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girlboypersonthingy · 1 month

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I NEEED possessive Blitzø after striker was flirting with reader in season 1 episode 5

maybe leading to yknow

can I be 💿 anon?

I’m literally screaming over this request, holy shit! Yes yes yes, been craving some Blitzø writing. I’ve finally made it 😮‍💨 of course you can be 💿 anon. You’re actually the first anon to claim an emoji! So yeah…thanks for requesting, nonnie. Enjoy! 🖤

Notes: gn!reader, established relationship

TW: not really smut but very suggestive, still gender neutral reader, making out, heavy touching, a little dirty talk, teasing, Blitzø using his tail 🤤 possessive Blitzø 18+ only please

Blitzø x reader - Jealousy 🥀

Watching from your spot in the bleachers, sat beside Moxxie and Millie, you let your pride and admiration for Blitzø burst out of you in the form of screaming, cheering and clapping. Of course Blitzø just had to participate in the pain games. You watched as he showed off his skills, stamina and strength all day during the pain games and, to put it simply, you were in awe of him. He and that shady farm hand, Striker, were neck and neck all day. Sure, you’ve seen him at work before, you’ve watched him take the lives of so many living people, you’ve watched him take on unexpected enemies with ease…but this was just a game. Some harvest festival bullshit, that’s what he called it. If that’s all it is, why is he trying so hard to beat some dumb farm hand? Regardless of his reasoning, you supported him through and through, cheering him on from the audience as Stolas announces him and Striker to be tied for first place. “FUCK YEAH, BLITZ!!! WHOOOO!!!”

Hearing his name bellow from your chest in a high pitched yell caught his attention, head turning towards the sound as his eyes lock onto you sitting in the crowd. A smile tugs at his lips as he lifts one of his big hands to give you a wave. Simultaneously, Striker shoots you a devious glare, smirking as he winks at you and waves his hand back at you. The sight of him looking at you with those eyes just…made you shiver. What a creep. Did he really think you were waving at him? As if! But now you notice Blitzø frowning, teeth bared and hands now balled up into tight fists of rage. He was fuming, looking as if he was actively growling and you could see him shaking slightly.

Finally, Blitzø stomps his way off the stage and is on his way to you. This prompts you to jump up and go to him. Carefully shuffling through the crowd, you find Blitzø still looking more pissy than usual. “Hey, you kicked ass, babe! You totally deserved first place. Fuck that other guy.” Your immediate shit talking brings a smirk to Blitzø’s face for just a second before it turns back to a bitter frown. “Blitz… You did your best and I think your best is waaaaay better than that stupid, tacky cowboy and-“

Without letting you get another word in, without even worrying about the fact that you’re in a crowd of wrathians right now, Blitzø grips your wrist and yanks you into him. His lips come smashing into yours, almost painfully at first, but it soon becomes a sloppy, soft, open mouth kiss. And then his other hand falls on your hip for a moment before sliding down to gently fondle your ass. As your lips move messily against his, a surprised ‘hmph!’ comes from your throat when you feel his hand give your butt a squeeze. Quickly pulling back and sucking in a breath, “Blitzø! What’s gotten into you?” You ask with a shy smile, watching as he stumbles further towards you, practically drunk off your lips. “I’m better than him?” He repeats what you had said just a minute ago, his eyes now hungry and darting all over your face and body. “Psh! Of course you are.” Responding with another quick kiss to his lips, you watch as his smile gradually widens, his eyes never leaving your now blushy face.

Then it dawns on you- oh my god he’s jealous. You think back to when you had first met Striker and Millie’s parents, the way Striker was looking you up and down, when he kissed the back of your hand and called you ‘gorgeous’. Yuck. Makes you cringe just thinking about him touching you. What was it he said to you? Something like... ‘You probably have a man, considering how good lookin’ you are…but you should forget about him and come visit me in my room tonight, little one. I’ll show you what a real man is like.’ That’s probably what has Blitzø so annoyed and needy for you…and so pissed that he was tied for first place with that asshole.

Suddenly, Blitzø is dragging you along behind him as you both push through the crowd and make your way back to Millie’s parents’ house. “You okay?” You question softly from behind him. “I will be.” He responds immediately, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing from his tone of voice. In a flash, he’s got you into the guest room he was staying in, flattened out against the bed with him on top of you, his lips unforgiving and desperate against your own.

“Oh~ Jeez, Blitz…Im only yours. You know that right?.” Your lips part finally but he moves back in fast, his lips meeting your neck and slowly kissing down your chest. “Mhm. Tell me more.” He commands between kisses then lets his long, forked tongue drag along your exposed collar bone. “Ah~! I’m all yours. You’re the only one I w-want…fuck.” You lose all focus as Blitzø’s tail slithers up and around your thigh, the pointed end of it gently swiping up and down your crotch. “Blitzzzzz…” Your own moan surprises you a bit but when you look down at Blitzø still enjoying the taste of your collar bone, he’s obviously enjoying this waayyyy too much.

“C’mon…tell me more.” He carefully but firmly grips your face in his hand, his face just inches from yours now and he looks deadly serious, his big eyes searching your face. He’s making you look at him, despite how red your face is and how badly you want to find another spot to rest your gaze. “Who do you belong to?” It comes out of him in a low growl, his mouth back against your skin. “You. You, baby. I’m all yours, Blitz.” You take a moment to enjoy the feeling of his teeth scraping against your neck. “Listen…If this is about when Striker hit on me earlier, you know I-“

“Don’t… don’t say his name. Ever again.” His tone is almost frightening but the expression of pride and satisfaction on his face makes you bite down hard on your lip, your legs quivering as his tail continues to tickle up against your inner thigh. “S-s-sorry…” is all you can mumble out before impulsively reaching up to grab his face and bring it close to yours, continuing the make out session. “Keep saying my name.” He groans into the kiss as your hands begin to travel his body, feeling up his chest and down his sides.

“F-fuuck~ Blitz. Oh! Hmmmm~ Blitz, I love you…I’m all yours, B-Blitzzzzz~.” And now he just can’t control himself, physically or verbally. He completely unravels right before your eyes, huffing as his hands grip your hips, tugging at the waist band of your pants. “Fuuuuuck~ you’re so hot. Yeah, baby. You’re aaaaalllll mine. Only I get to have you like this, only I get to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.” The dirty talk is starting to get to both of you, pulling whines and whimpers from you as Blitzø starts to literally rip your clothes- not fully rip them off of you but his grip on the belt loops of your jeans right now is almost scary. The tighter he grips, the more you hear the seams of the clothing popping.

Just when you thought he would finally yank your pants off and fuck the shit out of you, Blitzø pulls back, checks his phone, then uses the waist band of your pants to pull you up to your feet. He pushes you towards the door, placing a hard smack to your ass before again nudging you forward. “W-what? Where are we-“ You ask, confused and weak at the knees. He holds up his phone, showing a text from Moxxie about Striker and his plan to kill Stolas. “We got a tacky cowboy to get rid of.” You sigh and trudge forward, disappointed and extremely horny now.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.” Blitzø grabs ahold of your hand and gives you a flirty look as he continues walking. He gestures back at the bed behind you two. “I’ll be sure to pound you into that mattress so hard you won’t even remember that piece of shit’s name.”

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jazzmasternot · 2 months

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I need him biblically

#the greeks had socrates y’all have me #helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss memes #striker x reader #verosika x striker #striker #hb striker #helluva boss striker

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moonsporemoth · 6 months

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I think Mammon surrounds himself with those robo-fizzes because he envies Valetino's "sexiness" and wants to copy it like he did with Loo Loo Land.

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n04hfiction · 17 days

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Dating Loona Headcanons

Content/Warnings (If applicable): Sexual Content (MDNI, there’ll be a split between the NSFW content!), Profanity, Implied!Male Reader (Usage of “guy” once), OOC(?) Loona

Proofread: ✅

SFW:

Loona spent years in the adoption center, infact, a good chunk of her life, and she had only been with Blitzø for a few years now, so it’s safe to say you’re her first partner

She was most likely very awkward during the talking stage, she doesn’t talk to many outside of IMP, so honestly, it may not be easy for her at first

A talking stage with Loona consists of her being extremely awkward and nervous, borderline geeky in a sense, whether you realized it or not. She probably found you attractive from the start, like before you guys ever properly spoke, so it’s not even like she had something to start off of with you.

Going back to her life in the adoption center, we can tell that she wasn’t seen as something or someone important, and let’s be real here, she probably knew they thought that — So I can see her love language being words of affirmations, after so many years, the only thing she really needs is to be told she is enough

I can also imagine Loona’s love language in terms of giving being physical affection, she’s probably very clingy after her years in the shelter, and she just wants to hold you and never have to let you go, because she feels like if she does she might lose you forever

In terms of petnames, I can see this going two ways, Loona won’t really call you petnames aside from “babe” or maybe “hun” cause she feels like a lovesick teenager otherwise, but if you call her something she absolutely FOLDS!! Loona really gets into it whenever you call her something with “my ____”, or anything with “dear” or “sweet” - Which might surprise you, because she doesn’t use petnames BECAUSE she thinks they sound cheesy, but when you call her the cheesy petnames, she folds like a piece of paper!

An ideal date for Loona would be staying in and just cuddling while watching a movie, as much as Loona is down to party, her social battery can get drained pretty easy, so she’d much rather stay in with the one person she knows gets her - Except at your place, she’d rather die than cuddle with you infront of Blitzø

Speaking of Blitzø, she’s hesitant to introduce you both, she knows how Blitzø can be, especially when it comes to her and a guy, but she knows she has to have you both meet at some point.

Blitzø is protective (as well as defensive) at first, which honestly, is fair enough, but once he gets to know you he ends up liking you just fine! Especially if you let him ramble about his horse fantasies, he’ll really like you then!

This might be a surprise, but Loona isn’t much of a hand-holder, it’s just not her thing — and she really only kisses you in private, but she loves hugging you! This girl loves hugs! She hugs you goodbye after every date, she hugs you as her way of saying thank you when she can’t form the words quite right, she loves hugging you

NSFW:

Along with being Loona’s first partner, you are also her first time, which comes with a few different things to unpack here.

Firstly, Loona is very insecure when it comes to sex (at first), and she hardly ever even touched herself before you. The first few times of even attempting sex she’ll back out, she’s really insecure and overall scared of being abandoned, the shelter really did do a number on her.

I also personally headcanon that Loona has body-image issues, she’s a bit thick in certain places, and she’s covered in fur - So if you’re not covered in fur, she’ll get very anxious about how you’ll choose to handle it. (Occasionally she’ll slip into her human disguise specifically for sex, because she is terrified of you getting annoyed by her fur for whatever reason).

Loona is very subby for the first few months of having sex with you, but as she starts to grow and get used to it, she can definitely start to dom, maybe even lean towards it, I see her as a softer but also teasing dom, but I can also see her being rougher when and if the situation calls for it

She fucking thrives off of anything to do with her clit (fingering, eating out, ect) - It’s also probably her more sensitive area. Making out with Loona while fingering her and fondling with her breasts is probably one of the things that gets her off the most, and (as long as you’re not opposed), she is definitely into the idea of riding your face

In contrast to her love language, she definitely has a degradation kink, she gets the biggest kick out of being called a whore or slut or a bitch or anything of that sorts (even if in non-sexual situations things would be much different)

Another thing, Loona isn’t one to cry or get overly vulnerable in a relationship (although she does from time to time), making her cry during sex is definitely something you do a lot (in a healthy and consensual way, ofc)

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rookthorne · 4 months

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it's coming up to my personal favourite event of the year, Hot Bucky Summer, as run by the mods over at @buckybarnesevents!

in order to gear up for the chaos that will ensue (no doubt) from this event within my collections, I have compiled my personal top 10 Bucky collections into a poll. and here is where I will ask for your help — I would like to gather as much information as possible to determine where most of my focus will go.

to be clear, it is very likely that all of my collections will be given love and attention through this event (now that I have confidence to write smut) once I know the prompts, but I am asking who I should prioritise from my favourites. I will also disclose that there are AUs yet to be announced that will be very prominent... 🤭

to refresh memories, I have put below the cut the afforementioned collections! otherwise, the link is hyperlinked above, or easily accessed by the first link in my bio (my navigation).

thank you in advance for your help, my chaos kittens. 💗

— 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

The 107th motorcycle club has been the protector of their collective hometown for many, many years - shouldering all the bloodshed and loss that came with it. Little did you know, you’d become the President’s own twisted version of an angel on his shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯

A pack of wolves looked out for one another, strengthened each other and battled to keep one another safe – it was the natural order of things, the way things worked. Being between the two most dangerous and possessive of them all meant you sat on your throne with pride; just how they wanted it.

— 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

Like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to them and their irresistible charm – their job, as firemen, was to put out fires and infernos, but you could only hope they’d let the fire they started in the depth of your soul, consume you whole.

— 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤

The world of body art and botany had always been beautiful to you; each pencil stroke and each flower petal amounted to a masterpiece of creation. It wasn’t until the day that a chance meeting left you reeling amongst the artful blooms of your store, you wondered if that was what heaven truly felt like.

— 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

The depths of Hell had lost an asset, all thanks to you - no God could save you from his sights, or his clutches. Being consumed by fire was one way to go, you supposed, if it came in the form of one smug, hellish bastard.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Life in your small town could not have gotten any better, you had sworn. That was until you started to call a handsome, brooding lumberjack your best friend, and you developed butterflies at any mention of his name, or thought of him. Sure, it was going to be fine, you could do this. What could go wrong?

— 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

Cars were all the same to you – classics, imports, you name it, they were all the same.

Well, they were, until you were nonetheless forced to visit your local mechanic and saw the man that would pique your interest in not only every single make and model of classic car, but his charming smile; the air of righteous arrogance that flowed from his tattoos, and that damned cheeky glint in his bright eyes.

— 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

Fate had a funny way of working. There you were, in the hospital again, and there was your favourite nurse; tall, broad, devilishly handsome, and not to mention soft, kind, and caring. Your stay, and consequently your life, just got infinitely more interesting.

— 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭

A powerful alpha had locked his sights onto you; a wolf to its prey. On the contrary, you were the fox that showed its belly to a predator – a mutual respect, the only thing keeping the wolf’s fangs from piercing the delicate flesh. You knew playing with his food was something he loved to do, and you would happily be the plaything for your mate.

— 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

Softness was a trait you unwittingly carried - the wings of a dove taking you higher and higher, elevating you in the eyes of the devil. And that devil did not want to wait any longer. It was time to collect.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes poll #I need the ASSISTANCE PLS #I am an indecisive writer #Lana's rambles #Lana's polls #HBS

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wanking-at-your-funeral · 15 days

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Hi everyone! Me and my friend just started writing a fanfic so if you love Stolitz, Im sure you'll love it!!!

Summary:

Misunderstandings, past trauma, and an overabundance of unacknowledged feelings; what more could you want as the starting point for your relationship?

After the events of Western Energy both Stolas and Blitzø are desperately trying to find their new normal, or rather get back to their old normal. Both Goetia and Imp alike are struggling with the possibility of there being something more between them than just their full moon arrangement, and whatever it may entail if either one of them ever acknowledged this stifled thing growing between them

Unbeknownst to the two part time lovers, the danger was far from over yet. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles and self imposed walls that keep them apart? Or will Hell's greater evils triumph over them, and make their story just another sad, cautionary tale of why the upper class and lower class should never mix?

#stolitz #helluva boss #helluva fanfiction #stolitz fanfic #blitzø #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss stolitz #stolitz angst #stolas x blitz #blitz hb #hb #hb fanfic #hazbin hotel #vivzieverse

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huskerdustsimp · 15 days

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Pinning a post with links to my different fanfics on ao3 📌

You’re my loser, baby - Huskerdust fic (in progress)

Hell’s Heroes: Tales of Triumph and Camaraderie - One shot Hazbin Hotel DnD fic (finished)

Stitched in Sin - Velvette x Verosika Mayday fic (in progress)

Satanic Sing-a-long - One shot Hazbin Hotel karaoke fic (finished)

Will update with new fics as I do them! 💖

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bitchesofostwick · 16 days

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Chapter 25: Paying the Price

Lyssa and Avery leave them to rest, and Ellinor should rest more, she knows this, but the pain and the shock and the horror of it all sink in and she can’t. She stays in bed, the aching of her hand—no, where her hand used to be—too much for her to want to wander the halls or even pace the confines of her bedroom. She even makes several attempts to close her eyes, for varying amounts of time. None are successful.

Cullen sleeps like a baby. And that, at least, brings her some comfort.

She has no doubt he’d been awake half the night—if not all of it—just waiting for her to come around, worried sick. We’re the same that way. Both worriers. The fact that he’s able to sleep at all, much less peacefully, tells her his mind is for once at ease.

Unable to sleep herself, she eventually pulls herself gingerly into a sitting position, careful not to wake him—though he does stir briefly, curling his arm around her waist and resting his forehead on her hip before lying still once more. She takes her ring from her bedside table and holds it in her right hand, absently rubbing the edge of the band with her thumb. I could wear it on this hand, she thinks for a moment, but then, that’d be strange. If only…

It begins to dawn on her, the sheer weight of the loss. She’s always wielded two knives, one in each hand, ever since she’d first acquired a pair for herself in Ostwick without her parents’ knowledge. Not anymore. Maryden had begun teaching her to play lute shortly after the Inquisition had settled in Skyhold. Ellinor would have ventured to consider herself good at it by now—and yet, no longer. Even her once-beloved harp that she swore not to play again after leaving the Free Marches would now be forever out of reach. It was one thing to opt not to play; it’s another thing entirely to be robbed of the choice.

#woe chapter 25 be upon ye #hb #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age trespasser #cullen x trevelyan #cullen x inquisitor #my writing #cullen rutherford

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anothergameofwickedgrace · 2 months

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Stolitz Smut as Promised.

Pairing: Stolas x Blitzø

~3,500 words

Relevant tags: Established Relationship, Roleplay, Rough Sex

AO3 Link

"Stolas convinces Blitzø to break his rule about no sex at the office."

Are Rules Not Meant to Be Broken?

A knock sounded at the door to Blitzø's office, drawing his attention from his work.

"Looney, you know we can't take in clients today with M&M out. If they're asking, just tell them we'll get to it tomorrow."

The door creaked open a crack, but the head that popped inside was far taller than what he expected.

"Wrong guess, darling." Stolas chirped from the doorway.

"Stolas? Why are you here?"

"Can I not drop by to visit my boyfriend? " He tilted his head to the side, smiling. "May I come in? I brought you some iced coffee." He stuck it through the door, giving it a little shake for emphasis.

Blitzø paused, considering it before replying. "How about you wait in the lobby?"

"Why not let me into your office?"

Blitzø leveled his gaze at the royal demon.

"Because I know you. And I have a shit ton of important paperwork to do, and you are only going to be a distraction."

"A distraction? I would never dream of interrupting you from your work." Stolas replied with a smirk, ducking into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Why even ask if you're not going to listen?"

Stolas ignored him, walking over to the imp and handing him his coffee, which Blitzø happily took and drank.

"How is it?"

Blitzø gave a thumbs up as he sipped. It was exactly how he liked it, but he wasn't going to admit that.

"Thanks for the drink. Now go sit in the lobby." Blitzø pointed at the door, looking up at him.

"Do you honestly think I came in here with nefarious purposes?" Stolas asked with feigned naivety, the look on his face betraying any possible claims of innocence.

The imp looked at him with a deadpan stare.

Stolas just smiled and walked around to the back of his chair, leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of his neck and placing his hands on his shoulders.

"Come on, Blitzy. You seem stressed. Why don't you take a break?" He dropped his voice down an octave before continuing, "I bet I could help you relax." He let out a deep little chuckle, running a hand down Blitzø's chest.

"Not here for nefarious purposes, my ass." He muttered.

"You know the rules, Stolas. No sex at the office."

"Have you not said before that rules are meant to be broken?" Stolas asked, a smartass expression plastered on his face.

"You're impossible." Blitzø said flatly.

Stolas just grinned and turned his chair around, kneeling down in front of it and propping his elbows up on the imp's thighs to prop his head up on his hands.

"How about this: You're the hard-working, overly stressed boss. Which you are. And I'm the secretary who would do anything for a raise." He proposed, walking his fingers up the other's chest.

Blitzø didn't protest but simply looked down at him. Stolas took that as sign enough to continue.

"You've had a particularly frustrating day and could really use an outlet. And there you see your sexy secretary bent over, filing away papers, hips just swaying in the air... almost knowingly taunting you."

Stolas reached up, gripping at the lapels of Blitzø's coat and straightening up slightly from his kneeling position.

"You can imagine that ass bent over your desk, legs wide apart, ready and wanting." He gently tugged him down so his mouth was at his neck. "Imagine yourself slamming into him, over and over as all he can do is hold on and take it as you fuck your stress away."

Stolas heard the other audibly swallow and he grinned wider. "Or maybe on his knees, hot mouth sucking you off eagerly. Taking you down all the way. Simply desperate for evey inch of your big, juicy cock."

Blitzø bit back a noise as the pictures Stolas was painting were shooting straight to his groin.

Dammit.

He hoped that the owl wouldn't notice, but that hope was quickly quashed as Stolas pulled himself up to straddle his lap. The wicked smile on his face was enough to tell Blitzø he definitely knew.

The prince leaned in with a self-satisfied hum, nipping gently at his neck and dropping a hand down to his lap, rubbing softly against his growing bulge.

"You're awful." Blitzø hissed.

Stolas pulled back enough to look Blitzø in the face, his glowing eyes hooded. "So...is the secretary going to be able to earn his well deserved raise?" He inquired in a teasing tone as he traced circles on his chest with his free hand, tail swishing gently.

"I ought to fire him." The imp muttered.

Raising his gaze to meet the prince's, he reluctantly gave in to thinking with the head Stolas was currently paying apt attention to, since that one was making it much harder to use the other.

"Fine. You win." The demon huffed. "Fucking slutty bird."

"Slutty secretary ." He corrected with a simper before hopping up and turning Blitzø's chair back to face his desk.

The shorter demon rolled his eyes and shook his head, but the edges of his mouth tugged upward.

Stolas walked over to the door and turned the lock with a click. He leaned back against the door, folding his arms behind his back. When he spoke, it was in a deep, sultry tone.

"You wanted to see me in your office? Sir."

Okay, that had no right to sound as hot as it did, but it definitely was something Blitzø could work with.

He noted in the back of his mind that he was glad that Moxxie had stopped calling him that because it certainly wouldn't being doing him any favors in one way or another.

Blitzø put on a smirk and leaned back, kicking his feet up onto the desk and tucking his hands behind his head.

"To my desk."

Stolas walked over to stand in front of him, hands still clasped behind his back.

"I wanted to talk to you about this raise you wanted. I don't really see what reason I would have to give you that. All you seem do is walk around the office in tight little outfits, distracting my workers. If anything, you're hurting the amount of work that gets done around here."

"Sir, I promise I am a very hard worker. I am extremely dedicated to this company. I would do anything you needed me to do to help it thrive."

"Hmmm." Blitzø hummed and switched his position so his feet were back on the floor, leaning an elbow on the desk. "Really now?"

He looked the taller demon up and down, a slow smile growing on his lips.

"I think I could work something out with you. You say you're such a hard worker, maybe you can show me that work ethic of yours."

"Of course. What would you have me do?"

Blitzø motioned Stolas to come closer to him, scooting his chair back enough that owl could stand between him and the desk.

"Kneel."

Stolas obliged, dropping down to his knees between Blitzø's parted legs.

The imp reached down, combing his fingers through the feathers on his head.

Stolas was looking up at him with big round eyes that held an eagerness he never could seem to hide. And fuck if he didn't look nice like that. The only thing that would make him look prettier would be-

Blitzø was getting ahead of himself.

"Meetings and paperwork and all that shit are stressful. It'd be extremely helpful if someone could ease some of that tension as I worked."

He reached down with his free hand and unfastened the button and zipper to his pants.

"Is that something you can do?"

The corners of the taller demon's mouth curled upward as he leaned down closer, hands sliding up Blitzø's thighs.

"Oh, I think you will find I am quite qualified."

Stolas slipped his fingers under the waistband of the imp's boxers, tugging them and his pants down as Blitzø lifted his hips to allow him to do so. He watched as his erection popped free, the prince's tail giving an excited little thump against the floor.

The demon wasted absolutely no time taking it into his mouth, tongue twisting around the length of it.

Blitzø swallowed down a noise at the sudden wet heat, eyelids drooping as he watched him work. He met Stolas's gaze as the owl peered up at him, mouth full.

Pretty.

With that thought and a grin, he gripped the back of his head with the hand he had threaded in his feathers and roughly yanked him down till the tip of his beak touched his abdomen.

Stolas choked as Blitzø forced himself down his throat, swallowing around him once he adjusted to the intrusion. He gripped onto the imp's inner thighs, eyes starting to water the longer he held him there. The grasp on his head was firm, keeping him from budging.

Just as his lungs started to burn, Blitzø pulled him back and released his grip. The prince coughed, gasping in lungfulls of air.

Blitzø waited as the other caught his breath before pulling his head forward with one hand and wiping away the drool that had dripped out his mouth with the other. He guided him towards his cock, gently tapping it against his cheek.

Stolas obediently opened his mouth, allowing Blitzø to slip back inside it. He let his eyes fall shut, focusing his attention to the head of him, lapping up any liquid that escaped the tip.

The imp let his head fall back against the back of his chair, letting out a quiet sigh of pleasure as Stolas kept at it, his hand back in the feathers at his crown. As he felt the other move his way up and down, tongue skillfully winding its way around him, a telltale tension in his abdomen keyed him into needing to make him stop.

"Ah- Alright. Good job performance." Blitzø managed.

Stolas took the hint and pulled back, a proud and slightly smug look on his face. He stood up, straightening his posture to try and give off a professional demeanor.

Blitzø gave himself a squeeze at his base, staving off his building orgasm, and stood up from his chair, kicking his pants fully off and his boots along with them.

"Sit." He ordered, motioning toward the desk before shedding his coat and hanging it over the back of his chair.

The prince turned to do so but was met with the papers Blitzø had been working on spread across the top of it. He leaned down, gathering them up into a neat pile.

"Fuck that." Blitzø said, sweeping the rest of the paperwork onto the floor.

Stolas just stood there stunned, papers still in hand.

"Don't you-... don't you need those? Did you not say that they were important?" He asked, slightly puzzled.

"Problem for future me." The imp responded before repeating, "Sit."

The taller demon gently placed the stack he was holding, along with Blitzø's coffee, on the chair and sat back on top his desk.

"You know. I think you're far too over-dressed for the workplace. You need to fix that."

Stolas did as he was asked and started stripping off layers of his clothes, starting with his cape. He folded each article as he went and stacked them on the floor next to the haphazard pile Blitzø had thrown his in.

"Is this better, Sir?" Stolas asked coyly once he was fully undressed, moving into a position that would show off more of himself.

Blitzø pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it with the rest. He looked over at the demon in front of him, eyes roaming over every inch of his exposed body.

"Much." He commended, hopping up onto the desk and straddling the other's lap. He pulled him down slightly to meet him in a kiss and allowed Stolas to run his hands all across his body. He relished in the touch, his tail curling around one of the owl's wrist and using it to guide Stolas's arm to around his waist.

Stolas followed suit and wrapped the other around him as well, pulling him flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

They continued a bit longer before Blitzø broke away, moving his mouth to the other's neck. He bit down, sinking his sharp teeth into the place where his neck met his shoulder.

The prince let out a startled cry that was immediately interrupted by Blitzø shoving his fingers into his mouth.

"Quiet." The imp warned, as he pulled back from his neck. "Can't disturb the others in the office."

Stolas gave him a look. Blitzø was the one who bit him without warning. It wasn't his fault. Nevertheless, he took Blitzø's cue to suck on his fingers, coating them in as much saliva as he could.

Blitzø offered him a little satisfied smile as he pulled them out, reaching down and pressing his fingers against Stolas's entrance. He stroked against him gently before dipping inside, mixing Stolas's spit with the pre he was leaking. He purposely kept his movements slow and shallow, knowing it would only frustrate him.

Stolas let out a quiet whine as the other deliberately teased him, not missing the smug look on Blitzø's face.

It wasn't until the imp got enough of his restless squirming that he delved deeper, rubbing against his inner walls.

Stolas braced himself with his arms behind him and closed his eyes. But soon after, Blitzø pulled his fingers back out and hopped down off the table, eliciting a sound of protest from the other.

He gripped Stolas from under his knees and tugged him forward till he was sitting at the very edge of his desk. Not wasting a moment, he kneeled down, fixing his mouth over his opening. His long tongue snaked its way inside of him, and he relished the sharp breath the prince sucked in.

Stolas watched him as he worked between his legs, feeling his face flush at the sight of it. It felt absolutely amazing, but only drove to make him desperate for something more. Something bigger.

"Blitzø." He breathed.

The smaller demon pulled back, looking Stolas in his face.

"I'm sorry, what was that? Is that any way to address your boss?" He asked, a half-amused look on his face.

"My apologies. Sir." Stolas corrected.

"Better remember to show me respect or you're not getting a single cent more from me."

Blitzø stood up and walked around to the front side of his desk.

"Come here."

Stolas did as he was told, following in suit.

"Y'know," Blitzø started, tapping a finger against his cheek and putting on a thoughtful look. "I think my office could use a little something more. Maybe something pretty and all splayed out for me to look at." He flashed the other a wicked grin.

"Think you could help me with that?"

"Yes, Sir." The owl nodded.

"Over the desk." He ordered.

Stolas obeyed, getting on his knees so he could properly bend himself over Blitzø's desk.

Blitzø gave a gentle kick to each of his legs, signaling him to spread them further apart before stepping back away from him.

Stolas followed his instructions, his legs splaying out as far as he could make them. He lifted his tail to give Blitzø a better veiw, and fanned out the feathers to make them look fuller. He turned his head to face the imp, watching for his reaction.

Blitzø just stared at the lewd display in front of him, hand flying down to his dick which was now painfully hard. Stolas's face was flushed a deep pink and the feathers near the base of his tail were soaked.

"How's this, Sir?" Stolas asked in a breathy and seductive tone.

An absolutely depraved smile appeared on the imp's face in response.

"Fucking perfect."

Blitzø walked up to him and leaned over slightly so his face was closer to Stolas's, playfully giving a sharp flick of his tail to the other's backside as he did so. He tipped his chin up slightly with a finger, locking eyes with the prince.

"Working here isn't always gonna be easy, y'know. There'll be days that are gonna be real rough. You may feel like you've taken a good pounding with how hard I've worked you. You may need to fight the urge to scream from it all. And maybe some days you'll just feel fucked over and raw."

He smirked and pulled back.

"Let's see just how resilient you are."

He gave Stolas's ass a hard smack as he moved to stand behind him. He wrapped his tail snugly around the owl's, moving it out of his way as he grabbed Stolas's hip with one hand and gave himself a few strokes with the other. He rubbed the slick dripping from his tip along his length before positioning himself at Stolas's entrance, teasingly brushing the head over it before suddenly and roughly penetrating him.

Stolas bit down on his fist to dampen the noise that was forced from him as he was slammed against the edge of the desk. He felt Blitzø grip both of his hips tightly, claws digging into his skin. Pleasure shot through him as he was stretched full, the other pressing in deep and hard with each of his thrusts.

Blitzø had his eyes trained on where the two of them met, watching himself slide in and out of the prince. He kept up a quick pace, driving forcefully into him each time. The imp could hear the small sounds that Stolas was trying to keep in. He usually was quite vocal, so Blitzø knew keeping quiet was difficult for him.

And he didn't plan on making it any easier.

Reaching up with one hand, he grabbed a fist-full of feathers at the back of his head and yanked. Hard.

Stolas let out a small squawk as his head was forcibly and abruptly pulled backwards. The hold on his feathers was tight, and he knew Blitzø was not going to ease up. Stolas panted slightly as the other kept up a fast and rough pace, Blitzø's grip on the prince causing him to arch his back from how far back he was holding his head.

"Arms behind your back."

The taller demon complied, now no longer able to support himself, only being held up by Blitzø's hold on him and his own abdominal muscles.

Blitzø quickened his speed, keeping a firm grasp on Stolas. Each snap of his hips drove as deep into the royal demon as possible. He could feel Stolas straining against the grip the imp had on him, trying to keep himself up.

It was only when Blitzø noticed Stolas's body start to sink down, tiring from trying to hold himself up, that he released his hold on the owl's head, not wanting to yank out more feathers than he knew he already had. He moved his other hand from Stolas's hip to wrap an arm under and around the prince, keeping him from slamming down on the desk when he let go.

Stolas huffed as he fell forward, caught by Blitzø, and moved his arms from behind his back to brace his forearms on the desk. He let his head drop and hang down, eyes squeezing shut from barrage against him and talons scraping against the wood.

Sweat was beading at Blitzø's brow, his breaths coming out in short hot bursts. His hands moved to settle on Stolas's waist, and he used that grip to pull the other against himself to meet each drive into him. His movements grew more erratic as he felt himself grow closer.

A groan caught in Blitzø's throat as his hips stuttered. With one last powerful thrust, he spilled out inside of Stolas, holding the demon flush against him as his orgasm coursed through him.

Stolas gasped as the hot liquid filled him to the brim. The feeling of it practically overflowing from him was almost enough to send his already teetering self over the edge.

Blitzø pressed his forehead against his back, giving a few more deep rolls of his hips into the other. As he did so, he dragged his sharp claws down the taller demon's sides as hard as he could without breaking skin and tugged roughly on Stolas's tail with his own.

The keen pain and pleasure that that caused was just enough to tip Stolas over into a climax of his own. He once again bit down to try to keep as quiet as it overtook him, clenching around the other, his own release gushing forth and mixing with Blitzø's.

Blitzø bit down on his lower lip as Stolas tightened and spasmed, the force of it along with the added fluid caused their mess to trickle out and drip onto the floor.

Fuck. Blitzø was going to have to clean that up.

He turned his head to the side, his face rested against the demon's soft feathers as he waited for his breathing to even out.

Once it did, Blitzø pulled out slowly, only causing more semen to leak onto the ground beneath them.

Dammit, Stolas. This was part of why he had the rule.

Stolas turned his head around to look at him, a tired but happy smile on his face.

"So, Boss. How did I do?"

Blitzø laughed a soft, breathy laugh and reached over to gently run his fingers down the side of his face.

"I think I can find it in the budget to give you that raise."

Stolas gave a small laugh in return.

"Thank you, Sir." He smiled and slowly pulled himself up from his knees, moving to sit on top the imp's desk.

Blitzø climbed up onto the desk and into the prince's lap. He buried his face into the fluffy feathers of his chest, feeling spent but satisfied.

"You're helping me fix the mess you caused." He muttered, muffled.

"Of course, my Blitzy." Stolas assured with a smile, resting his head gently on top of Blitzø's.

"You're also getting me more coffee because I'm gonna need more than what you brought if I'm getting through the rest of the fuckin' work day."

The prince just chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to one of the imp's horns.

"Whatever you'd like." He stroked a hand gently down the smaller demon's back.

Blitzø wrapped his arms loosely around the owl's middle in response, completely relaxed against Stolas and happy to stay put for at least for a little while longer.

Maybe breaking his rule wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe they could do it again sometime.

Maybe.

He did still have a job to do.

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