Really Flirtatious Douchebag Butch Who Keeps Hooking Their Fingers Into The Belt Loop Of Their Femmes

really flirtatious douchebag butch who keeps hooking their fingers into the belt loop of their femmes low rise jeans and snapping her bra strap. who spreads their legs obnoxiously in every seat they sit in, patting their thigh so their femme can take a seat, one arm thrown over her shoulder and their hand ""accidentally"" resting right on her left tit. who calls her doll and babe and sweetheart more than they call her her actual name, and brags to their friends about making her cum four times in a row, and leers at her every time she looks their way.

really flirtatious douchebag butch who, as soon as their femme returns that energy at all - tugging them in by their tie and calling them honey and resting her head on their shoulder, hot breath ghosting over their neck - become a stammering red-faced mess. all confidence and cockiness replaced by nervous laughter and avoided eye contact and a waver in their voice. a gentle (and kinda sweaty) hand pressed to their femmes lower back to balance her in their lap as well as to steady their nerves. worried that since they can't smooth talk anymore she'll get bored of them and leave when in reality this is the reaction she's been hoping for all night.

If you’re confused as to whether I love or hate Hawks, let me be clear, I am also confused.

i still needa post my other works,, hrhghhff....

todo list for today

fix up blog/make my posts more aesthetically pleasing

make a masterlist

post chapter 3.2 of LHL

write and hopefully post anon's request (idk if its 🩸anon who asked so if it is u 🩸anon then step forward and claim credit for ur idea!!)

'booka you need to actually put your work out there if you want it to get recognized' shut ???? up????

Autumn in Jackson

Just morning cuddles with Tess as the weather changes in Jackson

Warnings: None

Word Count: 390

A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to my first?(technically second) Tess fic. This came to me while writing something else for Tess so technically my second fic for her and uhh be on the watch for that fic(if someone wants to beta read just ask). Uhhh yeah Anna Torv as Tess has sucked me back in and this time I’m writing for her. Please bear with me as usually when I write it’s for class so yeah feedback is appreciated and I hope you enjoy😊. Oh also shout out to my friend @booksooks for proofreading this thanks pookie.

Autumn was your favorite time of year. When the weather finally cooled off enough to where you wouldn’t be sweating your ass off, but still warm enough to where you wouldn’t freeze to death. You never really got to enjoy the change in weather during your time in the Boston QZ, too busy with selling shipments of pills to gather more ration cards and supplies for the upcoming winters.

Since making the move to Jackson two years prior you didn’t have to worry about any of that anymore. You could just enjoy the weather with your little family. Taking Ellie to the little fair that Jackson hosted, you and Ellie both pestering Joel to carry the biggest pumpkin so you could carve it later, and the best of all, snuggling with Tess in front of the fire.

You're brought out of your reverie as a chill shakes your frame, snuggling more into the blankets and turning yourself into the warmth of the body next to you. You start to bury your face into the crook of Tess’s neck when she mumbles sleepily “your nose is fucking freezing” her voice raspy and low with the remnants of sleep still clinging on.

“It’s not my fault, if I’d known I would’ve worn warmer clothes to bed” you mumble as you try and wiggle closer.

“I told you the weather was gonna turn” she states matter of factly. You scoff trying again to snuggle closer “what did your knees tell you that?” you reply sarcastically. She gives you a look of mock hurt “haha very funny” as she finally relents and pulls you closer.

You both lay there for a couple minutes, basking in the silence before breaking it “what time do we have to be up for patrol?” you feel her shift to look over your shoulder at the clock on the nightstand, “not for a couple more hours baby” settling back into bed and nuzzling into your hair.

“Mmmmm, next time I suggest we do early patrol smack me” you feel her frame shake as she lets out a tired chuckle. “Go back to sleep baby” you snuggle even closer, practically wrapping yourself around her “mmm love you Tessa” you feel a kiss pressed to your head and a faint love you too as you drift off back to sleep.

Bad boy Dabi is my go to 💜