#helluva boss x gn reader

[enbyenvy666]

i just can't

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

based on something i discovered about myself recently 🤭

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, gn!reader x various, vibrator, reader takes medication (brief implication of poor mental health), reader has trouble coming, no beta we die like men w/c - 0.4k

“I told you, I can’t cum.”

It felt like it was the umpteenth you had to repeat yourself. You loved your partner, you truly did, and you knew he was coming from a good place when he asked you if you finished. He just wanted you to feel as good as you made him, but you couldn’t through no fault of your own. It was a medication you had taken for years, one of the side effects being the inability to orgasm. Sure, it was frustrating at times but it was a necessary evil in exchange for better mental health.

“Are you sure?” He would ask again, already reaching down to touch between your thighs. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” you would always respond, silencing his next argument with a kiss. “You still made me feel amazing baby.”

It was always sweet of him to try, you had rubbed yourself raw many times before, but it was all in vain. That was until he came home and proudly presented a vibrator. It was shaped like a long bullet and hot pink in colour, by twisting the bottom of it the vibrations became stronger, and despite its simplistic design, the way it strongly buzzed in your hand had you impressed. 

Eager to use it, he quickly had you on the bed, naked and moaning. The stretch of his cock had a familiar feeling burning inside you, but you never wanted him to stop. He almost got lost in the moment, fucking into your tight hole and savouring your sweet whimpers made him forget his goal. On the lowest setting, he ran the vibrator over your nipples, giving you a taste of what was to come—down your belly and between your thighs, touching it to every sensitive spot on your sex.

Every jolt of pleasure the toy sent through you had your back arching, tightening around his fat cock still thrusting inside your slick hole. Feeling you squeeze him particularly tight, he held the vibrator on that bundle of nerves that had you breathless, nails clawing down his back. Before you even realised what had happened, you were crying his name as your body tensed and legs shook, feeling as if something in your core snapped and released, your body now sticky with your cum.

His hips stilled, still balls deep inside your guts, and drew the vibrator away, staring down at you with wide eyes. Your eyes were equally as wide, panting to catch your breath. His lips stretched into a smirk, keeping his eyes locked with yours and he turned the vibrator up, bringing it back between your legs. 

It was time to make up for all those years. 

𓍊𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊 Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Hawks, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki, Lucifer (OM), Satan (OM), Mammon (OM), Solomon (OM), Diavolo (OM), Lucifer Morningstar (HH), Asmodeus (HB)

[djljpanda]

may we have some headcanons for Alastor where his relationship with the reader is similar to that of Fizz and Ozzie’s? (bonus if reader is also a cannibal)

please, and thank you

Alastor X Gn Cannibal Reader

Now how you two even got together was a huge story in itself

When you were alive you loved the radio so when you came to hell you had to meet the radio demon

Thanks to Rosie with getting you two together you and Alastor surprisingly hit it off as you two talked while eating on some demon fingers together

And that was just the first as you both went on about the radio, similarities in how you both like human or now demon flesh, with you making those dark humor jokes he did ask you to say some of those jokes on his radio show and it went on from there

Now you and Alastor don’t show pda but just fizzozzie you two are cuddling behind close doors as you are on of the only demons that Alastor lets touch him

Now maybe in public you might say some flirtatious things but when no one is around you are pulling out all your pick up lines while Alastor is just there smiling at you

Headcanon Alastor can’t flirt and if he does try it just comes off as creepy but either way you like it

Do kill demons together and love being fear to people

Many people would be surprised if they found out you two were dating

You do respect Alastor on how he is Asexual

You two do dance together and you guys do have a song that he plays for you

You do bring some demon flesh as Alastor is busy with his radio show

Would fight for this man and Alastor would defend you two

In a way yours relationship can be like fizzozzie but you two do have your own thing going on

[libraryraccoon]

If you need to be mean, be mean to me

I can't stop thinking of the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss characters screaming at the reader every time they are angry, and the reader is just standing here like "🧍‍♂️ be mean to me and see if I care".

I can see that especially with Husk, Angel Dust, Alastor, Vox, Valentino and Blitzø.

The reader care about what they say, but they keep all inside them because it's better that they scream against them and not the others.

[finnzhal]

Anon asked.

Howdy! I was wondering if I could request Blitzø with a gn s/o who's kinda chubby and insecure about their appearance? Like how Blitzø would react/if he would care at all?

No worries if you're not interested in this one. Much love to you 💛

FINN's Voicemail.

Hii! This is adorable ! This might be a short one because i don't have many ideas.. but I hope you do love it ! Thank you !

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Reader : GN!READER

Character : BLITZO - HELLUVA BOSS

Mentions : I tried my hardest for making this relatable and canon as much as i can. BLITZO is harsh on this one (as expected, he's always harsh on other characters in the episodes.)

Links : Masterlinks for requesting !

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How'd you guys met? Well, of course in the imp city. When you assigned as an assassin on your first days or weeks if you didn't manage to catch with them by anything in that matter, he would comment or joke about one or thing about your weight.

Although, He would help you once or twice during the missions but he wouldn't do it without complaining about it.

BLITZO wouldn't think much about how you feel about his comments not until you guys started dating. (I can't think of anything about how did he manage to- he's a stubborn little bitch-)

But he's still clueless about your feelings about getting made fun of, he hates it when people mention about your appearance or weight though.

Once you opened up to him about it, he feels like an asshole (cause he is) and apologized.. in his own ways.

Your relationship with Blitzo changed him a bit about communicating only a little. You made him open up about his white spots too and the history why he got it.

In your private time, you guys mostly cuddled up and enjoying one's company. He likes the way how warm it is with you, Talking about something and he'll slip out a compliment about your appearance.

From now on, he would literally kill if someone made fun of your weight and appearance. He'll be soft with you just like he is with Loona, Moxxie,and Millie. Once you guys are alone he'll smother in kisses if you're still feeling down.

If you're insecure about eating,laughing,smiling in public. He'll make a joke or two just to make you laugh, removing the hands on your face as you laugh. He loves the smile you give him. For eating, if you take the food home he would accept it. If you cover your face while eating, he wouldn't remove your hand but instead just wipe your face if there's a mess.

If you have difficulty breathing from time to time, he'll help you in any way he can. He'll give you a minute or two just to take a break especially during a mission.

Whenever you have back pains, he'll actually try and massage you (which it didn't turn out great and so he buys you those pain patches instead) making you lay on his chest as you sleep. Especially when you have trouble sleeping or insomnia, he'll try to stay up late just to keep you company and if it was getting unhealthy.. he'll caress your temple or hum a song(don't expect to be great.)

Whenever you have those thigh problems he wouldn't hesitate to touch them for you, sometimes he would do it even if you didn't ask him to. Excusing it as helping you-

You would see him staring at you countless of times, once he was staring at you for too long to realize you were staring at him too. Later then you see him shake his head, blushing and shit

Overall, he wouldn't comment on your weight as much. Mostly positive and heartfelt one, he wants to make you that you know that he loves you.. wanting to make you love yourself too.

He would still be a stubborn bitch though, complaining but in private he'll be clingy and all over you.

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@Finnzhal. Do not steal other people's works.

[blueblossomrose]

Solo Character:

Alastor x Fem!Reader [Terrible Nightmares]

[sonorousabyss]

Matchup Rules

✧ 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲:

Male Reader/Requester Matchups

Gender Neutral Reader/Requester Matchups

Platonic Matchups

Romantic Matchups

✧ 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲:

Female Reader/Requester Matchups

Requester's OC x Character Matchups

✧ 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿:

Bnha (MHA)

Demon Slayer (KNY)

Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)

Miraculous Ladybug

Star Wars

Hunter x Hunter (HxH)

Twisted Wonderland (TWST)

Genshin Impact

Sk8

Rise of The Guardians (ROTG)

BG3

etc

✧ Information Needed for Matchup :

The following is what usually helps me with getting ideas for my matchups. After some trial and error, I've condensed them into the following:

⋆ This is based on what people have given me in the past, more or less. ⋆ Required Information will have a blue star (⋆) next to it. The rest is optional but preferred. ⋆ Conditions may be subject to change.

⋆ Fandom - So I know the fandom you're requesting for. If the fandom has multiple timelines/eras/shows, specify the part of the timeline/show it comes from (Ex: "Star Wars" would become "Star Wars, The Clone Wars" or "Star Wars: Bad Batch")

⋆ Gender Preference - This can be a preference or lack thereof, generally for Romantic matchups.

⋆ Platonic VS Romantic - Must be one or the other for the sake of tone easier. Anything that isn't romantic will fall under platonic for the sake of ease.

⋆ Gender Identity/Pronouns - helps me categorize the fics via tags and know whether to make any potential pet names/things more masc/fem/gender neutral in descriptions.

⋆ Star Sign/Personality Type/Enneagram - I'm not picky but having at least one of the three helps with matchups based more on personalities.

Physical Profile - Self-explanatory, but most people tend to give me a little blurb about what they look like/their build. Sometimes helps with cute stuff with matchups. Not required, but if I can find a way to clue it in, I will.

⋆ Love Language(s) - Helps me know what to focus on, and figure out matches based on whos. Listing Least and Most Favorites can help as well.

⋆ Perceived by Others - Also self-explanatory. I tend to separate how people come off to others from how they see themselves to help with setting them up with the character, and what they may have first thought of them.

⋆ Self-Image/Description - How you describe yourself as a person. Not to be confused with a physical profile, though in some situations there may be overlap.

Hobbies - Ironically one of the most repetitive in my inserts, and something I've come to not really need as much as other details. Can make for cute little blurbs, but I don't consider it necessary to match you up with another person.

Likes/Dislikes - Self-explanatory. Can be vague, or detailed. Minor things you (do/don't) appreciate, pet peeves, the like.

Clothing Preference - Like hobbies and other things, not wholly necessary. Sometimes I can see characters getting a kick out of style, sometimes not. It comes down to circumstance, really, and this is here simply because it doesn't quite fit in the physical profile, but people still like to share their style with me occasionally so I dignify it with its own category.

Type - This can be in personality or an inclination towards gender, age range, or certain appearance, I don't much mind. Added at a friend's recommendation.

Other - Any information you wish to provide that doesn't fit in the prior categories. This can even be scenario information, since I'll often hypothesize how I think people meet, you could even specify the context of the matchup. (Examples: A Jedi in "Star Wars the Clone Wars", a Miraculous Holder in "Miraculous Ladybug", or a Diasomnia Student in "Twisted Wonderland".

✧ 𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀:

Temporarily Closed (Presently Working on Backlog)

⋆ Note: This is a blog, not a job. I do this in my free time, and I can promise that I’ll try to get to any and all requests (that don’t break the rules) as soon as possible, but I do things on the side so I can’t guarantee they’ll be finished immediately. I thank you all for your patience and hope your day is as pleasant as the ocean’s abyss is deep.  ❥ ⋆ Edit: Anonymous asks are acceptable.

Looking for something other than matchups? Find my Request Rules here!

[hellvcifer]

they get jealous when you're talking to/about someone else part 2

ଘ smau┊part 1 ft :: stolas, husk, poly!fizz/ozzie, angel dust // gn!reader warnings :: jealousy, suggestive, pet names used instead of y/n, slight spoiler from 2x09(fizz/ozzie), MDNI !!

stolas

husk

fizz & ozzie

angel dust

[bearw-me]

Can we have verosika with a kind and cute s/o who's soul is own by Alastor ?

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 �� 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 includes : verosika mayday x gender neutral!reader, alastor 𐐒 cw : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort 𐐒 summary : verosika finds out the truth one day, and 'comes to terms' in her own way 𐐒 note : anyone else get that 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' quote while reading this? just me?

verosika is absolutely enraptured by you

she adores teasing you and flustering you beyond belief

likes to call you "sweetheart"

running her hands down your chest and purring right next to your ear, nipping at your skin

you really are too cute to be in hell

but she adores your innocence

to the point where she often finds herself feeling the pang of love aggression

she likes to use her succubus powers and voice to coax you out of your imaginary shell she envisions you wearing

(despite all her playing around with you) she really treasures you

its like the devastating burden that love has on people

she wants to shield you from everything hell has to offer

and that thought goes out the window the moment she hears those words leave your mouth

"Alastor own's my soul"

Hell burns around her. truly.

She has no idea who 'Alastor' is, and doesn't didn't care for petty soul exchanges or overlords until you confessed it to her

she snaps her fingers and gets her group of succubus and hellhounds to find out EVERYTHING about him

its definitely a side of her she'd never let you see, let alone worry about

if you cried to her, she'd hold you, for once feeling powerless to fix it

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm going to fix it."

She knows any bastard down here, especially overlords, wouldn't give up a soul for nothing

she'd definitely offer him cash, power, or a favor. but not her soul.

she's more cunning than people give her credit for, so coming to find common ground with alastor is going to be hard

if there's a way out of your contract with him, she promises she'll find it for you one day

your definitely her heart, and in turn she'll be you're revenge

it breaks her heart to have you in her arms on the bed, cuddling into the sweet scent of your hair and kissing you, only for you disappear the next moment. summoned by Alastor.

You're hers, and that feeling, the feeling of the empty bedsheets next to her. . . isn't right.

[scoutswritingcorner]

*Black van pulls up next to limo and honks.*

Vox: *Huffs at the disrespect* Jerks.

Chauffeur!Reader: Chill, I know that guy.

*Reader honks backs, black van honks again."

Velvette: *Slightly jealous* Friends of yours?

Chauffeur!Reader: You can say that...

*Chauffeur!Reader climbs half out their window, grinning.*

Chauffeur!Reader: Don't forget to call me later!

Blitzø: *half hanging out the van window, grinning* Like Hell I'll forget, BITCH!

Moxxie: *Pulling Blitzø back inside* Sir! The light!

*Black van speed off*

Chauffeur!Reader: Ah~ I miss him already.

Vox: ...

Velvette: ...

Valentino: ... Uh, what the fuck just happened?

Chauffeur!Reader: Sorry..that was an old friend.

Valentino: And how do you know him, Amor?~

Chauffeur!Reader: We used to race around Pentagram City a lot.

[voxslays]

Hello!! I don't know if you do requests so feel free to ignore this 💔

Could you do Verosika with a bitchy human reader who is like totally unaware of her being a demon popstar

SHE-DEVIL

At first, Verosika is completely shocked. How do you not who she is? Who you just disrespected!? But then remembers that humans don’t exactly have the same popstars as demon-kind.

It’s also a bit refreshing in a way to meet someone who doesn’t immediately want her body or fame—two things that come with being a succubi celebrity.

If the two of you run into each other again, she will have a few nasty comebacks this time—however, it turns into more of a playful banter, and the two of you quickly become frenemies.

Over time, the two of you find yourselves hanging out more often, and Verosika slowly falls for you.

Even though she knows how succubi and human relationships usually turn out…she doesn’t care. You are too important.

And when you eventually do die and end up in hell (which you will for interacting with a succubi and embracing the act of ‘lust’ in heaven’s eyes.) she will be right there waiting to catch you. ;)

[king-dumbasz]

Hi🫶🏻🫶🏻 could u do a mammon oneshot that takes place after fizz quits.(pretending the twins don’t exist) Like the reader is like the new face of his brand. Ppl start shipping the reader and him online, so he goes along with it for clout and money. But they both eventually end up catching feelings. ( ik it’s rlly specific but I keep thinking about it) also I like ur writing 💜

The internet is a magical place💚

I immediately liked the request and had an idea in mind. It's not something too difficult so my mind was happy Lmao

TW:why do I even put it in if there's never anything to worry about except for swear words, but c'mon, it's Helluva Boss

Mammon x GN! Reader

The news were full of what happened at the last clown pageant. Everything was about Fizzarolli and his relationship with Asmodeus and how Mammon was ridiculed...

Mammon was FURIOUS

He needed a new face, a new someone to put everywhere and make money. He did everything until he finally found it... He found you.

You were perfect! You were funny, good looking and great for the audience! The perfect clown to replace Fizzarolli!

Mammon immediately made plushies, cereal, service bots (you choose what kind of service), hell, even a body pillow of ya!

Phone cases... Halloween costumes for kids... Lamps... Everything!

You became a star!

But like every star, you were a victim of the internet effect of the rule too

For some unknown reason, people shipped you and Mammon

No one knew why, but when you opened your phone, on Envybrl (Tumblr), on Sintter (Twitter or X), there were fanart of you and Mammon

All kind of Fanart! (I know I don't do NSFW, but when I say any kind, I mean any kind)

Mammon saw it too, a lot of it too

"What is that? Wh- why are we hugging in this one?"

He says, pointing at his phone, looking at a fanart of him and you cuddling

"i don't know, sir... The internet scares me"

"Ye..."

Mammon didn't understand why. When Fizzarolli was there no one made these things, but with you it was different

The more Mammon watched, the more he realized how beautiful you looked, and how he liked these fanarts

Mammon started to like every post and imagine these things were true...

Every day, you find a new gift at your door from an unknown person, even if it wasn't that unknown because the wrapping was green black and yellow

One day though, Mammon decides to Rizz you up, because obviously he won't do it normally

"Sir, you wanted me here?"

You said after being called in his office, only to find Mammon in his special valentine outfit (It's just the old one but pink and with hearts)

"Hey, Are you a Wi-Fi signal? Because I’m feeling a strong connection"

That was horrible, adorable, but horrible

"Sir... What?"

"oh, shit uh... Well, I'm out of lines"

"What is happening?"

"Well, I never thought that would've happened, since you're a lower class and shit- but, I found myself liking these fan arts mentally unstable people post of us.."

"Oh!"

You were stunned. Mammon. THE Mammon... Likes you?"

"Well... If I'm gonna be honest... I also found myself liking some of those posts..."

Mammon didn't realise at first and looks at you confused (Idiot)

"I like you too"

Just after you tell him he realises. Mammon smiles widely and hugs you with his four arms, so tightly you couldn't breath

"oh, you're a bloody legend, Y/N!"

"Eh... The internet is really a magical place..."

[hazbinshusk]

day eight of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: shibari/sex toys/overstimulation (stolitz x afab!reader)

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“Well, don’t you two look fuckin’ delightful all trussed up and droolin’ for it,” Blitzø says in snide admiration of his own handywork.

“Are we drooling?” you retort, attempting sarcasm despite the flush burning under your skin. “I don’t think we’re drooling.”

“You’re gonna be,” he smirks, running his claws through the feathers on Stolas’ chest. The owl prince squirms against his restraints, a flustered hoot escaping him.

“Hey, you’re ruining the air of cool detachment I was going for, your highness.” you point out snidely.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he pouts, even as he leans further into Blitzø’s teasing touch.

“Don’t get mad at him, tits,” Blitzø teases, cupping Stolas’ cheek. He runs a thumb over the soft feathers there, smiling down at him in what he’d absolutely deny was affection. “He can’t help how excited he gets for me, can ya, Stols?”

Stolas shakes his head eagerly, and Blitzø rewards him by bending down and bringing the prince into a torrid, upside-down kiss. You watch their tongues tangle together, listen to the way of the two of them moan into the embrace, and try to ignore the heat that blooms between your thighs.

Stolas is laid out along the mattress, his head dangling off the edge of the bed. Bright red ropes are set along his body, knotted and criss-crossed across his torso in a way that highlights the swell of his chest feathers and trapping his arms against his side. They continue down over his thighs, a wand vibrator strapped to his inner thigh and set firmly against his cloaca.

You’re straddling his lap, wrapped up similarly in identical ropes. They’re tight against your chest, encircling your breasts, a knot resting against your sternum. Wrists bound against the small of your back, you’re forced to sit straight upright, as though presenting yourself for Blitzø’s perusal. Your thighs rest on either side of Stolas’, secured to his ropes so you’re unable to move away from him. The bulb of the wand is cradled against your cunt, so closely you can feel it flush against your clit.

Blitzø grins at you as he pulls away and straightens up, his hand still on Stolas’ cheek. “Which is why…” he continues. “Birdie here gets to spend some quality time swallowin’ my dick, and you get to be the one callin’ the shots.”

You raise a brow, shifting against your restraints. “Doesn’t feel that way.”

Blitzø’s grin widens into something downright wicked. “All you gotta do to tap out is say ‘sorry’ for bein’ so rude to me an’ prince-y here.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“If ya lucky,” Blitzø shrugs. “Might have’ta fight Stols here for the honour.”

“They would lose,” Stolas teases, and Blitzø snickers, patting his cheek.

“Oh, and I just wanna say…” Blitzø says slyly as he holds up a remote. He lets his gaze fall taunting over your figure, eyes lingering where the rope digs into the flesh of your hips, at the way the red frames your breasts. “You look good in my colour, tits.”

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The sight of Blitzø thrusting his cock into Stolas’ eager mouth – the thin line of the owl’s throat bulging with each push forward of the imp’s hips – is enough to make you whimper. The relentless vibrations against your clit are what make you moan.

Stolas groans around Blitzø’s cock, the sound muffled and gagging as the imp’s pelvic bone meets his beak. Blitzø echoes the sound, a hand fisted in the prince’s crown feathers. His thrusts are steady and deep, pulling out almost all the way before pressing himself in all the way to the hilt. Stolas’ hips buck up as best they can against the vibrator, needy and desperate, and each upward roll of his hips presses the bulb more firmly up against your clit.

“Satan, fuck, Stolas!” you moan, eyes rolling back as another orgasm crests inside you. He echoes you, mouth still full, and you can feel tears prick in your eyes.

Your thighs are slick with your cum, the muscles in them quivering as your body is forced to remain upright. Stolas’ feathers beneath you are soaked, sticking to your skin as you try to shift your hips away from the vibrator. He keens, breaking away from Blitzø to moan aloud, his own orgasm making him choke and whine.

“Fuck, this is so fuckin’ hot,” Blitzø groans, stroking himself firmly. “Look at fuckin’ ruined you are…”

“Blitz…” you grind out from between gritted teeth, your hair sticking to the sweat on your forehead. “Blitz, I—unh!”

You shudder as you cum again, and the imp grins at you, holding up the remote and wiggling it tauntingly. “Uh-uh, tits. I told you – you ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you apologize.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, eyes rolling back and your jaw going slack with another moan as he turns it up again. Stolas jerks beneath you, moaning, the sound drawn out raggedly. You can feel drool on your chin, your body tense and aching, your chest heaving painfully against the rope.

Blitzø laughs at the show. “Stubborn bitch.”

You glare unconvincingly at him, and he squeezes his cock, wetting his lips with his forked tongue.

“Tell you what,” he proposes, patting Stolas’ cheek. The owl is struggling to catch his breath, and you feel his thighs tense up beneath yours. Still, he seems to melt into the touch, a cum-drunk smile on his beak. “We’ll have ourselves a challenge – think Birdie here can finish me off before you finally tap out?”

You swallow, struggling to find your voice. “St-Stolas?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” he replies breathlessly, and Blitzø’s responding laugh breaks off in a groan as Stolas arches his neck back and wraps his agile tongue around the imp’s cock.

Stolas sucks him in earnest, and you feel a sob wrack through you as you cum again. You clench and unclench your jaw, fingernails digging into your palms in an attempt to distract you from the wand between your legs.

Blitzø, despite the bet, thrusts himself into Stolas’ mouth, a string of curse words escaping him as he lets his head roll back. You watch his adam’s apple bob in his throat, watch the rise and fall of his chest grow erratic. “Shit, Stols… I fuckin’ knew you were holdin’ back…”

Stolas lets out a choking, hooting laugh, gags on Blitzø’s cock.

You can feel yourself stuttering over the apology Blitzø is waiting for, your stubborn brain warring with your oversensitive body. The vibrations are almost painful now; you’ve bitten your lip so hard you can taste iron, the blood staining the saliva still dripping down your chin.

Blitzø’s eyes meet yours, widening when he notices the blood on your lips. Then he moans, deep in the back of his throat, and thrusts hard into Stolas’ mouth.

He shudders as he cums, bending over to brace himself against the bed, his hands on either side of Stolas’ shoulders. Blitzø fumbles for a moment at the sheets before you finally feel the vibration cease, and Stolas and you let out twin sounds of relief somewhere between a sigh and a sob.

“Oh, Blitzy that was…” Stolas inhales shakily, his throat raw. “Oh, that was glorious.”

“You’re both pricks,” you tell them, voice hoarse, and Stola’s bends his neck at an almost unnatural angle to look at you. “You were holding back?”

He smiles, mischievously. “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t enjoy yourself, darling?”

You purse your lips to avoid a bashful smile. “Oh, you are going to get it later, Stolas.”

The owl grin lasciviously. “I certainly hope so.”

Blitzø snorts, climbing up onto the mattress. He walks across it to stand by your side. “Don’t even try to threaten him, tits. Pervert is always up for anything you can throw at him.”

The imp tugs the release rope he’d worked into your knotting. The bind holding you in place immediately loosen and you collapse forward onto Stolas’ chest with a drawn-out groan.

“You’re both assholes,” you say without venom into the feathers, and feel Blitzø move to sit beside the two of you on the bed. He catches your chin, lifts and turns your head to face him.

“Tell me you didn’t love it.”

You try for a scowl, but Blitzø grins, bending down to kiss you. It’s surprisingly sweet, but your body jerks as you feel the spade of his tail glide up over the back of your thigh. You bite his lip hard and he laughs, kissing you again before pulling away.

“That’s what I thought.”

[djljpanda]

Could you write a Ozzie x Fizz x Idol! Succubus! Gn-reader? Like how they would be with readers occupation? If not that’s totally fine!

Asmodeus X Fizzarolli X Idol Gn!Reader

Before you even got with Ozzie and Fizz your name was well known throughout the seven rings of hell.

I feel that the two wouldn't mind your career but would be upset when you would have your tours that would take centuries for you to come back.

And why would they have a secret fan account for you were they would post about you and defend you from any haters.

They do love that you are chasing after your dream but do get worried for you when it comes to fans.

They would always be there to protect you when fans would get too close and that poor demon would be gone if they would try to hurt you or follow you in any way.

They love the costumes you wear and even beg you to wear it for them in the bedroom.

They do have merch of you somewhere in their room.

Asmodeus does send bodyguards for you cause nothing should happen to his partner. And Fizzarolli is usually texting you to make sure you are alright.

When you are creating new songs you do go over them with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli to see how they would think.

Overall they worry about you but they know that this is your dream all they ask for is for you to be careful and to come back home as quickly as you can.

[bones4thecats]

Their S/O Is One of Blitzø's Many Exes

Characters: Verosika Mayday, Striker, and Fizzarolli Inspired By: Apology Tour and the Anti-Blitzø Party A/N: This was so much fun to write for these three. Just imagining them with one of Blitzø's exes is hilarious in my opinion. Anyways, hope you Helluva Boss enjoyers love this! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Season 1, Episode 3 - Season 1, Episode 5 - Season 1, Episode 7 - Season 2, Episode 9 / Swearing, mentions of cheating, being abandoned, toxic relationships, and assassin stuff ⚠️

Disclaimer: Fizz! S/O Song; 10 Things I Hate About You - Leah Kate

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╚═════ Verosika Mayday ═════════════════════════╝

🎤 Verosika hated your shared ex with a burning passion. She got vulnerable for one of the rare times in her life and he just got up and ditched her in a painful way

🎤 You were left in a similar way. You and Blitzø had dated for nearly a year when, on your anniversary, you had told him you loved him. He froze, didn't even apologize, and left. You were left there alone with the bill and with a broken heart

🎤 Verosika and you eventually met at one of her Anti-Blitzø Parties. You attended because it just sounded like something you could have at least some fun at since he dumped you, and seeing how many others he left in his shadow, you felt horrible for them all

🎤 But your disdain for the imp grew on

🎤 As a fairly cool-headed individual, you were hired by Verosika early on in your friendship to be a traveling Album Cover Designer, Backup Singer, and Sound Technician. Your hands were full, but thankfully you were born and raised in the Greed Ring, so you knew how much work you could and could not handle

🎤 It took a while for you and the pop-star to bond like anything other than friends, but when you did begin your relationship, it was amazing. You two adored one another with a passion. And since you had almost the same experience with your ex, you knew how to talk to one another about it

🎤 When you guys came across Blitzø again, she smirked when he tried calling your name after Verosika walked off. You just looked back at him over your shoulder and rolled your eyes, but when he tried saying he was sorry, you snapped

"What the fuck are you on about?"

"We were fine! I was just having a rough night! I didn't mean to hurt you like that!"

"But you did! That's the fucking thing! You never actually think about your actions!" You screamed, pupils shrinking as you slowly became more and more like a large spider. "Honestly, Blitzo, grab some fucking maturity! If you can afford to pay them," you pointed at the rest of I.M.P., "then you can that!"

"Y/N, dear."

🎤 Calming down when you felt Verosika's hand in your top right one, you just blinked blankly at the group, who were all in shock at your outburst and scoffed, walking away. Leaving the imp and your past behind you for your new one

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╚═════ Striker ════════════════════════════════╝

🗡️ After you and Blitzø's fall out, you had moved away from the Pride Ring and back to your home in the Wrath Ring. Your father was happy to see his child come back, but your mother was curious on what went wrong with you and your boyfriend

🗡️ Your father would've went up to the Pride Ring and killed the imp himself if it wasn't for your two older brothers holding him back from it. They sighed and calmed your dad down before helping you move back into your room

"Hey, Y/N. Isn't that- uh, Blitz guy an assassin?"

"Wannabe assassin." You corrected.

"Yeah! You come from a family of assassins. Why don't you spite him back by beating him to every punch?"

🗡️ So you did. You had taken one of his old journals, which held many of his few client's requests. Thankfully, you had an Asmodean-Crystal from a past client you killed for, so getting to the human world would be a piece of cake

🗡️ It was when you were traveling to another ring for a new hellborn-client that you met Striker. And you were happy you did. Despite knowing it was difficult to be in a relationship as an assassin, at least working as one, you and Striker did start your own shared life after around three years of knowing one another

🗡️ Striker had informed you of his plan to kill Stolas Goetia at the Harvest Moon Festival. Your family had planned on going there for a couple missions themselves, and while they finished up, you stayed with your boyfriend to finish his job

🗡️ Your ex was shocked to see you standing alongside the hybrid-imp. And honestly it kinda hurt him a little bit. He didn't have any feelings towards you anymore. He has the many after you to prove that, but it hurt seeing you working alongside another to kill him

"After everything I did for you? This is how you repay me, you bitch!"

"Why you-"

"Blitzo," You said emphasizing the o at the end of his name, "I believed that you did everything you wanted for me back then. But when I look back on us, I don't see shit coming out of you. Besides, I have met your ex before me. You only fucked me because I appealed to your demographic; desperate and easy to fuck-over."

"What the fuck are you on about?! I never thought that about you!"

"Then why did you leave me on my motherfucking birthday, jack-off!"

🗡️ Striker smirked as his opponent lightly shifted in thought, you merely scoffed and pulled out your own angelic weapon, that being a spear, and readied it for battle

"Let's just get this shit-show over with. Me and my boyfriend have a owlish-prince to end."

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╚═════ Fizzarolli ══════════════════════════════╝

🪷 Fizzarolli has a complicated relationship with your ex. He believes that he left him in the dust, leaving him alone to be in so much mental and physical pain just because he was jealous. And you just felt like a sack of naive shit when he abandoned you

🪷 You met him just a few days after your breakup. He wasn't surprised that you were one of Blitzø's exes. He's had many, and Fizzarolli was pretty sure it was up in the 50s at that point

🪷 He asked you why he broke up with you, as you were quite the looker, being from the Lust Ring and all. You just shrugged and laughed lightly before getting upset and throwing an empty liquor bottle at the nearest demon, causing him to pass out

"Who fucking know? Probably got so damn terrified of the feelings I confessed. Pussy."

"I'll agree with you on the third swear." He laughed out, making you smile.

"I'm Y/N L/N, professional animal tamer for the Mammon Circus. You?"

"Fizzarolli! Entertainer extraordinaire!"

🪷 You both bonded a lot more than you initially thought. Fizzarolli was quite the funny-guy, it made sense why he was an clown, his jokes were just top-shelf!

🪷 Fizz eventually introduced you to Asmodeus when Mammon was being a dick and fired you for someone else's mistake. You were happy when the Lust Ring's ruler accepted you onto his team, specifically to help out with any animals coming into the mix

🪷 After a while of getting closer, you were surprised when Blitzø came out of nowhere and was on a seeming date with Prince Stolas of the Goetia Royal Family

🪷 Your boyfriend saw you next to the stage and pulled you up into his number, allowing you to add your own turn into the scene so you could get your side of the story out

"I caught you cheating. You had the nerve to say you're sleeping. Just not with her, but tell your friends. That I'll be lost without you." You sang, looking at the imp's shocked face. "And I'll admit it, sometimes I miss when we were in it. So I made a list so I never forget all the things I hate about you. Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded, eight, the dumbest guy I dated, seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked, only six seconds, and I had to fake it. Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you, three, you still got daddy issues, two years of your bullshit I can't undo, one, I hate the fact that you made me love you."

🪷 As you sang, Fizzarolli admired you. His eyes tracing your form as you danced around the imp, using your abilities as a way to show everything he did to you. From his embarrassing intellect to the many problems you faced in your relationship

🪷 It was nice to dance around freely, especially when you handed the song over to Verosika, whom you grown close to over time of going to her Anti-Blitzø Parties. When you finished, you went over to Fizz and allowed him to pick you up and dance with you as he and Asmodeus finished of the song

🪷 When Blitzø and Stolas left with their imp friends, you looked back at Fizzarolli, smiling before walking away with him while Asmodeus handled some other things. You two eventually made it to his dressing room and kissed, separating only for air and to look in one another's eyes calmly

"You did amazing, cupcake."

"So didn't you, smiles."

[freakyfrye]

ᝰ. perfect stranger

requested: stolas x gn! swan reader, what if stolas never met blitzø at the ‘not divorce’ party

type: oneshot

content: no mention of pronouns (just “you”), slow burn, wholesome & vulnerable fluff, love at first sight (for Stolas maybe, up to interpretation), flustered & subtlety turned on stolas (not too much tho stolas), down to earth reader

note: for the record, I don’t hate stella (i actually like her character, villains have a soft place in my heart always), y’all idk about this—this is trash 🚮 I hate how I wrote it, imposter syndrome is heavy with this one but I don’t want to rewrite it and make you wait longer! I know I said I’ll wait until I wrote all my wips but I need this out my drafts neow!

Anyone who could be considered important, on some level but no more than she, knew that Stella Goetia just adored throwing parties once in a blood moon. In her fancy mansion, she’s the face, the main character, and she plays her role as host so well that people tend to overlook every other bad quality she has among the very few pros. Or perhaps, they would rather not have bad blood with someone of her caliber.

You, on the other hand, couldn't care less—about the parties, the fancy mansion, or Stella herself, frankly. Parties were never your first choice for outings; they were the most energy-draining events, with all the overcrowding and having to pretend to enjoy the company of ill-minded individuals.

But alas, you begrudgingly attend this one, and many others, as a representative of your family name. You're not silent in your disagreement, always voicing how they couldn't have picked a worse member for the job—if your frown, ever present since entering the oh-so-lovely and homey residency of the royal family, was anything to go by.

Doing your due diligence, you converse with a few guests as you make your way through the herd of people, keeping it curt and unseasoned. Finally, you reach the woman of the hour. Locating her wasn’t difficult; her boisterous, obnoxious laughter, reminiscent of a terribly played violin, rang through the room.

Exactly what you’d expect from her. Respectfully but quickly, you greet her, say a few false words of endearment about living a long life, and then scurry off back into the sea of snobby kiss asses. To her and anyone around her, it might look like you were scared, tucking your tail between your legs. In truth, you were trying to keep your big mouth shut in case she couldn’t keep her nasty comments to herself.

The party continues uneventfully. The music, more like a lullaby, would have lured you to sleep if you hadn’t downed a few cocktails to prevent it. The partygoers, annoying as they are, fail to read the room and approach you regardless of your many excuses to avoid meaningless conversation. They just want insight on why a (surname) is at a party alone, much less why you of all people are here.

By evening, you were running out of excuses until you grow hungry—using the lack of vegetarian options as a way to escape their gossip. Now standing beside a gigantic window, you contentedly munch on some leafy greens, finding interest in staring outside. The view is much more impressive than the building itself—isolated enough from Imp City yet overlooking it enough to make a grand statement. It is truly beautiful at night, the lights like little twinkling stars rivaling the sky.

Your head snaps in the direction of a crash, eyebrows raised in disbelief at the sight of wine dribbling down the glass of the window beside the one you stand near, shards scattered on the ground. To your surprise, or perhaps not, the vandal is Stella, who now leaves the scene in a fit of laughter, two idiots in tow beside her.

Why in hell would she do that to her own home? The thought Interest you some. She should know the potential damage that could have caused, let alone to one of her guests who could have been injured. Stella looked back, a sinister grin spreading across her face as she shot a rude remark past you towards someone. It made you realize she didn’t really care—neither about the mansion nor how it made her look.

Your lips form a tight line when you realize her comment was directed at her husband, who retorts with a low, irritated chirp. It seems this wasn’t much of a homey residence after all. Sighing, you place your drink onto the tray of a passing imp, heading over to the stained glass, each step revealing more of the prince hiding behind a column.

There wasn’t a memory with him that you could recall as you took out a handkerchief, wiping the window clean. You knew he attended all parties, cursed with the duty of family, but you never interacted with him. As you bent down, picking up the shards piece by piece, you considered whether you should approach him.

There were plenty of reasons why you didn’t want to or shouldn’t, like the vibe he was giving off as he shamelessly gulping down a bottle of absinthe. But it was your duty to greet all hosts, and even though he wasn’t mingling like his wife, he still counted. It was better to get it over with.

Hurriedly, you call over a wait staff, dropping the shards on their tray with a fleeting explanation, “Have that area swept thoroughly,” while gesturing towards it before brushing past them towards the prince. Stolas grew in size as the distance closed, standing a few feet taller than you. It would be only slightly intimidating if not for him choking on his drink after you suddenly appeared before him.

Sending him an apologetic smile, you bow, “Evening, Your Highness. Hope I didn’t frighten you.”

He managed to squeeze out, “I’m fine,” in the middle of coughing before fixing his posture and smoothing down his vest, handing the bottle to a imp beside him. “It’s quite alright. I just wasn’t expecting company…” he trails off, eyes flickering up and down, clearly confused as to who you are or why you were talking to him of all people in the room.

“I’m glad. I would hate to be the reason the prince falls ill. That would not bode well for my family,” you admit, half-jokingly, before addressing the second half of his statement. “You’re in a room full of like-minded people; surely someone besides me has come to talk with you.”

Right? Because that makes sense. He is the prince.

He blinks owlishly at you before stuttering, “Well—” He clears his throat, placing a hand on his abdomen before continuing, feigning nonchalance, “Why, of course. It’s only appropriate in this setting. I presume that’s your current agenda?”

“Yes,” you answer truthfully, finally glancing up and pausing. A giant banner hangs loosely above his head that reads “NOT DIVORCED!” in bold lettering. Usually the observant type, how in the world did you miss this? “However, if I’m honest, that’s part of the reason,” you add, curiously. You didn't realize it was that kind of party. Maybe you should start paying more attention to the invitations.

“Oh?” Stolas tilts his head slightly, eyes widening. He leans in closer, his voice a mix of confusion and genuine interest, “And what, pray tell, is the other half of the reason?”

You open your mouth, ready to speak what’s on your mind. You've never been one to hide how you feel—superior or not—otherwise, it would consume you. But then you close it, pursing your lips in thought. Perhaps that would be too rude, too personal off the jump, too far outside your jurisdiction to ask him about his marriage at his “not divorced” party, which his wicked wife obviously threw just to spite him.

Damn, you wish more than anything that you could have continued the party without ever seeing that sign or witnessing Stella’s public display. You didn’t care for gossip, but you were a curious individual by nature. He’s standing there, waiting on you to say something—anything, or you’ll risk looking like a fool.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you blurt out after a pregnant pause, cursing yourself inwardly for what you were getting yourself into. Anything would be better than what had came out of your lips.

His body recoils in apparent disgust at what you dare ask him, a prince. You can’t say you blame him; you’d be creeped out if a random nobody asked that too. “Wait, what?” he replies, dumbfounded at your boldness. Was this a joke? He scans around the room, as if searching for something but finds nothing before returning his gaze to you, a faint blush dusting his face. “Could you repeat that?”

You've made your bed, might as well lie in it. Besides, you never wanted to be at this party in the first place, and it's becoming painfully dull. Ideally, you'd slip away alone after greeting him—but this could work out—satisfying your curiosity before the night is over, it could potentially end badly but who knows when you'll cross paths again. Probably at another miserable gathering, actually.

"Ditch the party with me?" You casually rephrase, keeping your head high, silently hoping you don't come off as too much of an idiot. “Or not. Either way, I’m bored stiff here, and it doesn’t look like you’re having a blast either.”

Stolas blinks a few times, processing your proposition. “You’re suggesting leaving the party together?” he repeats, confirming what you’ve just asked, though you’d already clarified it. His lips curl into a hesitant smile, betraying a hint of nervousness at the unexpected proposal.

“And where would we go?” There’s a playful gleam in his eyes, signaling his curiosity and a willingness to entertain the idea of breaking away from the formalities of the event.

You hum in thought, not having planned that far ahead, before shrugging and tilting your head with a genuine smile. "What about the garden? There seem to be a lot of plants around the palace. Someone must really care for them. I bet it’s beautiful," you suggest, recalling the impressive variety of plants, including the carnivorous ones, on the way to the ballroom.

His feathers ruffle as he lets out a low, excited squeal, his smile growing more confident as he leans down to your height. "You have an interest in plants?" he asks, almost unable to believe it, his hands clasped together. Everyone he's ever come across has called his interests boring. He never had a friend who was.

You nod, your posture relaxing after seeing his genuine reaction. "It's a bonding activity between my mother and me that started in childhood. I take it by your reaction that you handle their care?" Perhaps he could be good company after all.

His comical blush returns when he remembers that your suggestion came with a compliment. “Yes, I do. I’m surprised you noticed. Not everyone cares for botany…” He gestures toward the exit, silently saying ‘after you’ before adding, “I would be delighted to accompany you to the garden. I can show you the new species of carnivorous plant I acquired...if you’d like?”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, you nod and reply, “I’d love that.” You head toward the door, with Stolas quickly falling into step beside you, his hands interlocking behind his back. There’s a respectable distance between you both, ensuring you don’t draw unnecessary attention as you discreetly leave together.

Stolas takes the lead after exiting the ballroom, and a comfortable silence settles between you, broken only by the sound of your footsteps. You notice how he occasionally glances at you, curiosity and excitement in his eyes, as the distance between you subtly closes. You don't voice your observation, letting him assume he's being sneaky when he's not.

"You know," he begins softly, eyes now trained forward, "I never caught your name." A stifled snicker escapes you, causing him to snap his eyes towards you, filled with confusion and a tad bit of worry. "Did I say something amusing?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.

Shaking your head, you respond, "No, it's just... It's a silly thought to think that you might know who I am." you tease.

A flustered noise escapes him, his shoulders stiffening as his mouth drops open and then snaps shut. He stops abruptly, turning his whole body toward you as he stutters, “That’s not... well, the reason...” He struggles to find his words before speaking honestly, “I don’t have a real reason, but if I had met you before, I wouldn’t forget you.” As if he could, you were the first creature in a long while to spark his interest so effortlessly.

Sighing softly, you gesture for him to continue walking. "Actually, it's refreshing not to be noticed immediately upon entering a room," you admit with a slight smile.

Finally reaching the garden, he opens the door and holds it for you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “I understand how you might feel,” he sympathizes softly, closing the door behind him as he follows you inside. He watches with pride as your eyes widen in awe at the lush, vibrant space filled with an array of plants.

Taking your hand lightly, he guides you to a particular section of the garden where an unusual, striking plant catches your eye. “This is it,” he says, reluctantly letting go of your hand. “My newest addition. Isn’t it fascinating?”

You glance between him and the plant, chuckling in disbelief. "You’re kidding, right?" Your eyebrows shoot up at his confused expression. "Satan, I don’t know what I was expecting, but this—this wasn’t it. How in hell did you get an earth plant to thrive?"

He hums, glancing at the plant lovingly. "A bit of nurturing, a touch of magic, and voilà—a thriving earth plant."

"That simple, huh?" you ask, stepping up to touch the plant. It's soft under your touch and bends with ease—it's real. He wasn’t joking, but then again, why would he with all these other live plants around? It’s just a little hard to believe, is all. “Simple but significant.” you add, remember an affirmation your mother used to say.

Smiling, you let go of the leaf, your eyes following a path that leads deeper into the garden. You start walking, momentarily forgetting your original agenda: why throw a 'not divorce party'? Why not a normal party like normal couples do? But then again, was anything ever normal when you’re raised in the royal family?

Chances are they were arranged before they could even walk. Everyone who grew up in the scene knew that love wasn’t always part of those kinds of marriages. But you thought that wasn’t the case with those two. They hid it so well.

You become so engrossed in the scenery that you jump slightly when Stolas starts to speak, forgetting that you are in his home and not a museum. “Earlier… you said greeting me was only part of your agenda.” He raises his arms in a gesture of harmlessness noticing your jitteriness before continuing, “I’m purely curious… inviting me to escape with you wasn’t the other half, was it?”

"You’re more observant than I gave you credit for," you tease lightly. "You’re right. I still think it’s a touchy subject for you, but I can’t help myself. It’s like an itch in my brain that needs to be satisfied."

“There’s a lot you’d come to find out about me. I’m quite attentive toward things or people who interest me. Plants, my darling Octavia…” Stolas trails off, leaving his lost words hanging tensely in the air, but his gentle eyes on you have you forcing your brain to stop misinterpreting him. He shakes his head, as if to dismiss his own thoughts, "You can ask, as long as I get to ask you one in return. A fair exchange, yes?"

“Fair enough,” you agree, still hesitant and unsure of how he would take it but blurting out your question anyway. “It’s not hard to see that there’s some tension between you and your wife… almost painfully obvious.” You sigh, recalling the earlier events. “So my question is, why are you together, throwing a ‘not divorce’ party when it so clearly should be the opposite?”

There’s a long, pregnant pause between you two. Stolas stares at you, blinking as he processes your question, truly not expecting that to be what was on your mind. You were right—it was a rather personal question, one that really wasn’t any of your business. The nerve of you to be so crass as to ask him that of all questions, and yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to dismiss you.

Instead, he thought of all the reasons why he should answer—someone cares, someone’s listening… the list goes on and he checks them all off. The results are in and it’s still unclear if he should, even though his heart wants him to. Eventually, he expresses himself candidly, laying himself bare for a stranger who unexpectedly stepped inside his world.

Stolas sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair as he looks down at the ground. For a moment, he seems lost in thought, grappling with the complexity of his situation.

"It's... complicated. Stella and I, we've grown apart, to say the least. Our marriage was never really based on love or mutual respect, but more on the idea of strengthening our family's influence and securing alliances."

He lifts his gaze to meet yours, his eyes haunted by a deep sadness.

"But to leave her... it's not that simple. Divorce is rare and scandalous in Goetia. It would be a massive blow to my reputation, and I'm not sure I'm ready to face that kind of backlash just yet."

He shrugs, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as exhaustion settles on his face. The facade he’s been building crumbles in the wake of vulnerability. Now you feel slightly guilty for asking, but you know you had to—not because you were nosy anymore, but partly because he needs to know that there is an alternate ending, one where he could be happy. That it was possible, you were proof.

“I understand the expectations of royals as much as you do. However, I refused to give up that part of my life to my duties. I saw how taxing it could be from the outside looking in. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t. I couldn’t leave that up to chance, and I believe you shouldn’t have to either. So what if the royal family judges you? They’re going to do that regardless. If they are, why not live for yourself? You don’t have much to gain from the marriage anymore. Your daughter’s nearing adulthood, right?”

Stolas numbly nods, hanging onto every word. “Then set yourself free before you drive yourself mad trying to keep up with appearances.”

Stolas is at a loss for words. No one has ever cared enough about him to offer such kind words of support. Not his father, not his wife, not even those with whom he sought intimacy. Yet here you are, a stranger, offering him hope. He feels himself choking up with emotion, but he expertly covers it with a cough and a polite smile behind his hand.

However, you can see just how much your words have affected him when you look into his glossed-over eyes. It's like looking at freshly polished rubies. You fear if you confess that the tears he hasn’t shed will flow. Heavens when did you become so soft…

His hand moves from his lips to rest over his heart, which beats so aggressively against his ribcage that he might be concerned if he weren't immortal. You are dangerous for his health, he thinks, when you tilt your head cutely, causing his heart to flutter momentarily before finding its appropriate rhythm again. His throat tightens as he tries to swallow with a dry mouth.

“That might be the kindest and most genuine advice anyone has given me… thank you,” he mutters, afraid to speak louder than a whisper for this conversation. Stolas's face grows hot as he confesses his next words, a hint of longing in his voice, “I wish I had stood up for myself then. Maybe things would have been different…”

“It’s never too late to do what’s right by you.” you reply without a beat, nodding in all seriousness.

“You’re right!” Stolas steps closer to you, moving his hand closer to yours. “It’s time to live for myself. I think I deserve that much. You’ve given me much to think about.” His hand hesitantly brushes against yours. “But I do believe it’s my turn for a question.”

You perk a brow at his change in tone, noticing it drop an octave but it doesn’t match the coy smile he sends you. “I said it before: it’s only fair after the little discomfort I caused you,” you remind him, side-eyeing him, standing rigid and unsure of the sudden change in atmosphere.

He chuckles softly, finally taking your hand in his, “The only discomfort I felt was at that stuffy party, which was soothed by your presence,” he replies, before dipping down to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “Can we do this again? Going out, I mean.” Rising back up but not letting go of your hand, he continues, “I enjoy your company, and your honesty is a breath of fresh air compared to everyone sugar-coating. You’re the first person I’ve met who shares my interests too. It would be a shame, on my part, to leave it at this.”

Your purse your lips, brows furrowed. Since attending this party, nothing has gone right. Instead of leaving alone, you ended up escaping with the prince, and now he wants to see you again. It wouldn’t be an issue if it weren’t for the subtle hints he been giving since you’ve met. Let’s not forget that he is still married.

Despite how shitty a marriage it may be, he was taken. Not that it was your intention to steal him away in the first place. This could only end badly if people were to take your sudden friendship the wrong way. Now getting out of an arranged marriage with someone else was one thing, but having a situationship with the prince of Hell was another.

How were you going to spin this? You avert your eyes from his, filled with anticipation and hope, ignoring the gentle squeeze of his hand in yours. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, your highness.”

Stolas coaxingly coos gently, drawing your attention to your hands, which he interlocks. "Oh, please? We could have it at your place this time if it'll make you more comfortable."

"Oh fuck me," you groan, closing your eyes and rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand, missing the way Stolas bites his lip as a shiver slithers through his body. You reluctantly agree, opening your eyes, "Alright... You have to give me time to get everything up to par for a prince."

"Not need! For company like yours, I’m fine anywhere."

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ᡣ𐭩 Blitzo With a Sensitive S/O! . . . 🧸 (before relationship and present!)

~ 🧸ྀི ~ It is NO secret that Blitzo can and will be an unfiltered piece of crap. He is foul mouthed, sardonic, and overall a bitch to some people who’ve seen his usual self. There was no exceptions…was…

~ 🧸ྀི ~ You were a fellow (and also new) employee of the I.M.P. To say the least, you were incredibly sensitive and shy. You struggled to communicate with your other colleagues freely without you feeling uncomfortable. It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to them—it’s just that it was such a hard task to do that it interfered with your life.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Slowly, but surely you got to know your close colleagues that would soon become the few friends you’d have. Moxxie and Millie were the easiest to get close with. They took your feelings into consideration and will be quick to back off or take you away from a situation that made you feel uncomfortable. They were great friends to have around when you found yourself in those situations. Not to mention how they will fuck anyone up if they dared to make you feel like crap.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Loona was the hardest to become friends with but that was because you’re never the first to start up a conversation and how Loona didn’t care enough to pay you any mind. You were quite intimidated by her since she would scowl or roll her eyes at you whenever you looked her way. You thought that you’d never form a small connection with Loona but surprisingly (With the help of Millie and Moxxie), you two formed a strange but good friendship. Loona seemed to tolerate you more than anyone else in the I.M.P so you assumed that was a good thing.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ But, there was ONE BIGGG problem. Your boss. Blitzo. Yeah—no WAY you were going to form a friendship with him. Sure, he’s your boss, but you can’t help but hide behind someone or something to get far out of his sight. You felt so overwhelmed when he was around and also incredibly intimidated. You’ve heard how he talked to those around them and…it scared you. Petrified you even. Satan forbid you get called into his office—fearing for your life more than you already did.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Blitzo on the other hand was pretty oblivious to how you felt about him. However, he did try to force you out of your shell on multiple occasions, which they all failed drastically. He just thought that you were some anti social freak at first and just kept rolling with his day. It wasn’t until he finally went into some deep thinking.

Why were you much more open with his employees? He sees you hanging around them throughout the day and you seem just fine! So what is it with him? What’s wrong with him?

It’s not only because you hang around Millie, Moxxie, and Loona either. One time you made them all gifts and he was the only one left without a single gift from you. Blitzo waited all fuckin’ day for his gift that you never gave to him. Probably didn’t even make him one. It drove Blitzo crazy because he’s tried to get you out of your shell but you were stubborn as hell and now he sees you acting all social? Come on!?

~ 🧸ྀི ~ It wasn’t until Blitzo was open about his concerns that Loona told him the truth. She explained briefly how you feel about Blitzo, mentioning how the two of you are polar opposites of one another.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Blitzo knows that he can be an asshole sometimes…all the time—but some part of him wants you to see him in a different light. He doesn’t know why it’s so vital to him for you to see him differently but it’s practically killing him!

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Millie and Moxxie were put on a small mission where they try to convince you to be more open minded about Blitzo. They explain how Blitzo is willing to try for you (despite how out of character it sounds) and it sorta encourages you. They’ve known Blitzo longer than you’ve had so you say that their judgement is pretty credible. Besides, these two were your friends and you trust them to lead you on the right path…even if there wasn’t any down here in Hell.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ The two of began hanging around each other more. It was a deathly slow process but growth was growing within you. The first couple of times where you and Blitz hung out was pretty awkward considering you hardly spoke to him and he’d always have time lead the conversations with you. Surprisingly, Blitz was pretty patient with you. Of course there’s those moments where he’d accidentally get frustrated and he kinda snaps but he quickly tries to get his act together when he sees your startled look.

“For fucks sake! You can’t even tell me what your favorite fucking color is? Christ-…shit—shit, okay, okay—look, I’m sorry? Fuck—I’m just not used to this alright? Cut me some slack…”

To be honest, he does look pretty adorable when he does this in your opinion….wait what?

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Oh god… when you finally said a full fucking sentence to this man…Oh—Oh. He was about to sob. He’d NEVER heard you say so many words TO HIM ever since your ass appeared at the company. Fucking finally you say something!

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Blitz knew he had won the fucking jackpot when you FINALLY made him a gift. Oh he cherished it so dearly because it marked that he had done a good deed for the first time in his miserable ass life.

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~ Present ~ ! . . . ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Now back to the present time where suddenly the two of you managed to actually become a pretty healthy couple…

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Millie and Moxxie claim that your nature most definitely rubbed off on Blitz in some way (which he denies heavily)

When you two became a thing, Blitz practically trained himself to be more calm when you were around. He wasn’t AS foul mouthed like he usually was (Of course there were still some muttered curses underneath his breath), wasn’t so loud either, and overall whenever you were around Blitz was a changed man…sorta.

He’s learned how to tell when you are uncomfortable in situations and will immediately remove you from them. He has caught all the signs of you being overwhelmed engraved in the back of his mind.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Blitz doesn’t do well with affection but he’s trying. Whenever you get to a point where you are on the verge of tears he’d kinda shut down for a moment before trying to help you. He genuinely wants to help you and you understand that this sort of thing isn’t something he’s good at. He acknowledges how patient you are with him and it makes me feel good. He doesn’t feel the need to rush because you’ll give him that time.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Tends to baby you sometimes and cling onto you but you honestly think that’s because Loona isn’t with that so he just does it to you.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ Sort of possessive over you because he can’t risk losing someone so dear to him. You are the love his life after such a long time and he can’t leave you—but he also fears that he’ll make you run away. He doesn’t want to be the cause of you leaving him. During some vulnerable moments (which took a long while to get to), he expressed this fear to you. Your heart ached for the imp and you reassured him that you’d never leave him and how if you two ever had a disagreement, you both will sit down and talk about to create that healthy relationship.

~ 🧸ྀི ~ God he loves you SOOOOOO MUUUUCHHHHHHHH