…she mentioned she could talk later yesterday but stopped talking after 2 hours and never got back.. fuck im just a fucking bootycall arent i.. fuck why did i have to think of this fuck i cant believe it nonnononononono please no i was staring to trust her pls let me be happy with her i dont want this pls dont do this to me fuck why did i have to think of this fuck i cant handle this fuck pls no

dammit this is matching fucking everthing. the big fucking pauses, not reading my bio and now this.. i cant believe it. its true isnt it… fuck me….this is what i get for procrastinating on that stupid report, another source of anxiety…..pls come back J.. i miss you

[murphy-s-grout]

J. A d o r E

[fakeoutbf]

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[pettyprocrastination]

Two main thoughts one is for rugby simon the other is for hockey simon

Rugby Simon 

being the friend/situationship close to a rugby player and going to support him at his games. The pair of you get into an argument (his fault) right before the game and Simon hears this dude shouting at you and ending with “can you stop being a cunt for like five minutes”

You round the corner and nearly bump right into his chest, wiping stray tears on your sleeve as you mumble an apology before going off to the bleachers. 

Simon decides then, as he watches you scurry off with a heartbroken look on your face, his main goal for this game is to fucking d e s t r o y that dude. 

Dirty hits, taking him out at the ankles, full on body slamming this fucker to the ground, this poor dude isn’t getting a fucking chance. 

Will steal glances at you each time too- just pummeling your poor bootycall before looking up and doing a little ‘what’s good’ nod at you while that mfer is spitting out grass. Get fucked lmao 

he’s mostly doing it simply to fuck with the guy. Get in his head so he isn’t focused on the game- but then he saw you sitting in the bleachers wearing the jersey of the fucker who made you cry and thought you’d look so much better in his. 

Sees you after the game but doesn’t go over, youre too busy trying to console your man after he lost, whose batting away your hand because “I’m fine, stop fucking hovering jesus.” 

He waits, of course. There’s no need to rush, the seed has already been planted. 

The evidence of this is the way you look over your shoulder to find him watching you, and raise your hand in greeting with a small smile. 

It won’t be long before you start wearing his numbers instead. 

Hockey Simon 

IDK positions in hockey so im not gonna even try on that lmao. 

Relatively new to the league. Just moved to the area and has only been playing with this team for a month or so now. 

Doesn’t strike me as the type to start fights, sure he’s mean and rough and he’ll send you right into a wall- but he doesn’t start swinging initially- but that doesn’t mean he won’t. 

You seen those videos of somebody pulling an illegal move on the goaltender and then the entire team just swarms the motherfucker. That energy. 

as you can all expect at this point. I am relating this one to roller derby lmao. 

we have an outside practice space we share with the local hockey league so like. that’s what im imagining here. 

Simon driving late one afternoon hoping to get some lone practice time when he finds you skating laps. 

He’s a bit annoyed, sure. He wanted to get some time to himself- finds it quite therapeutic, but instead he get’s wrapped up in watching you instead. The fluidity of your footwork, your speed, the look of concentration on your face. He leans against the separator and watches you until you notice, coming to a screeching halt on your toestops before calling out to him. 

“Are you gonna watch me all day or are you gonna share the track?” 

Granted- he’s new to the area. He knows the hockey league has an agreement with you guys to share the practice space because it means sharing the rent price, but he’s never actually seen any of you yet. 

Until now

the first hour is just a shared practice- you spend your time on footwork and hard stops on one side of the rink while he practices shooting pucks on the other- it’s relatively quiet. The only noise is the scraping of the puck against the rink flooring and your wheels colliding with the ground at each jump. 

He finds himself winding down and turning to watch you again. 

This time you don’t notice before he’s skating over. 

“You need somebody to hit?” 

The question makes you pull back, cautious of the man you had just met. 

“I beg your pardon?”

“You folks hit eachother in derby, right?” He nods towards the now empty half of the rink. “Might as well make this a full practice. Make myself useful.” 

The first hit is mild. 

Not gentle, no. You know he plays hockey- but you don’t have a bond with him yet. Not like the other men who have swapped bruises and beers with after a saturday game. This one is new and silent. 

Your hip collides into his side where you make contact with the muscle of his thigh, it’s enough to make him grunt and shift his weight to stay upright, but not to move him. 

“Come on-” He rasps. “I’m not made of glass. Like you fucking mean it this time.” 

Simon’s taunt makes you grin. He braces himself as you take several steps back. 

He doesn’t expect it, honestly. The point of your shoulder digging into the meat of his side- hunkering low and pushing forward and rising until he feels his left foot leave the ground as you grunt, sending him careening forward and right onto his ass in front of you. 

The stinging in his tailbone is overshadowed by the way his cock jumps at your show of strength, and the laughter ringing through the air as you offer him a hand up. 

He goes home with a few new bruises that will begin to yellow and worsen by morning- but he’s more than happy to have you give him new ones when they begin to fade.  

Having thoughts about Simon riley playing sports- will elaborate soon

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

sexy time with Inarizaki boys!

Fandom:Haikyuu Pairings:Osamu Miya,Atsumu Miya,Rintarou Suna X Fem!reader Genre:Smut,duh! Format:Scenario Warnings:Nsfw content,Smut (accidentally wrote "none" because of habits lol),degradation kink,oral (fem! receiving),cursing,fluff for Sunas part,Sub!Reader,Dom!Characters,cum swallowing Word Count:345 A/n:well damn im losing my mind over these boys

Seijoh smut drabble

↬Osamu miya Feeling of the gentle touch of his sexy hands,while one of them is holding your thigh and the other one is making its way to your G spot;smirks when he hears the sound of your pretty moans and sees the effort youre making to catch your breath which leads to a dead end,cause that's when he sucks on your clit.tasting every drop of you until theres nothing left other than his saliva,comes atop of you and plants a small kiss on your forehead.the next thing youre feeling is the tip of his cock on your enterance,ready to make you go wild again;and the shivers hes giving you by whispering to your right ear "that's it princess,now cum for me again"

↬Atsumu miya bites your neck harshly while thrusting into your soaked cunt,pinches your nipples when your eyes aren't focused on him and looks at you with a small pout on his lips that reflects his unhappiness "don't look away,ya naughty slut".has a bit of degradation kink but will make it up to you afterwards by needy cuddles and soft kisses.silences your loud screams by shoving his tongue in your mouth and kisses you intensely cause your moans distracts him from "the business", pulls his cock out of you right before reaching his orgasm and makes you swallow his cum till hes done,holds you in his arms so tightly hoping it would satisfy his urge to make you his.you sigh in relief glad that youre finally have a chance to rest,till you feel his long middle finger poking your clit again "babe…I don't think I can take it anymore" "no worries baby doll,i gotcha"

↬Rintarou Suna if duration of sex is about twenty minutes,why not spend that time for "sleeping"? :) yeah…so basically while others have their makeout sessions and bootycalls on Friday nights,you and Rin spend the whole Evening+Night sleeping in each others arms,barely getting out of bed unless its an emergency :D

reblogs are WILDLY appreciated <3

[vizowrites]

“We” vs “Me”| or “Why BlitzStrike Works So Well For Me But Stolitz [as of episode 6].....Doesn’t”

Alright my Loves, so I said that I was going to talk in further detail about my feelings regarding Stolas and the multi-layered portrayal of his relationship with Blitz in the new episode, and today’s the day where that happens!!  First of all, though, before I really get into my feelings about things, I want to just make it ABUNDANTLY clear that I’m not trying to sway anyone from one side to the other, or trying to shame anyone for shipping two fictional characters.  I’m fully in the boat that you are completely entitled to ship whoever you want, but I also think it’s wise to at least be able to recognize the faults and flaws in a pairing--and especially to be able to recognize them in the context of an IRL relationship.  In this analysis in particular, I’m specifically focusing on these two relationships within the realm of the Helluva Boss universe [......Hell] and within the specific context of their characters as they’ve been portrayed in the show thus far.  And, my biggest disclaimer of all: I’m doing this for no other reason than I felt like putting my jumbled thoughts together into a cohesive post so that they don’t have to stay bouncing and buzzing around in my head.  Please keep that in mind that this is just pure personal opinion and interpretation before anyone comes at me with torches and pitchforks.  <3 <3 

SO WITH THAT LONG ASS DISCLAIMER OUT OF THE WAY 

Let’s finally get to the good stuff.  And the not so good stuff.  :D

So I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone who follows me here that I’m a huge BlitzStrike fan.  What I think fewer people know is that when I first entered the fandom a few months ago, I actually was on board the Stolitz train like so many others that I’ve met here in the fandom.  Naturally Stolitz was the first major pairing I was introduced to, and I did find both the characters of Blitz and Stolas incredibly interesting and compelling in their own rights AND saw the potential in how they could really come to grow into one hell of a relationshp over time.  I was honestly really excited to see it happen, too.  

And then I watched Episode 5 [still my favorite episode, btw] for the first time and had this sudden question hit me like a truck that even now is still relentlessly burning in the back of my mind because I still haven’t found a legitimate answer for it: Why in the FUCK wasn’t Blitz falling head-over-heels in attraction to Striker throughout this fucking episode??

And I don’t mean that in a “They’re so hot and I ship them now why didn’t they get together?? DX DX” kind of way--I mean that in the genuinely perplexed “I don’t understand based on what has been presented to me thus far about Blitz as a character and the storyline overall why he’s reacting so nonchalantly to this whole thing”.  To Note: This is me wondering this from the context of what’s in the show itself, not from any extra fan materials like the Instas or Twitter or just straight up knowing that the most likely answer is that there are people on the creative team that ship Stolitz really hard and realistically wouldn’t have probably written Blitz as being attracted to Striker because that would just be--to quote Jack Sparrow--blowing holes in their own ship.  No, this is me disregarding ALL of that and trying to rationalize this with myself from the perspective of a fan whose entire knowledge of the show and its characters comes exclusively from what’s in the episodes themselves.  .....And that’s where I just can’t find my answer, except for the Stolitz positive “He’s not attracted to Striker because he’s in love with Stolas” answer.  Which really doesn’t even feel like a satisfying answer, because the entire vibe I’ve gotten from Stolitz in the show has just felt.....strangely.....off.  Like, the framework is there and the elements are there, but I’d felt as though they had so far to go still that it would be entire SEASONS before they got there.    

And THEN the new episode [Episode 6] came out and I’d heard a handful of fans going crazy because the show was finally addressing Stolitz in full, and I thought to myself, “Well, maybe if the show really is going to go with saying that the reason Blitz wasn’t interested in Striker is because he’s in love with Stolas.....sure.  I’m curious to see how they finally establish it in an episode, especially since there’s only two more episodes left in the entire first season.”  And then I watched the episode.  And then it hit me why Stolitz just does not do a damn thing for me but BlitzStrike does despite the fact that we’ve had 4/6 episodes [5/7 if you count the Pilot] of Stolitz but only 1/6 [1/7] of potential--not even canonical--BlitzStrike:

When Striker talks about Blitz, or interacts with Blitz, he always talks about them as a “we”.  As a team.  A partnership.  OR he just straight up puts the entire focus on Blitz and his accomplishments and keeps himself out of it entirely.

When Stolas talks about Blitz, he always talks about them within the context of “me”--of himself--of what Blitz does or should do for him.  Even here in episode 6, in the most “selfless” instance we’ve seen yet, where he does ask about Blitz’s safety first BEFORE going right back into how Blitz’s actions affect him and what Blitz should be doing in response for him.  Stolas’s focus is always automatically set to himself--and even when it comes to the people he supposedly loves the most.  

To explain what I mean here, let me give some examples directly from the show itself, starting with the Stolas side of things: 

Episode 1

Blitz, in the middle of trying to hide so much that he actually clamps both of his hands over his mouth just to muffle the sound of his own breathing, knowing damn well that this psychotic bitch who already shot him once won’t hesitate to do it again if she finds him.....gets a call from Stolas.  Stolas, who we clearly see from his leisurely hang out time in his bubble bath, is literally watching this happen and is fully aware that calling Blitz right then was potentially putting him in danger. But what does he say when he gets Blitz on the phone?  He offers--not help--but Blitz the use of his book in exchange for monthly sex.  Stolas literally uses Blitz’s peril as leverage here--consciously or not, though given the fact that he knows the situation at hand, I’d find it very hard to argue that he didn’t do this on purpose--just to get him to agree to be his bootycall until further notice.  

Stolas not only doesn’t lift a finger to help Blitz once in all of this--even at the moment where he and Millie are about to be shot in the face--but instead continues to stay on the phone talking about all of the things he wants for their upcoming future rendezvous.  He already got exactly what he wanted out of this and he still just continues to go for more for himself.

Episode 2

.....There are honestly so many fucked up things that happen here as far as Stolas and his relationship with Blitz goes but honestly the thing I want to draw the MOST attention to is actually Stolas’s storyline with his daughter, Octavia.  I know it’s a little left field, but bear with me--this is actually something I want to use as comparison for Stolas’s relationship to Blitz as we go along:

When Stolas first decides that he’s going to take his daughter to Loo Loo Land, he does so while completey setting aside the fact that she doesn’t want to go.  He just offers her assurances that it’s going to be so much fun because he remembers that she loved it so much when she was a little girl--effectively putting his memory above her wishes even as she’s sitting right there and telling him that she doesn’t enjoy the idea of going now.  

Stolas doesn’t actually notice just how uncomfortable he’s making Octavia throuhought their entire trip by spending his time sexually harassing paying more attention to Blitz than he is trying to cheer her up.  This tells me that Stolas--though I do believe he genuinely wanted to do something to make her happy--still wasn’t able to completely overcome his own self-centered tendencies at first even when it’s for her.  And this is the person that Stolas loves more than anyone or anything else in the entire world. It still wasn’t enough.

It’s only when Octavia runs off and completely breaks down that Stolas finally gets the much needed slap-to-the-face of reality to understand just what he’s putting his daughter through--and, for the first time in the entire show, he actually puts someone else’s needs and well being above himself.  It’s the one solid honest display of love that we see from Stolas in the entire show--and it’s how we as the audience come to learn that that’s how Stolas shows that he loves someone: When he puts their needs above his own with no strings attached or expectations of something in return.  A true selfless act just because he loves them.  **Keep in mind the parallel of Stolas carrying Octavia out of Loo Loo Land at the end, and how it compares to Stolas carrying Blitz out of D.H.O.R.K.S headquarters.

Episode 5

The. Fucking. Cigarette.  I had no idea that something so small and quick would be able to infuriate me as much as it did, but the fact that Blitz used the post sex cigarette to free Stolas from his wrist bondage but then Stolas turned around and put the cigarette out on Blitz’s horn which is literally a part of Blitz’s body just.....honestly it sums up exactly what I’m trying to get across in this entire huge ass post: Stolas only ever thinks of himself first and anything pertaining to anyone else just doesn’t cross his mind at all unless you blatantly put it there in front of his face.  And the fact that he’s still at this point with Blitz all the way here in Episode 5 is not.....promising for their relationship.

The fact that Stolas literally cannot stop himself from calling Blitz “Blitzy” or talking to him in such a condescending way no matter how frustrated Blitz gets and how many times he asks him to stop.  I just--how is that supposed to be interpreted as someone talking to a person that they love?  There’s no respect or dignity given to Blitz at all on Stolas’s part, and the fact that it seems to be presented as a “Oh teehee it’s just their cute couple thing” is just.....I really, really don’t like that.  It also doesn’t match with the Stolas in the very next episode which I quite frankly think is because the creators have been listening to the feedback from fans and were like “We need to SHOW THEM that Stolas actually does speak to Blitz respectfully!!” but that’s just my personal opinion there and, also, it still didn’t happen.  

Episode 6 

Keeping in mind that THIS is finally the episode where we see Stolas actually save Blitz from danger and demonstrate even the slightest inclination towards his well-being.....I think that honestly makes the next few things here even more fucked up

First and foremost: “WE”.  The second after Stolas asks if Blitz is alright and gets the assurance that he is, he roughly grabs his cheek and points out that “If you get in trouble, I get in trouble!  WE don’t want that”.  The fact that this is the first time that Stolas ever talks about Blitz in the context of “we”--when really what he’s really saying is that him [Stolas] getting in trouble is going to be a bad thing for all of them--is just.....so, so disappointing.  At least with this I could hope that perhaps the idea here is that Stolas is genuinely afraid that if he gets in trouble, he won’t be able to protect Blitz from the undoubtedly much worse trouble that he would be in as an imp, but still.  The fact that Stolas immediately reverts back to his self-centered perspective so quickly after supposedly being so worried about Blitz’s wellbeing, really makes it seem as though it’s just his own ass that he’s trying to protect.  And that.....isn’t  exactly what I’d been expecting from “the episode that confirms Stolitz is canon” feedback I’d been hearing.

"Am I going to get ANY thank you for the rescue Bltizy?”  This for me was kind of what actually lead to me having this whole epiphany over Stolas’s selfish perspective in the first place.  I realized that even here--even when he’s just been the most “romantic” towards Blitz that he’s ever been in any previous episodes up until now [and yes this shift in his character was incredibly jarring for me because of that]--Stolas still goes right back to thinking about what he’s going to get out of this now that he knows Blitz is safe.  Let’s take this back to that thing I was saying about Episode 2 and comparing how Stolas rescued Octavia and how he rescues Blitz.  Obviously they’re going to be different because it’s Stolas’s daughter vs his hook up BUT just think about where the focus is for Stolas in both of these scenes.  With Octavia, Stolas is entirely focused on making things up to her--taking her to do something she wants to do--even if it’s something that he himself doesn’t fully understand or isn’t fully into.  That doesn’t matter though, because the entire point is that he’s doing something just for her.  It doesn’t have to be about him.  But now go back to the scene where Stolas is carrying Blitz out of the room.  What does he do?  Ask what Blitz is going to do for him.  That just takes the idea that this scene was a confirmation of their love and throws it right out the window.  Stolas--as we’ve been shown before--would never ask for something in return from someone that he actually loves.  

Now let’s take a look at the one and only episode we have of Striker and Blitz interacting together, with an honorary shout out at hallucination!Striker’s appearance in Episode 6: 

Episode 5: 

Striker knows Blitz’s name.....and he uses it.  He’s literally the ONLY other character that we’ve seen so far refer to Blitz as “Blitz” instead of “Blitzo” or “Blitzy” by someone who wasn’t a member of I.M.P..  Aka someone who wasn’t a member of Blitz’s family.  He shows Blitz respect at that basest level, and only builds on that from there going forward.

Striker first recognizes Blitz for being “the bold imp that started his own killin’ biz”.  Not his hotness, not his skills in the Harvest Moon games because at that point he hasn’t seen them yet.....but for his accomplishment in starting up his own successful business down in Hell.  He treats it as an accomplishment.  With the kind of respect that comes with acknowledging another person for their accomplishments.  Right there, within two seconds of meeting him, Striker demonstrates more respect for Blitz than Stolas has yet to do in the entire show.

The Harvest Moon Festival Games.  Now this is something I find fascinating to think about from Striker’s perspective in particular.  We as the audience are shown pretty early on that Striker has a strong desire to be the one who comes out on top.  He likes the idea of being superior and he openly relishes in the praise and attention he gets for being better than everybody else.  ....Except Blitz.  When they tie in the games, Striker doesn’t seem bothered with sharing the spotlight with him at all.  If anything, he--again--respects just how skilled Blitz is in rightfully earning his place beside him on the stage.  That, to me, is HUGE.  I’m not going to go so far as to say that Striker necessarily sees them as equals because I think that might be going a bit too far for his ego but he does still fully acknowledge that Blitz is in the same general class as him: that is to say, better than most.  Worthy of the same kind of acknowledgement and praise that Striker gets.  I literally can’t get over just how big of a thing that is for what we’ve been shown of Striker’s character, and I think it’s unfortunately something that’s incredibly easy to miss or gloss over. :(

And now--for what I personally think is the most significant thing of all--we have: “We”.  How many times does Striker suggest during that final scene between them that he really wants Blitz to join forces with him as equals?  He never demands that Blitz join up with him, he doesn’t threaten him into joining up with him--Striker barely even hurts Blitz at all during their fight scene compared to how he tried to straight up murder Moxxie--and, most of all, Striker continues to acknowledge that Blitz deserves better than his current arrangement with Stolas.  And he’s right.  But instead of putting it as “I’M right and this is why you should do this”, he always puts his focus on Blitz himself, or the two of them together as a partnership:  “You are so above sucking on a a digusting rich pompous Goetia” | “We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitz” | “You could partner up with me and klll the unkillable--starting with the one that treats you like a plaything”.  It’s just--I honestly can’t believe it’s taken me this long to put together why Striker appeals so much more to me as a romantic interest for Blitz, but really breaking it down episode by episode and comparing the differences in wording between Striker and Stolas’s dialogue when it comes to Blitz is just.....holy shit. 

Honorary ShoutOut of Episode 6: 

The fact that the only thing hallucination Striker has to say to him is “But you don’t want to do things alone Blitzo!” is really, really interesting to me in the fact that he’s.....not......wrong??  Like, To be fair, Striker, RoboFizz, and Verosika all spill their harsh truths, but the thing is.....Striker’s is markedly different in that his wording really isn’t harsh or aggressive at all the way the other two are.  He’s just kinda stating a fact in an overexaggerated way because tripping balls hallucination sequence.  It’s very interesting to me that that’s the worst that Blitz can imagine him to say--as well as the fact that halluci!Striker calls him “Blitzo”, which is really weird considering that Striker’s never called him “Blitzo” once in the entire show.  Makes me kinda wonder where that came from tbh. 

Alright so, in conclusion of this very long and rambly styie post: I want to take things back to where I started by reiterating that this is not me trying to convince anyone that BlitzStrike is “right” and Stolitz is “wrong”, or that you should stop shipping what you’re shipping in the fandom.  This was just me honestly getting way more excited than I should’ve been over having my “Eureka!” moment for realizing why this new episode didn’t put me back on the Stolitz train like it did for so many other people--and why, in fact, it actually made me think even more favorably of the idea of Blitz and Striker being together.  

Thanks for sticking around with me for this very long read, I hope you found it interesting, and I really really hope that it didn’t piss anyone off or rub too many people the wrong way.  Like I said at the beginning, ship who you want to ship!!  That’s part of the fun of being in a fandom.  I’m just hoping that this might help make it easier to understand at least one perspective on why Stolitz is seen as being so problematic as a ship [as of where they are right now].  

Here’s to seeing where things go from here!! 

[yikesharringrove]

I accidentally posted this one empty when I was moving it to my drafts 😅

Anon: Hiiii, I am lowkey obsessed with your story about tattoo artist Billy and I would really really love to know if he and Steve finally got around to the good sex. :D No seriously, that story was so so good and I would love to read more about them, if you don't mind. Lot's of love your way!! Xxx H.

Part 2 to this.

SmuUuUt

Like HARD smut. Full BDSM, Daddy kink, pain play madness.

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(yes that’s ao3 in morse code bc I’m dumb and lame)

It took Steve over two weeks to call.

He was intrigued, but he’d never, never bootycalled someone before. Billy had said he could call him, but what the fuck would he say.

“Hey, this is Steve, you tattooed me two weeks ago and I got a boner because apparently I’m into pain, you wanna have that good sex you mentioned?”

Like, what the fuck.

The tattoo was healed nicely, the black ink settling into his pale skin. It had scabbed and flaked, and he loved showing it off, wearing sheer tops to the clubs he and Robin went to, standing shirtless in the mirror, admiring.

It took him two weeks, three shots, and a bong rip to find the courage to call.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, is this Billy?”

“Yeah, who’s calling?”

“Hey, this is, this is Steve Harrington. I don’t know if you remember-”

“The masochist! What’s up, man? How’s the tat?”

“It’s good! Healed nicely, looks, looks real good, uh, thank you.”

“Hey, no problem! So what can I do for you?” Steve could hear the smirk through the phone, wound one finger in the phone cord as he bit at his lip.

“Well, um, this is, this is so fucking embarrassing but I, well you offered,” he trailed off.

“You want that good sex I was talkin’ about?” There was a smile in his voice. “I’m into that. When and where, Pretty Boy?” Steve’s heart was pounding.

“I, uh, you could come to my place? I have a roommate but she, I can tell her to stay the night at her girlfriends.

“Nah, I got a studio. You can come over whenever, I don’t work past seven most nights.”

“Uh, okay what about, what about Friday night? I can be there at eight?”

“Perfect. We should probably talk about some stuff before then though. Anything off limits?” Steve perched himself on the counter. So this was fucking happening.

“I uh, you know I don’t have a lot of, um, experience, with this stuff.”

“Well then, how do you feel about getting fucked?”

“Very good about it. That’s, I know I like that.”

“Cool. So, there’s a lot we can do with that. Do you want me to fuck you and slap you around a few times, or do you want, more.”

“What’s more?”

“I mean, we could go into a full BDSM scene. I don’t want to go very far with you, if this is our first time, but I could tie you up, or gag you, or blindfold you. I got a whip and a paddle, got a flogger, couple ‘a riding crops,” Steve’s mouth was open as he listed off everything he apparently just had. “Nipple clamps, got stuff for cock and ball torture, uh, low heat candles, vibrators, all kinds ‘a shit.”

“So you’re like, you’re like into this.”

“Yeah, been a dom for a few years now. Where do you think you’d want to start?”

“I don’t I don’t actually know what a lot of that stuff actually is.” Billy laughed through the phone.

“We could talk about this all before we start. Just come over and we can go through all of my stuff. And you know, you can back out at any time. If this is too much for you, I’m not gonna be upset if you don’t want this. Just let me know.”

“Thanks, Billy. I’ll, I’ll call you if I think, think it’s too much. But I mean, as of now, I think, I could be into that.”

“Okay, so I want you to get tested before Friday as well. I get it done after each partner, and I’m clean. Don’t like to play unless I know.”

“Well, I actually went through a bit of a, a bit of a scare last month, so I’m clean, haven’t been with anyone since, but I can do it again, if you need.”

“Nah, that’s good. Well then I’ll see you Friday. Bring a change of clothes, something soft for the aftercare. Oh, and Pretty Boy, where somethin’ real sexy for me.” Billy dropped his voice, making Steve shiver.

Steve spent the next few days mulling everything around in his head.

He went down to the sex shop a few blocks away, looked through their BDSM stuff, thought about what he may want to try. He bought a few tapes, watching some scenes between two men. Bought himself something real sexy to show Billy.

Friday at eight o’clock saw Steve idling outside a nondescript apartment building.

Billy had called him this morning, checking in that Steve still wanted to go through with it, told him a good place to park.

He was let in through the buzzer, the butterflies in his tummy going haywire, as he found apartment 4D. He knocked.

Billy grinned at him as he ushered him inside, was wearing tight jeans and a red shirt, all but two buttons undone, showing off the large chest piece he had, an ornate dead head’s moth. His hair was down around his face.

“Come in, take a seat.” Billy had laid all his gear out on the coffee table. “First thing I want to do is establish a safe word. Something you would never say during sex that you can say if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, or feel bad, or if the pain is too much for you. You say the word, and I stop and get you out of whatever position you’re in immediately. No questions asked, no hard feeling.” Steve nodded.

“Demogorgon. That’s my, that’s my word.” Billy grinned.

“Didn’t take you for a DnD nerd.”

“Didn’t take you for one, either.” Billy just laughed at him, sitting down on the squashy old chair across from Steve.

“So, I put everything out. You can pick some things, ask any questions. I left a few things in my collection out. I don’t think it’d be good for you to jump in so soon.” Steve looked over the table, ghosting his fingers over some things.

“I watched a couple ‘a pornos. Got some ideas.” He tossed the black rope to Billy. Picking up a sizable plug. He set aside a flogger, a pair of black leather fingerless gloves, the silver nipple clamps.

“We should talk about what you want from me. You can call me Master, or Sir, or Daddy.” Heat flooded Steve’s face. “And I can talk to you, can degrade you, praie you, whatever you want.”

“I uh, I think Daddy sounds, sounds good.” He was looking at the floor. “And, I think like a mixture of praise and, and degradation.” He chanced a look up at Billy, found  him nodding along, looking serious.

“I can do that. We need to set some ground rules for the scene. First off, never pull my hair. I can stand that shit. And my safe word is gingerbread. If you ask me to do something I’m uncomfortable with, which honestly is unlikely unless you’ve got some fetish you’re not telling me about, I will safe word out and we’ll end the scene.”

“Okay. Gingerbread. Got it.”

“And what would you like me to call you? I can stick with pet names, or call you a slut, or whatever.”

“I um, I like the whole, whole feminization thing, so like, slut and whore and bitch, and all that, but if you could, could throw in a baby girl, I would like that, if that’s okay.”

“Of course, Pretty Boy. How far you want me to go with that? You want me to talk about your pussy or anything?”

“No, you don’t have to do that, just the, like good girl kinda thing. Or bad girl. That works too. And feel free to pull my hair.” Billy nodded.

“As for tying you up, since this is your first time in restraint, I’m only going to tie up your arms. I don’t want to put you in a full bind yet. It’ll be easier to get you out if you safe word. For the scene itself, do you have any ideas?”

“I definitely want you to fuck me, if that’s, uh, on the table.” Billy laughed, nodding at him. “And, um, spank me? With, with these.” He held up the leather gloves. “And then I want to be, to be flogged, and fucked at the end.”

“I can do that for you. Okay. I’ll get everything set up, and we’ll begin when you’re ready.” Billy stood up, taking the items Steve hadn’t chosen to a dresser in the corner, one that was apparently full of sex toys. He came back with lube and condoms, setting everything along the coffee table. He sat on the sofa next to Steve, making a show of unwinding the rope.

“Get up, and strip for me. Sit on my lap, and we’ll begin the scene.”

Steve stood on shaky legs. He pulled off his shirt, seeing the way Billy’s eyes lit up at the tattoo on his chest. He took a breath, pushing down his jeans. Billy raised an eyebrow at the dark red lace, the pretty panties he had splurged on.

Billy licked over his bottom lip. Steve moved sheepishly over, sitting sideways on Billy’s lap.

“Are you comfortable if we begin?”

“Yes.” Billy turned his harshly in his lap, Steve’s back to him. He tied Steve’s forearms together behind his back, making quick work of it. He manhandled Steve over his lap, bent at the waist over his legs. He took Steve’s hair in one hand, forcing Steve’s head back roughly.

“Well look at you, Sweet Thing. Bent over Daddy’s lap where you belong.” He let go of Steve’s hair, taking a moment to put on the fingerless gloves. He ghosted his fingers over Steve’s ass.

“You look like such a little slut. In nothing but these red panties, just begging for Daddy to touch you. What do you say, Babygirl? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want, want you to spank me, Daddy.” Steve was surprised at how embarrassed he wasn’t. Maybe it was Billy taking control but Steve felt okay here, just sinking into his body, shutting his brain off, his thoughts off.

“And why should I give you what you want? What does Daddy get out of it?”

“Anything you want, Daddy. Just, just take.”

“Good girl.” He tugged the sides of the panties up, exposing Steve’s ass cheeks. He brought his hand down, a firm smack that made Steve cry out. He rubbed over the tender spot. He hit the other cheek, delivering two sharp slaps.

“You gonna let me fuck this tight little hole of yours?” Another smack. “Gonna let me stretch it out, use it?”

“Yes, Daddy. Anything you want.Th-thank you, Daddy.” Billy was relentless. He was delivering rough blows to Steve’s ass, making him tender, and sore. He knew there’d be bruises there for the next few days, was looking forward to it.

His hand was back in Steve’s hair, was pulling his head back, making him choke out around a moan. Billy gave him twenty harsh slaps before rubbing his ass softly, pushing the panties down his legs.

“Gonna get this hole nice and ready for me, for my cock.” Steve shuddered as a finger circled his entrance. “Kneel down on the couch, that sweet little ass in the air.” Steve stood up clumsily, nearly tripped over his own feet as he kneeled on the couch, face planting into the cushions. There was some rustling as Billy took off the gloves, the unmistakable sound of the cap of a lube bottle.

Billy took his hair, adjusting Steve so his head was on the arm of the sofa, looking sideways at the wall.

“Look at this pretty little hole. You’re so perfect, all spread out for me.” Steve moaned as a wet finger circled him, teasing as it prodded against him. “You’re such a good little whore for Daddy, bending over all sweet for me.” His finger began pressing in. “You love this, being daddy’s little bitch.” His finger was all the way inside Steve, he was fucking in and out, curling and massaging. He pressed another in, prepping Steve slowly and softly, all the while talking, absolute filth coming outta that mouth.

“You’re so tight, gonna have to give you so many fingers to get you ready for that toy you picked. You pick out the big one on purpose? Want Daddy to finger you for hours until it’ll fit?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. Love it when you finger me, spread me out.”

“You’re such a bad girl, trying to trick Daddy into what you want. Just tell me, Babygirl, tell Daddy waht you want. Daddy just wants to make you feel good.”

“I want, want another finger.” Billy obliged, pulling apart his three fingers, spreading Steve out, curling his fingers down digging into Steve prostate.

Steve was so fucking hard, his cock leaking onto the sofa beneath him.

“You make the sweetest little noises. Moaning like a cheap whore on my fingers. You love it that much. Can’t wait to get my cock in you, make you scream.”

Steve was panting around the breathy moans, was whining and mewling as he tried to push back onto Billy’s fingers.

“Please, Daddy. Want, want another. Need, need more.” Billy slowed his fingers, his assault on Steve’s sensitive little spot, drawing them out just enough to press his last finger in with them, fucking into Steve with four fingers, spreading him out, making him sob into the armrest.

“Daddy, Daddy please. Want my toy. Can I, can I please have it? Wanna be full.”

Billy gentled his fingers out of Steve, covering the big toy in more lube, running his hand down Steve’s spin as he pressed it in, going slowly, so gently.

He grabbed Steve by the hair again, forcing him to stand up, making him cry out as the plug shifted as he stood. He pushed Steve, arms still bound behind his back as he led him to the center of the apartment.

He turned him around, rolling his nipples between his fingers, smirking as he clamped them. He tugged on the chain between them, making Steve suck in a shard breath. He had the handle of the flogger stuffed into his back pocket.

“Steve, are you okay? Everything good?”

“Yes, I’m good Billy.” Billy grinned, pressing his thumb into Steve’s mouth.

“You want the flogger now, Baby? Tell Daddy.” Steve gave him a Look, the thumb still in his mouth. “Go ahead.

“Want you, want you to hit me till I bruise.” Drool spilled outta his mouth as he talked around the thumb.

“How many you want? How many you think a slut deserves?”

“As, as many as you want to give me, Daddy.” He took his thumb out, tugging on the clamps again before taking out the flogger.

He took a step back, appraising Steve. He wound up, slapping the leather over his stomach.

“Holy shit.” It stung much more than Steve was expecting, but it made his skin fucking sing. “That, again.”

Billy hit him again, taking it at an angle, whipping it over his side, his hip. He gave the same attention to his other side, moving back to his stomach.

The flogger caught the head of his cock on one particularly hard hit, made him squeeze his eyes closed, made him yell through gritted teeth.

Billy smirked at him, slapping lower, over his cock. It made his dick give a jolt, precum beading out the tip.

And then Billy walked along to his back, and used the flogger on his ass, his poor, sensitive, bruised ass. He used it on his arms, still tied behind his back, over his shoulders as well.

Steve had lost track of the lashes, had let his mind go completely blank, devoid of anything other than the way his skin was humming, the way the plug was keeping him full, open.

He was covered in red welts when Billy finally set the flogger down, ran his hands over Steve’s skin, over the dark lines that showed the lashes, the bruises coming up to the surface.

Billy turning him around again, pushing him over until he was bent over the bed in the corner of the room, slapped the insides of his thighs until he was spread open. He looked over his shoulder, awkwardly, watching as Billy undressed, goign back over to the coffee table, picking up the lube one of the condoms.

“Like what you see, Princess?” Steve’s eyes were dark as he looked at Billy’s cock, hard and red, and so thick against his stomach. He ran a hand over himself, a lazy stroke as Steve watched.

“Please, Daddy. Gave me everything I wanted, wanna make you feel good.” Billy was behind him now, tossed the empty condom wrapper on Steve’s back.

He wiggled the plug a little, making it shift around, making Steve whine. He pulled it out slowly, absolutely loving the way Steve stretched so wide around the thick of it. He wiggled his hips when he was empty, his hole fluttering.

Billy was grinding his cock along Steve sore ass, holding his hips so tightly.

“You’ve been such a good little girl. Asking Daddy so nicely for what you want.” He shifted his hips, the head of his cock catching on Steve’s rim. He poured more lube over his cock, Steve’s crack. “Gonna make Daddy feel so good.”

He moved his hips, began pressing into Steve’s stretched entrance.

The slide was easy after the thick toy, and his hips pressed flush to Steve’s ass quickly. He pulled back out, slamming into Steve.

Steve bit into the soft duvet on Billy’s bed, his ass hurt, Billy’s hips were hitting onto the hand shaped bruises decorating his cheeks. Billy was staring at the welts on him, from his shoulders to his knees, the harsh lines left by the flogger, the purple bruises left by the leather gloves.

Steve was so pretty laid out on his bed underneath him. His first scene had been wonderful. He played along completely, Billy had even seen the glazed look in his eyes when he dropped into subspace. It was so obvious he wanted, so obvious he loved the hurt Billy doled out.

Steve’s legs were shaking, Billy used on hand to yank his hair again, pulling him so his back was flush to Billy’s chest. Billy reached forward with the other, pulled the clamps off of Steve.

Steve came with a shout, his head falling back onto Billy’s shoulder, spilling out over the bedspread. He tightened around Billy’s cock, making Billy grunt, shoot off into the condom, give a few more week thrusts into the condom.

Billy gave Steve a second, letting Steve flop down onto the bed. He untied him slowly, rubbing the marks left by the rope.

“Stevie? You okay?”

“Oh yeah. That was, that was amazing.” He rolled over as Billy tossed the condom. He had a little smile on his face. Billy pulled him into his arms, led him into the bathroom, into the little shower. Billy squeezed in behind him.

He washed Steve completely, taking care of his welts, his bruises. He scratched lightly at Steve’s scalp when he washed his hair, drying him off in a plush towel.

He helped Steve get dressed in the soft clothes he had brought, a soft sweater and cotton shorts. He pulled him into bed, tangling them together.

“Aftercare is probably the most important part of a scene. If a dom doesn’t do it, they are not a good one.” Steve nodded, his face buried in his neck. “Everything okay?”

“Yes. I’m just tired. But it was good. I really liked it. All of it. I wanna, wanna do it again some time.” He lifted his head to look at Billy. “Would you want to?”

“Oh, yes, Pretty Boy. I’d love to do this again with you. You did so well, we can do lots of stuff.” Steve wiggled closer to his chest.

“Thank you, for, for showing me all this. And for, for taking care ‘a me.” Billy pressed a kiss into his hair.

[kcnos]

Thank you for the tag :D

• To megalytero mou lathos

• To agapimeno mou mustiko

• Vodka Vissino

• Mavro Kare Konto

• Bootycall

• Safe

• Little Miss Codependent

top 7 comfort songs

musicals are off limits (i'll do one for musicals if you want tho)

mine are...

riptide, by vance joy

ship in a bottle, by fin

two minute notice, from helluva boss

help! oh well, by somethingelseyt

edas requiem, from the owl house

sky full of stars, by coldplay

wake me up, by avicii

@veralinnn @chantelles-stuff @bored-boring-and-tired @igotthisaccountunderduress @torifuckingspring @theplasticwalmartbag @thats-a-little-queer @rayslove-forlister @nicknelsonisbiactually @toulouseradiosilence @heart-stoppeeerrr

[pastelpaperplanes]

Does throwback twerk? I feel like he twerk. He has to twerk on stage. Also I kinda have a feeling Sentinel would have a major crush on him

oh you know it. wind it up pop it backTHROW IT FORWARD AND SASHAY ROUND AND ROUND he does it all ;D

and now that you mentioned it,,,,,I finally have a character I can project my unquenchable Sentinel thirst onto so wth YES—

They’ve got an extensive bootycall relationship and that’s about it. Sentinel wouldn’t be caught dead in public with Throwback, but the little cycle definitely entertains him on some lonely nights.

Throwback has at it just so he can have bragging rights that he get laid by a Prime or smth, that and he like Sentinel’s legs aHEMMM. I think everyone does but STILL

[eraserhawks]

Ooooh could you do Dabihawks + 20??

i haven’t forgotten about these, just been working on other projects. today really… hit this one into my head tho

[send me a ship and a prompt - soulmate aus]

20. the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.

[bonus: dabi pov]

“Seriously?” Dabi snorted in laughter, eyeing Hawks up anddown. “You’re out here saying that you want to be a villain, that you want toabandon all of your dumbass heroic ideals, but you’re out here telling me tocall you by your hero name?”

Hawks had only gone by his real name to… one person in along time. Rumi had pushed him and pushed him until he finally let her call himeven by his last name. Said his hero name was too impersonal.

He agreed, but… well, he had been used to that one. Therewas nothing personal about his life.He was the number two hero, his entire life was for the world to see. There wasno room for a personal name or a personal life. He was Hawks and that’s what it was.

He supposed, if he were really doing this villain act, Dabidid have a… point. While he’d chosen Hawks for himself, it had been associatedwith him only since he started as a hero. It represented everything that he wasto the hero commission, and nothing that he was to himself. If he really wanted to be a villain, he’d wantnothing to do with it.

“You can’t blame me for not trusting you with somethingmore,” Hawks muttered, trying to recover from a lapse, a thought he hadn’t evenhad. He was Hawks. He’d never evenconsidered saying something else. There was nothing else that he had been, notfor years and years.

“You can’t blame me for not trusting the number two hero toactually want to be a hero when he wants me to call him his hero name.” Dabi’s palm was blazinglightly, an intimidation technique probably, but Hawks couldn’t tear his eyesaway from it. He swallowed, looking at Dabi.

Some of his sidekicks and bosses didn’t even know his realname. It wasn’t like it was a secret,it was just… it wasn’t important any more, not when he was just… Hawks.

So maybe Dabi was right.

He looked at him, letting his shoulders fall after a moment.“The heroes have been in my head since I was a kid. It’s not my fault fordefaulting to it,” Hawks said, looking up at Dabi. It was a vulnerability, andrevealed far more about him than he ever wanted to, but he had to do this. He had to get his trust. “Takami Keigo.”

“Takami,” Dabi repeated, raising his eyebrows. “And you’resure you’re serious about this?”

No. He was so far from sure. From the second the HeroCommission had come to him with this mission, he had thought it was a bad idea,but what else was he supposed to do? They wanted to defeat the villains; thiswas their best chance.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” Hawks looked at Dabi,meeting his (bright blue, strangely familiar) eyes. “Now are we doing this ornot?”

“Welcome to the League, Takami Keigo,” Dabi drawled,followed by… something. Some sort of rules or requirements or expectations orwhatever it was that happened when you joined a group of villains but Hawksdidn’t hear a word.

A thrill had gone through his body when Dabi had said hisname. It wasn’t just the terror he had expected of hearing a villain knowsomething so personal.

It was a flash of blue light and unbearable heat, enoughthat Hawks had thought for a moment that Dabi had finished his statement byacting out and cremating Hawks on the spot.

But Hawks was definitelystill alive and in one piece. Which meant…

Well, he’d heard stories of it before. All sorts of overromanticized versions on the Internet, of the light being so bright thatsomething ridiculous happened.

This…

The villainstanding in front of Hawks was his soulmate.

“Are you even fucking listening, Takami?” Another flash ofheat shot through Hawks’ body and he swallowed, looking up at Dabi.

“Of course I am!” he said, faking a bright smile.

“Believable,” Dabi snorted. “I said you’re getting nowherenear Shigaraki until you’ve actually proven yourself. I still don’t trust you.”

“What will it take?” Hawks wanted out of this mission. Fucksoulmates. Dabi couldn’t be hissoulmate, right?

“I guess we’ll find out.” Dabi smirked, extinguishing hispalms and waving to Hawks. “See you around, Keigo!”

Hawks’ feathers sharpened at the careless use of his firstname, and he yelled after Dabi, who just laughed in response.

Hawks tried to ignore the very noticeable heat in his chest.He could ignore this.

He couldn’t ignore this.

He had been meeting with Dabi for a few weeks now, and Dabi’scareless use of his name continued, like it was nothing. He didn’t know thereaction Hawks had every time he heard his name, and Hawks was no closer toknowing anything about him. Dabi hadno idea who he was, not really.

The heroes seemed excited even by the breadcrumbs that Hawksbrought back. They told him he was doing well, that they were making goodprogress on piecing together who Dabi was and what the League was doing.

All Keigo knew was that he had to get out of the mission soon.

Every time Dabi spoke, Hawks fell a little harder.

He couldn’t deny Dabi was hot, once you got past all of the scarring and staples (and, no,Keigo had never thought about how hotDabi was even with the staples and scars. Of course he wasn’t hot). He had a weird dry sense of humor, and hewas… well, for a villain, he was genuine.

None of those were the mostconcerning, though. That was the way that Dabi was slowly shifting all ofHawks’ opinions.

That was when Dabi went on a rant about how fake heroeswere, and how the Hero Commission were hiding all sorts of shit with theirfigureheads. That was Hawks listening to him, thinking about how he hadn’tknown Takami Keigo for years, until avillain reminded him he existed. That was Dabi going through list after list ofthings the heroes had done wrong, and…

And Hawks seeing all of it.

He was just being convinced because they were soulmates,right? Dabi couldn’t have good points. It had to be something about Keigoover-romanticizing the concept of soulmates.

It had to do with the fact that one thing had led to anotherand suddenly Keigo’s lips were on Dabi’s one day, and then -

And then it kept happening until it wasn’t only kissing and-

And one of Hawks’ sidekicks walked into his office one daywith a terrified look on their face, telling him that the Hero Commission leadswere demanding an emergency meeting.

And Hawks being handed papers with bright red writingstating Dabi’s real name, and a demand for arrest.

Hawks stared at the papers in his hands, swallowing deeplyand trying to convince himself he was wrong. He had been sent on a mission butthis was…

“Tomorrow?” Hawks asked quietly, folding the papers in hislap. “We’re arresting D… Touyatomorrow?”

It was the first time he’d said that name. It felt nodifferent to him, but he wasn’t the one that would affect.

To Hawks, it was just another name. To Dabi, it was…

It was what finally made his name his again. It was what took Keigo from something left in the dusthis wings swept up as he shot his way to the top to something that was him again. The flash of light and warmththat shot through his body every time that Dabi said it.

Touya was just another name to Hawks. To Dabi, it would be…it would change his life, or at least his understandingof life.

If only he could have done this under differentcircumstances.

Tomorrow came too fast, and Hawks waited impatiently at hisapartment for Dabi to show up. He paced through the room, his wings jerking atevery small noise. The police were stationed in the other room as well as onthe ground in case things went wrong.

Dabi slid in through the window after a moment and hegrinned at Hawks. “Couldn’t wait to see me, Keigo?”

Keigo shivered, ignoring the heat rushing through his bodylike it always did. “I’m glad you know you’re a bootycall,” he answeredtauntingly, collapsing onto his bed and motioning Dabi forward.

Dabi snorted, walking up to him and kissing him. “You’re anidiot.”

“You love me,” Hawks said, trying to keep his desperationout of the words. He didn’t deserve this. Dabi had no idea what was coming, itwas clear. Hawks shouldn’t be asking for this.

“You know I do, birdbrain.” Dabi ruffled his hair andKeigo’s heart started to shatter. He had to get this over with.

“I do too,” Keigowhispered. He leaned forward, taking Dabi’s hands and resting their foreheadstogether. The heroes watching probably thought this was an amazing act, a trueact of mercy from Hawks. He just had to do this and then he was free from themission that had probably been weighing him down and forcing him to suffer forso long.

Keigo choked a little on the words the first time beforekissing Dabi softly, sliding the handcuffs from his pocket. He kept their lipstogether and took Dabi’s hands gently, wrapping his own wrists around them tohold him in place. It wasn’t an uncommon gesture for the two of them. Hawksliked to hold his hands when they kissed, to hold him in place, to havecontrol.

Hawks disconnected two small feathers from his wings,guiding them to his hands and taking the handcuffs with them. In a surge, hekissed Dabi deeper, distracting him long enough to get the handcuffs around hiswrists. Dabi’s eyes snapped open, and he clearly wanted to make a snarkycomment before he realized what was happening. Before he realized that thehandcuffs were limiting his quirk, before he realized that Hawks was backingaway.

“Todoroki Touya,” Hawks whispered, his voice quieter than hehad anticipated. He breathed in before finishing, “You’re under arrest.”

As the police burst in, Hawks saw Dabi (Touya, his soulmate) widen his eyes, suddenly realizing what hadjust happened. Getting that flash and burst of heat that Hawks had felt months ago, when he first met Dabi.

He couldn’t look away fast enough to miss the betrayal.

“Good job, Hawks.” A police officer patted him on the backand Hawks forced a smile onto his face.

For the first time in far too long, that was the name that felt empty.

What did Hawkseven mean?

[langdvnshepherd]

Headcanons: Being pregnant with Duncan Shepherd’s baby (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

Word count: 3.4k (let’s just say I got a lil carried away)

Warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy, morning sickness, mentions of smut, breeding/pregnancy kink, childbirth, lil bit of angst, tons of fluff

A/N: Hello everyone this is the first thing I have ever written, like ever. I am a hoe for domesticity, so this was obviously my first choice. If you have a second, please let me know what you think! I’ve only recently made a blog after months of stalking the tags on my main blog, so I’d love it if you guys can give me any feedback on whether or not this is any good lol. Also, not that anyone would...but if you guys ever want me to write anything I will GLADLY do so I am at home bored most of the time so.......let a hoe kno!

Let’s be honest, the baby is NOT planned in any way, shape, or form

Never in Duncan’s life did he see himself having kids

He always saw himself as the type of guy that would work at his family’s company and sleep around with hot girls until he died

Until he met you

You worked for a media company in D.C. that sent you to an event for The Shepherd Foundation very much against your will

He saw you sitting at the bar keeping to yourself and thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen

He made it his goal to see that you went home with him at the end of the night

But you weren’t giving into his flirting as easily as he’d hoped 

That boy tried literally everything in the book to turn you to putty in his hands, but you weren’t buying any of it

You played along with his unapologetic attempts to woo you, letting him think it was working

(It lowkey was definitely working, but you knew better than to get involved with Duncan Shepherd of all people)

You curved his ass right as he leaned in to kiss you

Turning your head away from his that was slowly moving in on yours to whisper in his ear

“It’s late, I should probably get going. See you around?” with the biggest shit-eating grin you could muster

Duncan’s face was immediately bright red

He had never been so turned on in his life at a woman playing him the way you did

He sought you out at every event he goes to after that

You’d give him a flirty wave or raise of your glass to him from across the room the next few times you saw him, always meeting up eventually to taunt each other again and again

After a torturous game of cat-and-mouse you finally went home with him one night and had the hottest sex of your entire life

He wrecked your shit

We’re talking zipper on the back of your dress is destroyed, bruises on your hips, hickeys on your boobs, you had a slight limp for a day or two

Duncan teased you as you hopped out of his bed and winced as your legs made their way across his room to grab your clothes

Since your dress was basically in two pieces after Duncan ripped it off of your body the night before, he insisted that you go home in one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants

“Gives me an excuse to see you again when you return them, right?”

You only intended it to be a one-off thing, but you found yourself thinking about him often

What it would be like to wake up next to him every day

What it would feel like to have his arm around you in public

If you two ever had kids, what would they look like?

Duncan also quickly realized that he liked you more than just for sex, which scared him

As we have discussed, the boy is only known for a quick fuck and not an actual relationship

After a handful of bootycalls, you agreed to start seeing each other more frequently 

Definitely still for sex, but occasionally just for dinner or to watch a movie at each other’s place

It took months of casual sleepovers and you each having your own drawer at each other’s apartment to come to the agreement that you were officially dating

Before you knew it, you’d been together for 5 years and couldn’t picture your lives without each other

The day you both find out you’re pregnant, he finds you in your bedroom pacing up and down the floor

Immediately knows something is wrong but you won’t give in and tell him what’s up

You finally responded to his pleading by gesturing to the bathroom with a tilt of your head – too afraid to say the words out loud just yet

Poor buddy probably had to sit down when he sees the test sitting on the counter

“What are we gonna do?”

“I have no fucking clue.” your voice barely above a whisper

You two were practically married at this point after being together for so long

Neither of you could see yourselves with anyone else

But you still had goals, both in life and in your careers

Sure, babies were bound to come

They just weren’t something either of you would have even considered for at least a few more years

Is still extremely supportive and lets you know he wants whatever you want

In all honesty, you couldn’t really think of a valid reason to not keep the baby

You still had some things you wanted to get done before settling down and having kids, but you loved Duncan and knew that he was it for you

You’d always assumed you’d have kids eventually, so having them early was just a small hiccup

But on the other hand, you two hadn’t talked about having kids apart from passing comments when you gushed over a cute baby that passed by on the street

You weren’t sure if Duncan was ready, but you knew that you could be if you had to be

Swallows hard when you tell him you want to keep it, not because he doesn’t want the baby, but because he knows his life is about to go through some big changes

Holds you close and kisses the top of your head

“I love you, okay? Whatever happens, we’re gonna be okay.”

He didn’t really know if it would be, but he loves you too much to have to think about you worrying

Looking back, that little moment in your shared bathroom was one that you both would never forget

He’s very hesitant at first but quickly warms up to the idea of having a baby with you

In th beginning, he’d grow kinda distant

He wouldn’t know how to act around you now knowing that you’re pregnant

It wouldn’t be anything too dramatic, just a few awkward silences here and there when he isn’t sure what to say or do

You two usually have a glass of wine at dinner and as he’s offering it to you he pauses in his tracks and is just like “…..Oh, right. I forgot. Never mind.” giving you a small, playful smile, but it reeked of sarcasm and somewhat of disdain

He probably makes excuses to not have sex because he doesn’t want to think about there being a baby inside of you while he’s pounding you into the mattress

He’d think you wouldn’t notice his reluctance but you would

It bothers you

Makes you second guess your decision

You were deadset at this point on keeping the baby, so maybe being with Duncan wasn’t going to work out

You bite your tongue though

You trusted that Duncan would come to you if he was ever doubting staying with you through the pregnancy

But those dark thoughts haunted you in the quiet of the night

Avoids touching your stomach for a while

Snuggling your front into his chest instead of spooning so he doesn’t have to hold your belly

The reality is still foreign and unfamiliar to him and he really just doesn’t know what the fuck to do about it

He hates that he acts this way, but he couldn’t avoid his lurking feelings

Probs doesn’t sleep well for a while

Let’s be honest he’s scared out of his goddamn mind and doesn’t think he could possibly ever be a good father but he loves you so much that he’s praying to god the idea of having a kid will get easier

Holds your hair when you’re getting your shit wrecked by morning sickness

No amount of vomit chunks could make you unattractive to him

Figures the best thing he can do in the situation is just to be there for you

He helps you into the shower to rinse off and crawls back into bed with you after

Sometimes he calls out of work when you’re feeling extra shitty just so he can be there for you

Let me drill this into your mind that this boy is  s c a r e d

I’d think Duncan switches into protective dad mode when something drastic happens like you start spotting or bleeding really badly and think you’re having a miscarriage and have to go to the hospital

That’s when reality actually hits him and he’s like there’s a baby in there that’s alive and I helped create them and after that he starts to be more comfortable with you being pregnant

Thankfully everything is good and the baby is perfect

When you come home from the hospital late that night and get into bed, he lets out a huge sigh into your hair and reaches his hands under your shirt to finally wraps his arms around your belly

Once again, he probably didn’t think you’d notice

But you definitely did

He had never really fully embraced the idea of you being pregnant, but the thought of potentially losing the baby was enough for him to get his shit together

Even though you’d barely be showing, he rubs his thumb along your stomach comfortingly until you both fall asleep

For once, he slept peacefully that night knowing that both of his babies were alive and well

From then on, he becomes a lot more loving and caring towards you and the baby

And also gets so fucking excited thinking about a mini-you or mini-him running around the house?? Sign him UP!

Keeps the ultrasound sonograms in his wallet/frames them and peaks at them while he’s working

Is probably more in tune with your pregnancy than you are

“Did you know that the baby is the size of a grapefruit now? Next week it’ll be the size of a rutabaga.”

“No, Dunc, I didn’t know that. That’s nice. Can we please go to sleep now? I’m tired.”

He used to greet you when he came home from work with a kiss on your lips

Now it’s one kiss on your lips, another on your belly

Duncan 100% talks to your stomach and no one can convince me otherwise

Especially after he feels the baby kick for the first time

You’ll both be on the couch watching some dumb re-run of a show you’ve both seen a million times and he’d lay his head down in your lap and talk to the baby while gently rubbing your belly with his hands trying to get them to start kicking

“Hi buddy! It’s your dad. Hope you’re having fun in there. I can’t wait to meet you. You get in the way of me and your mom having sex sometimes but that’s okay. I still love you so much.”

Earns a swift smack in the chest for that

You have to tell him to shut up sometimes because the baby goes nuts when he starts talking and it makes you feel like you’re gonna be sick

It’s still one of your favorite things tho let’s not play around

Most of the time, you just let him go on and on to your belly while you rub your fingers through his hair

Will literally do anything for you even if you don’t ask because not only does he love spoiling you but wants to make sure he’s doing whatever he can to help out with the baby while you’re pregnant

Wake up at 3am with a craving? He’s got his keys in his hand before you can even tell him what you want

Make a passing comment about noticing a few stretch marks? He comes home with 7 different lotions and insists on being the one to rub you down with each of them

That turns sexual but that’s an entirely different discussion for later

He hears you huffing in the bathtub about how you can’t reach your legs to shave? You bet your ass he hops in and helps you

Tries to say you don’t have to shave your legs for him and that he could care less

“Yeah, no shit. I’m not shaving my legs for you. I’m just tired of feeling my scratchy leg hair while I’m trying to sleep with no pants on.”

“…Okay….fair enough.”

Regardless of the gender, you both agree to have a neutral-themed nursey

Not only goes with Duncan’s rich-bitch aesthetic, but super girly and boyish things just don’t float your boat

You go with light shades of beige and grey

Same goes with baby clothes

Lil grey singlets with stripes and tiny little beanies and matching socks

Basically I am a hoe for minimalist, gender-neutral baby items so I am projecting that onto these hc’s

I also like to think that pillow talk becomes essential during your pregnancy

It’s the only guaranteed time you two have every day to catch up with each other, and you always talk about the baby

You talk baby names for at least 20 minutes a night until you guys finally decide on one

“What about Pearl?”

“Duncan, I am NOT naming our kid Pearl.”

He comes up with the worst names and you always give him shit for it until finally he throws out one that sticks

Is literally so proud the night he finally came up with a name that you both could agree on

You talk about the things you still need to do before the baby comes like building the dresser or picking out bedding for the crib

You always end up falling asleep mid-conversation nestled into each other with each of your hands intertwined and laying against your belly

The man’s nesting gets out of control and we all know it

Duncan comes home with a new stuffed animal every time he goes to the store

You send him to Target for toilet paper and peanut butter?

He comes back with one of every kind of those Wubbanub things he could find in the baby section

“It was just so cute I couldn’t not get it? It’s like a pacifier AND a stuffed animal? They get to have both at the same!time!”

Buying shit so often he probably gets two of the same thing without realizing

“They’re just gonna puke or shit all over it anyway? Probably better to have a backup if you ask me.”

You probably find him just sitting in the nursery sometimes, usually in the middle of the night

He’s either admiring his handiwork because he put together the changing station without looking at the directions

Or once again, trying to sooth his worries about becoming a dad

His baby is going to be home with him soon, and this will be the room where they sleep

He is a big nervous boi about it

Pregnancy sex

Duncan becomes obsessed with how big your boobs and belly get

The breeding kink,,, jumps out

He’s ridiculously hard at the idea that he’s the reason your stomach and tits are swollen

That his baby is growing inside of you

Absolutely loses it when you wear his shirts around the house

You always wore them anyway, but the fact that they used to come to your thighs and are now snug at your hips makes him wanna,,,nut

He loves grabbing your boobs even when you’re not being intimate

If you’re laying in bed watching a movie, he’s got his arms snaked around you with one resting on your belly and the other draped around your chest to grab a handful of boob

Forgets that they’re always sore and gets yelled at more than a few times for being too rough with them

At first, sex is normal and occasionally rough like it always has been

Eventually becomes extremely sensual and about being as close to each other as you can

He takes notes at how sensitive you are and ensures that you’re left a whimpering, screaming mess by the time you cum

Is over the moon that you are just as horny during your pregnancy as he is

While he gets excited about having a baby, his anxiety kicks in again as you reach the finish line of your pregnancy

It finally hits him again that oh shit….this is a real, breathing baby about to come into the world that he is responsible for

You start becoming more agitated, swollen, uncomfortable, crying all of the time

You lash out at him sometimes

He knows you don’t mean it, but it still gets to him

Has him questioning himself more and more

What if he couldn’t do it?

Starts reading a shit ton of baby books and begging you to go to classes with him

Despite his efforts, there’s really nothing he can do to make himself feel any better

He confesses one night in bed that he’s scared shitless he won’t be a good dad

Probably starts crying a little bit

You turn to face him and hold his hands close to your chest

“Listen, Donut. If you love this baby even half as much as I know you love me, I am positive that they will be more than okay. I’ll be right here with you to figure it all out. No one is good at it at first. It takes a lot of getting used to. Plus, they always say the worrying goes away the second you actually hold the baby in your arms.”

A few weeks after that, your water breaks in the middle of the night

Duncan immediately jumps out of bed to grab your hospital bag and help you put on your clothes

Holds your hand the whole ride there

Brushes your knuckles across his lips to try to calm the both of you

In a few hours, both of your lives will be different forever

Do I need to say it again?

Boy is about to shit his pants he is so scared

His heart hurts every time you cry from the pain of contractions because there’s nothing he can do

He is basically useless at this point, which he hates

All he has to offer is his hand for you to squeeze so hard it feels like the bones in his fingers might snap

When you feel like giving up, it’s finally his turn to give the pep talk

He tries his best and it comes out shaky, but he means it

“You’ve got this. You’re the strongest person I know. Remember what you said? It all goes away when you finally get to hold them. Let’s meet our baby, yeah?”

After a particularly excruciating push, your grunting is replaced by shrill little cries

Both yours and Duncan’s eyes go wide and your breath hitches in the back of your throat

The past 9 months have led up to this moment and you’re finally meeting your sweet baby for the first time

Duncan’s shaking like a leaf when he cuts the umbilical cord, unable to take his eyes off of the baby

You’re just as shaky when the nurse places the baby against your chest

Immediately you’re crying your eyes out

“Look at them, Duncan. They’re so beautiful. We did it.”

Duncan probably can’t form words right now

Probably just mumbling “Oh my god. Oh my god.” over and over

He just smiles and nods, trying to hold back tears while leaning over the hospital bed and stroking the baby’s cheek with the back of his hand

After the baby’s crying dies down, you shift over to the side of the bed

You make Duncan take the spot next to you so he can finally hold the baby

He’s hesitant

He doesn’t want to fuck up or hurt them but wants more than anything to finally meet his baby

Still kinda in disbelief that the woman who refused to go on a date with him for months turned into the love of his life had loved him enough to be currently sitting beside him in a hospital bed after having pushed a 7-pound baby that has half of his DNA out of her vagina

As soon as he takes the baby in his arms he’s overwhelmed with love and relief that his baby is here and alive and crying and kicking and he actually created a whole ass human

“Hi, love. It’s nice of you to finally show up. We’ve been waiting a long time to finally meet you.”

Doesn’t even notice, but the tears are f l o w i n g

Back then, he wasn’t sure he believed you when you said that his worries would leave him when he finally held his baby, but now he knows exactly what you meant

He’d do anything for the small bundle in his arms, and the woman lying beside him

Sorry if this is trash y’all I just wanted to give writing a shot!!! Once again pls lmk if it’s good in any capacity I would greatly appreciate it!

I guess I’ll tag some of my favorite writers? Lmao y’all I literally don’t know what the fuck I’m doing someone be my friend and teach me

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