#BlitzoxStriker

[drades-lair]

Blitz/Striker-Baby Chronicles: Hellmas bonus

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairing: Blitz/Striker

Rating: M for sexual content and swearing

Blitz caressed his hands down Striker's sides to his hips, massaging along them to his ass. Striker rocked his hips against Blitz's as he pulled from the kiss to start nipping along the crimson imp's jawline and neck, it had been a while since they'd had the opportunity to have good proper sex. Blitz dipped his head to pepper kisses along Striker's collar bone to his chest, sucking briefly on one of his nipples before giving it a lick. Striker let out a brief moan making sure to keep it at a whisper so as to not wake the kids, Blitz's thumbs hooked under the waist band of Striker's jogging pants. "Fuck...Blitz..." Striker breathed out "Try to stay quiet," Blitz whispered back "No guarantees," Stricker chuckled in turn "Fair enough...now, suck," Blitz instructed bringing up two fingers of one hand to Striker's mouth. Striker obeyed taking the two fingers into his mouth, lathing his tongue around the digits until they were thoroughly lubed with saliva. Blitz used his other hand to work Striker's pants down then he slipped the two lubed fingers into Striker. The pale imp bit his bottom lip to stifle the groan that erupted from his chest. Striker wasn't too fond of using saliva for lube, but he was trying to roll with it considering they didn't get to do this often. Striker eventually gave a pained hiss as Blitz tried to insert a third finger drawing the other imps attention immediately as he stopped his movements. "You good?" Blitz asked however one look at Striker's expression told him ‘No'. "Sorry, its just not comfortable," Striker apologized   "It's fine, you should have said something sooner, give me a moment," Blitz stated, gently pushing Striker off so he could get up and head to their bedroom. Returning Blitz held up the bottle of lube he'd retrieved, settling back on the couch to allow Striker to straddle his hips again. Blitz smeared lube onto his fingers then returned them to Striker's hole, rimming along it for a few moments before slipping in. Striker released a breathy exhale, chin dipping to his chest as his eyes closed simply feeling every touch from Blitz.

“That better?” Blitz whispered against Striker’s nape

“Mm, yeah…feels great,” Striker responded tipping his head backwards with a roll of his hips downwards to emphasize his pleasure.

“You ready?” Blitz asked giving a gentle nip to Striker’s pulse point

“Yeah, I should be good,” Striker confirmed looking down at Blitz through half lidded eyes

Striker reached down to free Blitz’s cock from his flannel pants, pumping it a couple times as Blitz drizzled some more lube on it. Blitz pulled Striker’s pants down a little further then maneuvered the two of them until Striker was hovering over Blitz’s cock with Blitz’s one hand pressed to his lower back. Striker grabbed Blitz’s cock to guide it to his hole, gingerly lowering himself till the head slipped inside allowing him to place his hands back on Blitz’s shoulders to continue lowering himself. Gently Blitz massaged small circles into Striker’s back while slowly pumping the pale imp’s cock as a distraction. Once fully seated Striker sat for a few moments to adjust, panting lightly till Blitz leaned up to initiate a deep kiss that Striker happily returned. Blitz rolled his hips experimentally eliciting a moan of encouragement from the pale imp.

Blitz continued thrusting upwards proving he still had it by finding that one spot inside Striker that made the imp out right whimper almost immediately. Striker covered his mouth to stifle the sounds he was making, meeting Blitz’s thrusts as the crimson imp started massaging Striker’s cock in time with the thrusts.

“Oh…fuck…Blitz, I’m close…” Striker panted out after removing his hand

“Me too…” Blitz retorted

A few moments later Striker arched with a deep groan, biting down on his bottom lip as he released strings of cum into Blitz’s hand. Striker leaned forwards to rest his head on Blitz’s shoulder while the other imp chased his own orgasm eventually finding release, burying his length into Striker as he came with a grunting groan. Blitz leaned back against the couch with Striker resting against his chest both panting heavily through the euphoria of their respective orgasmic highs. Their breathing began to even out leaving only the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace while they nuzzled one another lovingly with gentle lazy kisses.

After a while Striker got up off Blitz’s lap followed by the crimson imp getting up, both pulling their pants up then heading down the hall to the bathroom for a shower. Once clean both imps headed to bed happily cuddling together as they fell asleep.

[vizowrites]

I love your BlitzoxStriker twins! I’m just curious about something how are the twins born? Was via something like Mpreg magic or surrogacy? To be honest I’m all for an Mpreg Blitzo but that’s just me.

To be perfectly honest--and I know that this isn't everyone's thing, so if mpreg is not your cup of tea, please feel free to just headcanon that the twins exist in whatever fashion is most comfortable for you <3--my personal favorite headcanon for how the twins came to be is very much the same as yours. :) I think that there are actually a lot of interesting open questions for how a lot of of things that are just natural to us here on Earth [i.e. how day and night works in, what happens to the Hellborn and other denizens who are able to die when they're killed in Hell, and--of course--reproduction for those beings in Hell that are able to reproduce like the Hellborn] in the Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel universe. For all we know, maybe male imps can get pregnant. For all I know, ABO is ttly canon there. Honestly I'm sure that the canon prooooobably not going to be anything too different to how we're used to reproduction here on Earth, BUT since it hasn't been fully addressed yet, I'm happily taking the openness that fandom allows to just give my own explanation for how the twins exist. And that's why I also wholeheartedly invite anyone who likes the twins but doesn't want to think too hard about how they came to be, to just use their own imaginations to fill in the blanks. Surrogacy is great, magic is great, trans!Blitz is great, ABO dynamics is great, the Hell equivalent of the stork is great. Headcanon whatever makes you happiest Loves!! <3 <3

But yeah, I'm ttly on board the mpreg Blitz train myself. :)

Thank you so so much for this ask and I'm so happy you enjoy the twins!! If you haven't seen yet, PLEASE check out and give all of the love and support in the world to @wizardstove for her fanfuckingtastic character designs for them!! I still can't get over how amazing they are and I really can't thank them enough for drawing the twins like this--I've never had anyone gift me fanart like this before for my fandom ocs. ;3; <3 <3

Thanks again for the ask, Love!! Have a great day!!!!!

[drades-lair]

BlitzxStriker: Baby Chronicles - Unique kids

fandom: Helluvaboss

rating: T for swearing

Pairings: Blitzo x Striker

Today was one of those times where Blitz and Striker decided to make a trip to imp city to grab some groceries however to avoid the kids getting bored, they would leave them in the toy isles entrusting Kaiden who was nearly 10 to watch Kirin while they went shopping. Blitz told Kaiden once they had what they needed Striker would come retrieve them while Blitz went to pay for the items. Kaiden nodded in understanding as he watched his dads leave, Kirin was already looking at all the toys on the shelves with wide excited eyes, releasing a sigh Kaiden waited for Kirin to inevitably ask him to retrieve a toy from a high shelf for her to explore. Third toy in Kaiden vaguely noted a set of kids enter the isle, not weird so he ignored it until a sharp pain shot up his tail making him yelp, swiftly spinning around.

“What in the hells? It’s fur!” The one kid exclaimed stroking his fingers over a piece of fur he’d yanked out of the end of Kaiden’s tail. Unlike normal imps Kaiden’s tail had fur on the end of it instead of a spade tip just something else that made him different.

“Hey! Don’t yank on people’s tails!” Kaiden barked angrily, coiling his tail behind himself

“Why do you have fur on your tail?” The one imp child still holding Kaiden’s fur asked with a disgusted face.

“I just do! Don’t touch it!” Kaiden retorted

“You’re so weird,” The other imp child stated

“So is that one,” The first imp child added pointing to Kirin drawing her attention

“She’s a fucking ghost!” The second imp child exclaimed, laughing out loud shortly after

“There aren’t any ghosts in hell,” Kirin pipped up, furrowing her brow in confusion at the accusation

“Okay~ Then your both just freaks then,” The first corrected wearing a sarcastic smirk

“No, we’re not!” Kirin retorted irritably

“Sure, you are, have you seen any other imps that look like you? No? Then that makes you a freak,” The first imp child taunted. Kaiden watched as Kirin seemed to mull this over for a moment before her face dropped.

“That’s enough! Stop teasing my little sister!” Kaiden demanded with a snarl, clenching his hands into fists.

“Uh, we’re making fun of you too, dumbass,” The second imp child sarcastically retorted

“I don’t care what you say about me! Leave my little sister alone!” Kaiden growled

“Aw~ the freak loves his freak sister, how cute~” The first imp child taunted again

That was the last straw Kaiden lunged at the first imp child taking a swing at him which connected with his cheek. Kirin was normally very bold however at this moment with her older brother fighting these two other imp kids she shrunk back into a corner of the isle, tail coiling around her as she pulled her knees to her chest. Kaiden swiped his tail around to smack the second imp kid while clawing at the first beneath him with his claws creating a set of marks across the others face when sharp hot pain ran through Kaiden’s tail. Glancing back Kaiden could see the second imp kid was biting his tail with a snarl Kaiden whipped his tail sending the second imp child skidding across the floor into the shelves at the end of the isle. The distraction was enough for the first imp kid to shove Kaiden off himself followed by hitting Kaiden across the face with a right hook that made Kaiden’s nosebleed as well as his lower lip that split. The first kid quickly got up, grabbed his friend then took off leaving Kaiden panting in the isle while wiping at his nose and lip with the back of one hand. After a couple moments Kaiden turned around to look for Kirin who was huddled in a corner near the end of the isle, body shaking as she sobbed quietly into her knees. Kaiden took a knee next to his little sister, but she didn’t look up or acknowledge him then from around the corner Striker appeared, casually walking at first till he saw Kaiden with Kirin.

“What happened?” Striker wondered hurrying to their sides, immediately looking over Kaiden as he was bleeding from several places.

“A couple kids were making fun of Kirin…I…I taught them a lesson,” Kaiden explained averting his gaze in worry he’d be scolded.

“Really…oh Kirin…come here Darlin’,” Striker cooed softly, turning his attention to Kirin’s shuddering form, gently scooping the little white imp into his arms.

“I-I’m a…freak…they…hurt…Kaiden…” Kirin sobbed into Striker’s chest as he gently tapped his chin to the top of her head, one hand rubbing soothingly over her back while making soothing sounds.

“No, you’re not and Kaiden is fine…good job kiddo,” Striker assured Kirin before praising Kaiden, briefly removing his hand from Kirin’s back to ruffle Kaiden’s hair lovingly making Kaiden smile.

Upon rejoining Blitz, the crimson imp was ready to throw hands on the little assholes who’d hurt his kids however Striker insisted they get the two home, Kaiden needed his wounds treated and Kirin needed the comfort of home. Once home Kaiden went to his room without saying a word while Striker took Kirin to hers where he sat with her for comfort, Blitz brought the supplies into Kaiden’s room to tend his wounds.

“You did really good Kaiden,” Blitz praised with a smile

“Why?” Kaiden quietly asked

“Hmm? Why…what?” Blitz asked, furrowing his brow in confusion

“Why do we look so different?” Kaiden asked keeping his eyes glued to his bedding

“Oh…that…well, I don’t know…you know that we adopted both of you so unfortunately other then your mom being an imp we don’t know too much else, Kirin less so,” Blitz attempted to explain although he felt bad that he couldn’t fully answer Kaiden’s question.

Kaiden fell quiet as Blitz continued to treat his wounds meanwhile Kirin finally started to calm down in Striker’s arms. Striker nuzzled his little girl till she fully stopped crying, looking up at him with glassy crimson eyes.

“I’ll never look normal,” Kirin whimpered out

“Ya ARE normal, Kirin.” Striker insisted

“No! I don’t look like anyone…Kaiden looks a little like you…but I…I don’t look like anyone…” Kirin cried out taking Striker aback. Kirin was always more advanced than the average imp would be by her age however for her to grasp something like this at the age of 4 almost 5 just further proved she was highly intelligent…a blessing…and a curse.

“Fine…yer unique, just as each hell steed is different from the last so are Ya,” Striker offered using the backs of his knuckles to wipe away Kirin’s tears.

“I-I can’t be a hell steed,” Kirin whispered out down casting her gaze

“Because Ya were afraid?” Striker inquired

“Mm-hmm,” Kirin confirmed with a little nod

“It’s alright ta be afraid…Ya just gotta learn ta push past it and Ya will…with time,” Striker explained gently caressing his thumb over Kirin’s cheek.

“Okay…” Kirin accepted

“Now, why don’t we go get Kaiden and go watch a movie together on the couch,” Striker suggested

“Yeah,” Kirin agreed with a smile

Striker carried Kirin into Kaiden’s room just in time to watch Blitz cock his head to the side with a deep furrow to his brow as he examined Kaiden’s mouth. Clearly Blitz had been taking care of Kaiden’s split lip however it looked like he was currently looking at something else.

“What’s up?” Striker inquired walking over to stand beside Blitz

“Um…I’m not sure…look at this,” Blitz stammered out showing one of his fingers to Striker. On the digit was a liquid purple substance.

“Is something wrong?” Kaiden asked suddenly getting a worried look on his face as Striker took a closer look, sniffing the substance on Blitz’s finger.

“Kaiden, open yer mouth for me kiddo,” Striker instructed gently as he passed Kirin to Blitz

“Um…okay,” Kaiden obeyed the instruction, opening his mouth allowing Striker to see his fangs in the front. Instantly some drips of the purple substance fell from Kaiden’s fangs.

“I think it’s poison,” Striker concluded

“Poison?” Blitz retorted with the furrow of his brow deepening

“Yeah, looks like Kaiden has the ability to produce poison through his fangs,” Striker explained further with a smirk of pride growing on his face.

“Great, something else for people to make fun of me for,” Kaiden groused

“No, something else that makes you unique,” Striker corrected

“We’re unique Kaiden,” Kirin chimed

Kaiden went silent for a couple minutes before giving a little smile to Kirin who returned it.

[drades-lair]

Threes company

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairings: Blitzo/Striker, Millie/Moxxie, Millie/Moxxie/Striker

Ratings: M for sexual content

Blitz getting hung up on a job and bailing wasn’t anything unusual to Striker however when it happens on a night Blitz invited M&M to drink with them it was awkward. Striker hated having to drink alone with the two…well specifically he hated sharing a drink with Moxxie, Millie wasn’t so bad, but Striker still hadn’t really warmed up to Moxxie. If all that wasn’t enough as Striker sipped his whiskey an annoyingly familiar feeling started creeping over him, heat rising in his face and between his legs causing the pale imp to curse under his breath while yanking out his phone. Striker anxiously texted Blitz wondering when his mate would be back, explaining why Blitz needed to get back as soon as possible only to curse again at finding out Blitz wouldn’t be able to get back for at least two days.

“I can’t believe we got stuck drinking with Striker,” Moxxie groused

“Relax honey, Striker isn’t that bad,” Millie retorted in that usual cheery manner of hers.

“Easy for you to say he doesn’t relentlessly berate you,” Moxxie pointed out taking a sip of his Shirley temple.

“Oh hon, I’m sure he’s just teasin’…huh? Uh…Mox…do Ya smell that?” Millie wondered suddenly taking a deep inhale of the air.

“Smell what? All I smell is piss, smoke, and cheap booze,” Moxxie replied also sniffing the air.

“Smells like an imp in rut…a submissive one if I’m not mistaken,” Millie added continuing to sniff trying to track down where it was coming from.

“Oh, your right…wait, is it coming from…?” Moxxie agreed finally catching the scent, both imp’s noses led them in the same direction.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’! There’s no way,” Millie chuckled softly in disbelief as they both realized the scent was coming from Striker, confirmed slightly by the light hue of pink starting to cross the pale imp’s face.

“There must be some mistake. In what corner of hell is Striker a submissive imp?” Moxxie whispered to Millie.

“I don’t know but isn’t Blitz gonna be gone for a while yet?” Millie wondered as her expression turned to one of pity as she watched Striker’s tail twitch, and he started fidgeting in his seat a bit.

“Yeah, why?” Moxxie shot back arching an eyebrow in confusion to Millie’s question

“Well…I was just thinkin’…we’ve wanted to spice things up for a little while now and Striker looks like he could use a hand till Blitz gets back…” Millie trailed off in suggestion.

“What!? Are you serious?” Moxxie exclaimed

“Yes, come on babe. We both know what it’s like to go through a rut with out each other, how do you think he’s feelin’ without Blitz?” Millie insisted causing Moxxie to pause for a moment.

“Ugh, fine if that’s what you want to do, but I’m not asking,” Moxxie relented pinching the bridge of his nose. Timing couldn’t have been better as Striker finished his drink then stood up clearly preparing to leave, Millie put herself in the tall imp’s path to prevent him from leaving.

“Hold up,” Millie stated earning a genuine surprised look from the tall imp.

“Can I do somethin’ for Ya, Mildred?” Striker inquired raising an eyebrow

“Maybe~ Me and Mox are going to have a little fun tonight and I was wonderin’ if Ya wanted to join us?” Millie explained cheerily

“What!?” Striker wasn’t often taken completely off guard, but this was certainly one of those times.

“We figured with Ya goin’ in ta rut and all it’d be a win, win situation,” Millie continued

“Wait, Ya can smell it already? Shit!” Striker averted his gaze quickly as the blush deepened across his cheeks.

“It’s alright Hun, let us help Ya out,” Millie persisted adding a slight seductive tone to her voice. Striker seemed to struggle for a moment internally as to rather or not he should do this.

“Fine,” Striker agreed in a low tone after a few moments

“Well alright, and ta make it a lil more comfortable for Ya let’s go get a motel room,” Millie suggested

Striker didn’t say anything further simply followed the two smaller imps to a nearby motel where they promptly bought a room. Entering the room Striker wanted to immediately put on his façade unfortunately his instincts from the rut were already in full effect, ashamed yet horny Striker was starting to wonder if this had been a terrible idea.

“Striker, Hun,” Millie called snapping the pale imp out of his thoughts

“Hmm?” Striker acknowledged as he looked up to see Millie beckoning him over with a single finger.

“Come over here,” Millie instructed causing Striker to obey, walking over to stand in front of the smaller female imp.

“Good, now remove Yer coat, vest and shirt,” Millie instructed again and once again Striker obeyed removing the garments along with his hat, discarding them to the ground. Striker’s face was dusted with a deep pink blush and his pants were clearly getting uncomfortably tight in the front.

“Satisfied?” Striker inquired with a little sass in his voice.

“Very, hmm…now turn around,” Millie instructed

Striker did so then put his hands behind his back upon feeling Millie tugging on his arms, a rope was promptly wrapped around his wrists. Striker struggled for a moment from his instincts as a hitman, but quickly settled to allow Millie to bind him, overwhelmed by his primal instincts from the rut. Millie gently pushed on Striker’s shoulders till he knelt facing the bed with his back to Millie, who praised him for doing as told. Millie caressed her claws along Striker’s bare back eliciting a shudder before reaching around to undo his pants, caressing her other hand along Striker’s collar bone as Millie moved in front of the pale imp. Leaning down slightly Millie initiated a kiss that Striker swiftly returned, opening his mouth to allow Millie to deepen it only to moan into it as the smaller imp slipped her hand down his pants to stroke the outline of his length through the thin fabric of his underwear. Humming approvingly into the kiss Millie pulled Striker from his boxers, lazily stroking his already firm member at a steady pace as precum drooled from the tip.

“Oh…fuck!” Striker hissed out pulling from the kiss, panting softly with his eyes half lidded.

“Don’t worry Hun, we’ll take good care of Ya,” Millie cooed meeting Striker’s gaze as she continued to stroke, adding a twist near the head that made Striker bite his lower lip.

A few moments later a pair of hands wrapped around Striker’s torso, claws dragging slowly down his chest causing the taller imp to glance over his shoulder revealing Moxxie. The small male imp had stripped off all his clothing except his underwear and if what was pressing against his back was what he thought it was Striker was impressed. Moxxie trailed his mouth up Striker’s spine to his neck where he started nipping adding further sensation to Striker’s already pent-up system causing his breathing to pick up, hips rocking into Millie’s strokes.

“Easy Hun…stand up,” Millie instructed, removing her hand from Striker’s cock. Striker barely managed to hold back the whimper that bubbled up from Millie removing her hand from him, but he obeyed her command.

“Good, now bend over the bed,” Millie once more instructed

Striker hesitated for a moment at this command before obeying, he was still fighting against his rutting instincts internally after all he was with two imp’s he wasn’t used to having sex with. Millie got Moxxie’s help pulling Striker’s jeans off along with his underwear then stripped her own clothing off. Moxxie slipped down between Striker’s legs, wrapping his hand around the base of Striker’s cock to pick up where Millie left off causing Striker’s hips to jerk out of surprise along with an equally surprised yelp. Millie started caressing her claws over Striker’s hips down over his ass cheeks, switching to his thighs then back again eliciting wonderful little shivers with each pass.

“FUCK!” Striker exclaimed as Moxxie unexpectantly took his cock into his mouth, nearly deep throating the pale imp in one go. This was getting to be too much not that Striker wasn’t enjoying it, but rather that the mass of sensation was quickly shattering his façade allowing the submissive instincts from his rut to come through. Millie moved a hand to stroke the base of Striker’s tail while the other continued to lightly caress his hip with her claws and that was it…Striker let out a high-pitched whine as he pulled at the binds on his wrists. M&M’s efforts faltered for a moment at hearing the uncharacteristic sound from Striker before continuing.

“Wow, that rut is hittin’ Ya hard, ain’t it sweety?” Millie asked rhetorically just as Moxxie pulled off Striker with a slight cough.

“Ya good down there Mox?” Millie asked a little concerned

“Yeah, he’s producing so much precum though I can’t keep up with the blowjob,” Moxxie nonchalantly explained

“Really?” Millie asked raising both eyebrows in surprise only to look up to see Striker turn a darker shade of red.

“I-I’m…part…incubus…” Striker panted out, averting his gaze from Millie whose expression shifted to one of understanding.

“Oh, that explains a lot. Mox, why don’t you move up there then and I’ll continue back here,” Millie suggested

Moxxie knew exactly what Millie was suggesting immediately moving around to crawl onto the bed, settling in front of Striker’s face on his haunches. Moxxie pulled his underwear down his hips to release his hard member causing Striker to swallow hard with a sharp intake of breath before slowly opening his mouth allowing the smaller male to guide his cock into it. Striker did his best to suck Moxxie off however it wasn’t easy in this position, but it seemed to suffice as the smaller imp began to softly moan. Millie hummed approvingly while continuing to caress her claws over Striker’s ass, using her tail to search Moxxie’s pockets for the small bottle of lube they brought eventually finding it. Popping open the cap Millie slicked up her one hand then set the bottle on the floor.

“F-Fuck…you’re great at giving head,” Moxxie moaned out

“Hun, Ya might want to have him pull off for a moment,” Millie suggested

“Yeah,” Moxxie agreed having seen Millie lube up her hand

Gently Moxxie encouraged Striker to pull off eliciting a confused expression from the pale imp right before Millie inserted a single finger into him. Striker jerked in surprise with a breathy whimpering moan, eyes screwing shut as he bit down on his bottom lip. Striker’s entire body tensed as Millie started thrusting her digit in a steady pace until once again Striker’s rutting instinct took over making him give in, relaxing with a breathy exhale. Millie inserted a second finger easily as Striker began to quiver with desperate soft moans that he directed into the bedspread beneath him, cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal as he completely succumb to his submissive instincts brought on by his rut.

“That should do…unfortunately I don’t have my equipment here but I’m sure Moxxie can oblige,” Millie explained pulling her fingers free of Striker’s ass. Moxxie crawled off the bed to move towards Millie while she encouraged Striker to flip over and lay on the bed. Striker did as told revealing he was flushed from face to mid chest with sweat beading along his pale skin, panting heavily as he averted his gaze from the two smaller imps.

“Take it easy sweetie, like I said we’re gonna take good care of Ya. Now, crook and spread Yer legs,” Millie gently instructed

Once again Striker hesitated for a moment before obeying the instruction, crooking his legs up then spreading them. Moxxie grabbed the lube bottle to slick up his cock before moving between Striker’s legs, pulling the taller imp’s hips to the edge of the bed. Gingerly Moxxie lined up then pressed into Striker making him groan out, tipping his head backwards. Moxxie continued to push forwards inch by inch till he was hilted inside Striker, stopping for a moment to allow them both to adjust although Millie got a little concerned at seeing Striker’s heavy breathing and the way he was clenching his teeth. Millie gently caressed a hand over Striker’s upper arm to get his attention.

“Ya alright Hun? Maybe Mox should pull out for a moment…” Millie began before being cut off by Striker

“N-No! Ugh…just…please…” Striker out right pleaded, locking eyes with Millie.

“Okay, okay…calm down sweetie,” Millie reassured Striker, caressing over his collar bone to his chest.

“I…need…it,” Striker stammered out averting his gaze

Moxxie simply nodded in understanding then started rolling his hips before starting to thrust starting shallow yet steady. Millie crawled onto the bed beside Striker to settle on her haunches using one hand to fondle her breast while the other dipped between her legs, two fingers slipping inside her wet pussy. Striker’s moans got louder the closer he got to Cumming, a puddle of precum collecting on his stomach as Moxxie hoisted Striker’s legs towards the tall imp’s chest to start thrusting deeply. Millie timed her finger thrusts with Moxxie’s moving her second hand from her breast to fondle her clit, quickly building her own orgasm. Millie came first with a moaning cry, hips stuttering as she worked herself through the orgasmic high. Striker was cursing a blue streak through heavy panting breaths, cock throbbing desperate for release as Moxxie sped up. Whipping his head to the side Striker squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach clenched, back arching slightly with a whimpering moan at the feeling of release washing over him while threads of white cum painted his stomach and chest. Moxxie felt Striker clench around him upon Cumming promptly pulling his own release out of him moments later, spilling into Striker with a groaning moan.

Moxxie pulled out once his senses had a moment to reboot, lowering Striker’s legs while Millie helped the taller imp sit up so she could cut the rope around his wrists. Striker’s rut haze seemed to have cleared a little although it didn’t seem to be necessarily a good thing, rubbing his wrists Striker refused to make eye contact with either smaller imp.

“Everythin’ Alright?” Millie asked gently

“Humph, Ya must find this an absolute riot,” Striker scoffed

“Whatchya mean?” Millie wondered, arching an eyebrow in confusion

“Don’t fuckin’ act like Ya don’t know! Watchin’ me turn into some simpering submissive bitch!” Striker barked back irritably

“Striker, it’s fine. We know it’s only because of Yer rut…” Millie began

“Humph, fuckin’ things a pain in the ass,” Striker groused out

“Look, we know you don’t want anyone else to know about this and we promise to not say anything,” Millie assured Striker with a warm smile

“Really?” Striker whipped his head over to Millie in complete surprise at what she just said.

“Yeah, tonight was purely between the three of us,” Millie once again assured him

“Um…thanks…I guess…” Striker awkwardly thanked the little imp

After a cool down period, the three had a couple more rounds as Striker’s rut continued before falling asleep in the room. The next day Blitz had managed to make it to the motel just as M&M were leaving, pointing him in the direction of the room Striker was still staying in.  

[drades-lair]

Love can be torture

Fandom: helluva boss

Pairing: Blitzo/Striker, Moxxie/Millie

Rating: T for gore 

Millie startled slightly at the loud thud followed by the crashing of trash cans that came from outside their place, looking from Moxxie to the front door. Cautiously the duo moved to the front door with weapons at the ready just in case, Moxxie slowly opened the front door and they exited onto the front steps quickly looking around. Off to the right both saw that several trash cans had been knocked over spilling the contents onto the sidewalk, looking closer there appeared to be a body amongst them…one that had very familiar characteristics. Once again moving cautiously they moved closer quickly confirming that the body was indeed who they thought originally.

“Isn’t that Striker?” Millie asked, kicking some of the trash out of the way.

“I’m pretty sure…he’s not in good shape. We should call Blitz,” Moxxie stated as he knelt beside Striker’s unconscious form. Striker was laying on his side with torn clothing or missing in some cases, blood staining what seemed to be every inch of his body making it difficult for Moxxie to see the full extent of Striker’s injuries. The pale imp was barely breathing which led Moxxie to check for a pulse to make sure he was still alive especially seeing as he was far paler then normal, fortunately there was a faint pulse.  

“Right, get him inside then we’ll contact Blitz,” Millie agreed moving to help Moxxie with picking Striker up, a task made difficult due to their height differences, but the two smaller imps managed. Millie grabbed Striker under his arms while Moxxie stood between his legs and lifted Striker up under his knees, leaving a trail of black blood in their wake.

Hauling Striker inside the two small imps placed his unconscious form on their kitchen table with the thought it’d be easier to treat him there. Millie set about contacting Blitz while Moxxie grabbed some supplies from the bathroom in the hopes he could do something to help Striker uncertain if he could save the taller imp at this point. Millie wasn’t surprised by the reaction Blitz responded with on the other end of the phone especially considering how close Blitz had grown to Striker, Millie could only pray once the phone was hung up for anyone on the roads tonight knowing full well Blitz was going to recklessly head to their place in haste. Upon returning Moxxie passed a damp cloth to Millie asking her to assist him in cleaning up some of the blood so he could get a better look at Striker’s injuries, placing the medical supplies he’d gathered on the nearby kitchen counter. Removing what was left of Striker’s black turtleneck shirt along with cleaning away some of the dried blood swiftly revealed Striker had been tortured possibly within an inch of his life and tossed from a vehicle.

Angry bruises covered the imp’s body, several of his ribs were broken along with his wrist on the left side, cuts littered his body ranging from shallow to deep including one on his left temple from a hit of some sort, several of his spines had been yanked from his tail base and his tail itself was missing chunks. All this was bad however Moxxie’s biggest concern was the large gash to Striker’s throat currently spilling blood like a garden hose. Pressing a towel to the wound to quell some of the bleeding allowed Moxxie to see the cut was shallow luckily whomever had done this wasn’t a professional and had misjudged how much pressure you needed to fully slit someone’s throat. Millie assisted Moxxie by handing him materials as needed to stitch the large cut to Striker’s throat and to his temple, just as Moxxie was finishing bandaging both Blitz’s panicked voice started shouting from the other side of the couple’s front door along with frantic banging on it. Millie rolled her eyes as she went to open the door for her boss while Moxxie continued his efforts to save Striker’s life, discovering further injuries like a dislocated left hip, broken Tibia, and fractured clavicle all on the left side more then likely from hitting the ground after being tossed from a vehicle.

Millie opened the front door expecting to be barreled over by Blitz only to be surprised, eyebrows instantly furrowing upwards and her lips forming into a little pouting frown of sympathy. Blitz was looked a mess, wearing only his crimson button down that was untucked from his jeans, bags under his eyes which were glassy, moments away from spilling tears down his cheeks. Blitz bit his lower lip, averting his gaze from Millie clearly trying to keep himself together.

“Where is he?” Blitz finally asked after a long moment of silence

“We have him on the kitchen table, he’s not in good shape B,” Millie quickly explained

“Damn it! I knew I should have gone to find him sooner!” Blitz exclaimed, fisting his hands in front of himself.

“Blitz…?” Millie trailed off reaching a gentle hand towards the distressed imp

“He went off grid about 3 to 4 weeks ago…I should have gone looking for him!” Blitz exclaimed again bringing both hands up to his face.

“Come on Hun, let’s getchya inside…just be prepared to see him,” Millie suggested, gently taking Blitz by the arm to guide him inside. Blitz told himself that he was ready to see Striker…he wasn’t.

“Oh fuck! Striker!?” Blitz exclaimed the moment he laid eyes on the pale imp’s seemingly lifeless form on the kitchen table, blood staining the floor where it had dripped from the table. Blitz moved to Striker’s face gently cupping it in one hand while the other shakily started carding through his hair that was sweat soaked with dirt streaked through it, biting hard on his bottom lip tears finally flowed freely from Blitz’s eyes. Moxxie felt for Blitz unfortunately for the moment he needed to focus on his task at hand namely stopping the bleeding from all the cuts littered around Striker’s body, stitching some while others he simply applied enough pressure till, they clotted. Moxxie became more concerned though as he began to set bones and relocate the dislocated joints with little to no reaction from Striker where there should have been one.

Blitz didn’t say much while Moxxie worked simply continuing to lightly caress Striker’s face as if he were seeking the slightest indicators that Striker was still with him. Once Moxxie declared his part finished the two small imps suggested Blitz help them move Striker into the guest bedroom which he agreed, gently picking Striker off the kitchen table bridal style. Settling Striker on the guest bed in nothing except his boxers now Blitz covered the pale imp with the blankets just as Millie brought in a wet washcloth, handing it to Blitz to cool off Striker’s heated flesh. Gingerly Blitz pressed the cloth along Striker’s face when Moxxie entered the room carrying a syringe with a bottle that had the label saying ‘Morphine’ on it, administering a fair dose to Striker before leaving. Blitz finished tending to Striker then crawled onto the bed on the opposite side to watch over the pale imp, they’d gotten close perhaps closer than Blitz would ever admit and to see Striker in such a state wasn’t just unusual, but also frightening. Anger quickly boiled in Blitz’s veins towards whomever had done this to Striker, swearing he’d find them then put as many holes in the bastards as he could.

Two days went by with little change in Striker’s condition, Moxxie tended Striker’s wounds making sure they were healing normally. Blitz’s anxiety continued to rise the longer Striker was unconscious which is why on the third day when Striker gave an audible groan Blitz nearly leapt out of his skin with excitement. Striker’s eyes opened halfway with another moan followed swiftly by a pained grunt despite having only moved a few inches to get a better look at Blitz who was looming over him prompting the crimson imp to instantly place a gentle hand on the other imp’s shoulder.

“Ugh…Blitz…?” Striker asked, voice raspy as he was sent into a coughing fit.

“Hey, try to take it easy. Here,” Blitz slid one arm behind Striker’s shoulders to gently ease him into a slight sitting position then grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table with his other hand, offering it to Striker. The pale imp accepted the offered water letting Blitz feed it to him before leaning against the crimson imp’s shoulder, taking deep breaths through gritted teeth as he tried to push down the agonizing pain coursing through him. Blitz didn’t move till Striker did easing him back into a laying position, seeing Striker so weak was a foreign concept to Blitz.

“S-sorry…I worried Ya…” Striker winced out

“What? No, you don’t have anything to be fucking sorry for! I’m just glad you’re awake,” Blitz stated

Striker shot a small smile to Blitz, but his façade was not there, he looked exhausted with pain laced in between. Moxxie came in a couple hours after Striker awoke to look after his wounds as well as give another dose of Morphine in hopes to keep the worst of the pain at bay, Striker got his first look at the extent of the damage done to his body. A small snarl was the first ‘normal’ thing Striker did since Blitz had seen him 3 days earlier making him smile a bit because it meant there was hope for Striker to recover.

For about a week Blitz had to do just about everything for Striker as the pale imp didn’t have the strength to do much for himself, fortunately Millie and Moxxie were great in letting them remain. On Day seven Blitz was bringing lunch into Striker as he normally had only to find he wasn’t in bed much to the crimson imp’s confusion until he heard the bathroom door open drawing his attention in that direction. Steam bellowed out of the bathroom as Striker stood in the doorway shirtless, wearing a pair of loose fitting jogging pants while using the doorframe for support, drying his hair with a towel using his free hand. Moving from the doorway Striker limped slightly however other then that he seemed pretty much back to normal if it weren’t for the wounds still healing on his body that is. Blitz set the food down on the bed to go get the kit Moxxie had been using while Striker sat down on the edge of the bed to finish drying himself completely. Upon returning Blitz gingerly started tending to the remaining wounds on Striker’s body, the worst still being the cut across his neck. Blitz gingerly bandaged the cut keeping his gaze from Strikers own as he’d done for most of the week, apparently that hadn’t gone unnoticed either.

“Ya been awful quiet this week…Ya alright Boss man?” Striker wondered causing Blitz to suddenly still, entire body going ridged.

“I-Is that a serious question?” Blitz whispered in a barely audible tone after a long few minutes just standing next to Striker, head down staring at the open kit on the bed.

“Huh?” Striker arched an eyebrow in confusion to the response, turning slightly to look at Blitz.

“Because the answer is no, NO! I’m not fucking alright!” Blitz exclaimed seeming out of nowhere catching the pale imp off guard especially with Blitz turning to face him with glassy eyes.

“Blitz…what the fuck?” Striker was so taken aback by Blitz’s outburst he really didn’t know how to respond.

“Do you even realize how close you came to dying? How close I came to…to losing you?” Blitz continued

“Trust me, Ya don’t have ta tell me how close I came,” Striker assured Blitz

“Exactly! And I should have gone after you,” Blitz added, head lowering to avert his gaze to the floor.

“Blitz, there was nothin’ Ya coulda done. I was taken captive durin’ my hit, normally I’m careful but it is an occupational hazard. This wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last,” Striker assured Blitz in such a casual way it only made Blitz more irritated.

“You make that sound like your life doesn’t matter! That if you fucking die that’s…what? Oh well?” Blitz growled slightly in irritation, gaze shooting back up to Striker’s.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate my life Blitz, I’m just realistic. Being a hitman isn’t exactly risk free and I knew that when I took on this lifestyle.” Striker corrected Blitz

“That’s not the point! Don’t you get it? I’m saying I don’t want you to die!” Blitz exclaimed

Striker recoiled slightly at those words because although it hadn’t exactly been subtle that the two of them had gotten closer over the last little while it was still a shock to finally hear even a version of it said aloud.

“I can’t lose you…I’ve already lost too many people…” Blitz trailed off closing the gap between them.

“I can’t promise nothin’ Darlin’,” Striker stated in an apologetic tone.

“I know…” Blitz whispered right before pressing their lips together

[drades-lair]

Something Different

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairing: Blitzo x Striker

Rating: M for sexual content

Notes: This was a request by Clankerss on DA

Striker barely stepped out of the bathroom into the large master bedroom of the palace, towel wrapped around his waist and skin still damp from the shower he’d just taken when Blitz strode right up to him, roughly snatching him around the waist.

“Whoa! Ha-ha, easy sugar,” Striker chuckled

“Nah-uh, you’ve been gone for 2 fucking months and as much as I enjoy being with Stolas, you’re my mate too,” Blitz growled slightly to get across his irritation at Striker having been gone for so long.

“Ya know my hits can be on the longer side especially when I gotta go to the lower rings,” Striker retorted placing his hands on Blitz’s hips. Striker may have been nonchalant about having been away from Blitz for a while but his face was expressing the complete opposite.

“Regardless, your back and I. Want. My. Mate!” Blitz demanded as he surged forwards to capture Striker’s lips with his own.

Striker was a little surprised for a moment but began laughing into the kiss allowing Blitz to deepen it while yanking Striker towards the bed with himself. Blitz spun them around once at the foot of the bed to shove Striker onto it with a slight yelp of surprise that turned to a seductive smirk as Blitz started crawling up the bed towards him, grabbing the towel to discard it to the floor. Blitz hovered over Striker for a moment bare chest too enticing for the pale imp to resist as he reached up to start caressing the other imp’s skin just before Blitz leaned down to nip along his mate’s jawline. Blitz kissed down Striker’s neck to his collar bone where he sucked a hickey then lathed his tongue back up eliciting a wonderful guttural moan from the imp beneath him. Striker caressed his hands along Blitz’s torso down to his jeans where his experienced fingers made quick work of undoing them, pulling Blitz’s cock out to start stroking it causing the crimson imp to chuckle against his nape.

“Now who missed who?” Blitz teased, breath ghosting over Striker’s skin

“Shut the fuck up,” Striker retorted

Blitz leaned back up to kiss Striker while reaching down to grip the base of the pale imp’s cock, stroking up to his barbs then back down. A long few moments passed with the two imps simply enjoying one another’s touches when Blitz pulled from their kiss to press two of his fingers against Striker’s parted lips prompting him to start licking, pulling the digits into his mouth to suck. Both imps were panting softly with flushed faces as Striker coated Blitz’s fingers in a hefty amount of saliva before they were pulled out however just as Striker was about to adjust his position Blitz adjusted first, placing a hand on Striker’s chest while his hand with his slicked fingers moved behind himself catching Striker by surprise. Blitz let out a hissing groan as he pressed a single finger into himself, it’d been a while since he’d taken it, so he knew this was going to be a little tricky.

“Blitz?” Striker breathed out with clear question in his tone

“Hmm, figured we might…try something…different,” Blitz explained still fingering himself

“Not that I mind a switch…but…Ya do realize I’m…” Striker began

“I know…that’s why I want to…I want to try out that barbed cock of yours,” Blitz continued

“And that’s fine but…Blitz, Ya do realize it’s not like riding a normal cock,” Striker warned

“Relax, I’ll be fine, and I’ll make sure to ride you real good cowboy,” Blitz seductively cooed making a shiver run up Striker’s spine.

“Alright, fine,” Striker finally relented

“Great…now, wanna give me a hand here?” Blitz asked with a smirk

Striker gave a nod of confirmation then used his tail to flick open one of the bedside drawers, retrieving a bottle of lube a moment later. Blitz removed his fingers from himself then started to slowly reposition to face the opposite direction, shedding his pants and underwear in the process. Blitz heard the lid on the lube bottle pop open moments before a single slender slick digit pressed into his hole eliciting another hiss as he clenched his hands in the sheets. Striker carefully worked Blitz open making sure to get him as loose and slick as possible and once he could easily thrust three fingers into Blitz, he removed them.

“Ya sure yer ready?” Striker asked as Blitz started to turn back around.

“Fuck yeah and I’m ready to ride this stallion,” Blitz seductively growled while sitting on his haunches, a wide smirk across his features.

“Ugh, fuck Blitz,” Striker groaned, dirty talk was Blitz’s specialty and that dirty fucking mouth of his always managed to get Striker going. Blitz used one hand to balance on Striker’s torso while his other wrapped around the base of the pale imp’s cock for guidance, Striker’s own hands coming up to caress Blitz’s thighs as he slowly started lowering himself.

“Holy shit!” Blitz cursed breathily as the head of Striker’s cock penetrated him

“F-Fuck,” Striker breathed out in turn, biting down on his lower lip as Blitz continued to slowly impale himself. Blitz’s breath hitched with a grunt as he slid past the first set of barbs, they weren’t hard or sharp they just made Striker’s girth a little wider than he’d anticipated.

“Ya good Darlin’?” Striker asked in a slightly strained voice

“Y-Yeah…just need…a moment…” Blitz panted out waiting for his body to adjust

“Take Yer time,” Striker encouraged gently caressing over Blitz’s thighs to his sides then back down while occasionally giving a lazy stroke to his cock.

After a few moments Blitz continued his movements, slowly pushing down till Striker was hilted inside him. Once adjusted Blitz gave a roll of his hips eliciting a deep groan from the other imp beneath him, another found them both moaning prompting him to start up a slow steady pace. Blitz planted both hands on Striker’s chest to provide leverage, lifting himself up only a fraction before rocking back down fully enjoying the new sensation of Striker’s barbs sliding along his insides. Striker tipped his head backwards with a soft moan as his hands moved to Blitz’s ass giving it a firm squeeze, claws lightly digging into the firm flesh. As they both started panting heavily Blitz shifted one hand behind him to Striker’s thigh, leaning back as he thrust upwards allowing Blitz to nearly pull all the way off before plunging Striker’s cock back into himself. The new angle quickly had them both on the edge, heat pooling rapidly in their abdomens as Blitz shift to have both hands on Striker’s thighs and the pale imp reached up to start stroking the others hard length. Blitz had never experienced a barbed cock before as not many imps had them, but fuck! At this moment he wished more did because it was a whole other feeling, and it was fucking fantastic!

“Fuck! Blitz…I’m…I’m gettin’ close,” Striker declared as he started to thrust up to meet Blitz’s movements.

“Yeah…me to…” Blitz panted out

A few thrusts later had Blitz Cumming onto Striker’s chest, insides clenching around Striker’s cock promptly pulling him over the edge as well with a grunting groan as he pushed to the hilt. Blitz yelped in shocked surprise as Striker’s barbs flared inside him followed by the feeling of the pale imp’s cum filling him, he’d never felt so fucking full in his life. Hunched over with both hands-on Striker’s chest Blitz panted through the high of his orgasm while Striker lay beneath him looking just as fucked out, white hair sweat soaked, face flushed as he heaved. Humming in approval at the sight Blitz made a move to dismount Striker only to let out a pained gasp as he felt the now pointed barbs inside him resist the action instantly catching Striker’s attention in turn.

“Hey! Don’t fuckin’ move yet!” Striker irritably warned, hands now firmly planted on Blitz’s thighs to keep him where he was.

“Seriously! How fucking long am I going to be stuck here?” Blitz wondered, surprise all over his face.

“It shouldn’t take long, besides you knew what you were getting in to,” Striker retorted with an amused smirk.

“Fuck you, I didn’t know they were actually dangerous!” Blitz retorted

“Well darlin’, I don’t sit there each time for nothin’. Yes, they could cause some serious damage,” Striker confirmed

“Great…don’t suppose you’ve ever gotten…stuck…in someone before?” Blitz wondered with a slight bit of worry in his voice.

“Ha-ha, no. Once I calm down a bit, they’ll recede then I’ll be able ta pull out. Ya know that” Striker reassured Blitz who seemed to visibly relax.

Ten minutes later Striker felt his barbs fully relax becoming pliable enough for him to finally allow Blitz to dismount him. Both imps moved to lean against the headboard while lighting a couple cigarettes to enjoy one another’s company in the after glow of a good fuck when Blitz burst out laughing causing Striker to raise a very surprised yet curious eyebrow at him.

“You know, not everyone can say they have a weapon between their legs,” Blitz was still partially laughing as he explained what was so funny.

“Oh, fuck right off Blitz,” Striker retorted although it was clearly half hearted because he was smiling as he said it.

“By the way where is our bird?” Striker wondered curiously upon realizing he’d not seen Stolas yet.

“Some big wig meeting in another realm, he’ll be back tomorrow,” Blitz explained casually as he wiped the tears from his eyes from laughing too hard.

“Ah, well maybe when he gets back, we’ll need a round 2,” Striker suggested with a smirk

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Blitz agreed  

[drades-lair]

Lazy Mornings

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Rating: M for sexual content

Pairing: Blitzo/Striker

Warm sunlight streamed through the window of the bedroom waking Striker from his sleep, a light moan escaping his throat as he blinked away the sleep from his vision. Running a hand over his face Striker pushed himself up, white hair mussed from sleeping he stretched with a yawn before glancing over at Blitz laying next to him. Blitz was laying on his back with one arm stretched above his head and one laying casually across his torso, blankets resting at his waist as the crimson imp gently snored. Striker arched an eyebrow curiously as Blitz unconsciously started palming his crotch through the blankets followed by a sly smirk forming on the pale imp’s lips. Gingerly Striker pulled the blankets back revealing Blitz had half a hard-on, easily batting away the crimson imp’s hand Striker started massaging through the thin fabric of Blitz’s boxer briefs. Blitz shifted in his sleep a few times as his erection got harder before giving a soft moan, eyes blinking open to see Striker looking down at him with that lazy smirk on his face and feeling the other imp’s hand moving along his dick.

“Mornin’ sugar,” Striker drawled out keeping his slow pace.

“Hmm, morning…” Blitz returned

“Hope Ya don’t mind, looked like Ya could use a hand,” Striker chortled, nodding his head in the direction of Blitz’s crotch.

“Oh, I don’t mind one bit,” Blitz retorted, leaning up a little till Striker closed the gap to press their lips together.

Blitz hummed into the lazy kiss while bringing the arm that was stretched above his head around to card through Striker’s short white hair. The pale imp moved his hand up to slip under Blitz’s waistband, pulling his boxer briefs down past his hips then returning his hand to Blitz’s length. Striker kept his movements even at the same pace as they continued to kiss, occasionally parting to nuzzle one another or kiss and nip along each other’s necks. Blitz began to pant lightly with little moans as a pink blush dusted his face, hips beginning to slowly rock in time with Striker’s strokes as their tails intertwined. Striker could feel Blitz getting close prompting him to change up his method, twisting his wrist on the upwards strokes at a slightly faster pace.

“That’s it Blitz…cum for me,” Striker whispered against the other imp’s neck. Moments later Blitz’s hips stuttered with a soft moaning groan as cum spilled over Striker’s hand onto Blitz’s own stomach. Striker stroked Blitz through his orgasm until the crimson imp relaxed still panting slightly at which point Striker pulled his hand away. Leaning back against the headboard Striker casually pulled out his own hard length, starting to stroke liberally while Blitz watched lost in his post orgasmic high. Blitz gently reached over to massage his hand along Striker’s nearest thigh as the pale imp tipped his head back, closing his eyes as he concentrated. It didn’t take long for Striker to fall over that blissful edge, moaning with a grunt as he spilled over his own hand.

Striker took a few moments to come down from his orgasmic high before getting up from the bed, sliding out of his boxer briefs then heading to the bathroom. Blitz slipped out of his boxer briefs tossing them to the floor just as Striker returned with a washcloth, he’d clearly cleaned up in the bathroom before returning. Settling down once more next to Blitz, Striker started cleaning him up while Blitz simply relaxed with a dorky smile on his face. Once cleaned up Striker left once more this time for the kitchen to get them both some coffee however after that the two really didn’t leave the bedroom for the rest of the day except for getting food or drinks promptly turning a lazy morning into a lazy day.  

[drades-lair]

BlitzxStriker-Baby chronicles: Intruders

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Rating: T for swearing and minor gore

Pairings: Blitzo/Striker

Blitz let out a deep sigh as he finished with the yard work around the cabin, looking up to see Striker carrying the last hay bale into the barn where Bombproof was kept. A smile stretched across Blitz’s features as he saw Kaiden, who was now 5 carrying a bucket of water to him with a massive smile on his face. Now that Kaiden was older he was always excited to help with chores even if it was just with little things, Blitz accepted the bucket of water to refill the trough. Blitz fluffed Kaiden’s hair with a genuine thank you then told the little imp to head inside to his room until he and Striker could join him to make dinner. Kaiden did as he was told with a massive grin on his face, skipping happily into the cabin while Blitz set about finishing the last of his chores however upon finishing, he wondered where Striker was. Dusting off his hands Blitz headed towards the barn where he’d last seen his mate, pushing open the large sliding door. Multiple things caught Blitz's attention all at once upon opening the door and none of it was good, Bombproof's muzzle was tied shut, Striker was tied to one of the supporting pillars with his mouth gagged and there were two sinners with pistols. The sinner with a serpent head, overly large hands with claws pointed his pistol at Blitz when he noticed the imp’s entry while slowly moving towards him. Blitz glanced over at Striker who rolled his eyes irritably although Blitz could also see that Striker was starting to work out of his binds. "What do you fuck shits want?" Blitz asked with his hands raised defensively in front of himself, irritation laced in his voice.   "What else? Anything valuable!" The other sinner with a dog-like head and large reptilian arms answered. "Seriously? A robbery?" Blitz rolled his eyes hard upon realizing these idiots had to be from the city.   "Shut the fuck up! Tie him up then we'll go inside," The Serpent-headed sinner instructed Blitz paled at that statement if they went inside to rob the place, they’d find Kaiden and who knows what they’d do to him. Blitz disregarded his own safety making a ballsy lunge at the dog-headed sinner, knocking him to the ground with a heavy thud at which point Blitz spun around, sprinting out of the barn heading for the cabin. The dog headed sinner cursed angrily as he recollected himself with one hand on his head, grabbing his pistol then getting to his feet to take off after Blitz. The serpent sinner cursed under his breath losing concentration on Striker to follow his partner providing Striker with the opening he needed, wrapping his legs around the sinner's neck, snapping it. Blitz reached the cabin yanking open the front door heading straight towards Kaiden's room when a gunshot rang out sending a serge of hot piercing pain into Blitz’s lower back on the right side. Blitz's legs gave out sending him face first to the floor, skidding to a halt as he reached out a hand at seeing Kaiden peering out from his bedroom. Kaiden's face twisted with fear as he gripped the doorframe to his room, looking from Blitz to the dog-headed figure currently standing in the doorway of the cabin with a snarl on his face. Blitz tried to mumble out a ‘run’ but found his voice caught in his throat as he felt the warmth of his own blood seeping through his clothing when another gunshot rang out making Kaiden flinch, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. The sinner's body crumpled to the floor revealing Striker’s familiar form standing behind him with a pistol in his outstretched hand, a snarl on his features that swiftly faded at seeing Blitz on the floor with blood quickly staining his clothing. Holstering the pistol Striker stepped over the sinner's body rushing to Blitz's side where he took a knee by his quivering form. Gently Striker turned Blitz onto his side making him whimper out, teeth clenching as his face twisted with pain while Kaiden started towards his adoptive fathers. "Easy darlin', try ta stay still," Striker instructed Blitz as he shoved the other imp's coat out of the way. "Daddy," Kaiden whimpered out with tears streaming down his face. "Kaiden...hey, it'll be alright kiddo. Help me out will Ya, get me a towel," Striker instructed the little imp who nodded then obeyed, running to the bathroom. Striker stripped Blitz of his coat as well as his button-down shirt in the meantime, using his tail to grab a pillow off the couch that he slid under Blitz’s head. Kaiden came back still crying with the towel in his hand, passing it to Striker who pressed it to the wound on Blitz’s back eliciting a hiss from the other imp.

“Hey, he’ll be okay,” Striker reassured Kaiden who was rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands with soft little sobs.  

“K-Kaiden…” Blitz rasped out through gritted teeth drawing the little one around where Blitz could see him , dropping to his knees.

“Daddy…” Kaiden sobbed

“It’s okay Kaiden…I’ll be fine…” Blitz winced out as he brought a hand up to cup the little one’s cheek only to cry out in pain as Striker started assessing the bullet wound.

“Sorry sugar, this is gonna hurt like a bitch, the bullet’s still in there,” Striker informed Blitz before getting up to go retrieve their kit from the bathroom.

Striker returned moments later immediately flipping open the kit on the floor, grabbing the needle-nose pliers they kept in there for bullet extractions. Blitz continued to scream out in agony as Striker worked, killing the pale imp hearing his mate in such pain not to mention watching Kaiden sob and not being able to comfort their little one. Blitz got lucky though as the bullet hadn’t hit anything vital just lodged in the muscle meaning once the bullet was removed Striker was able to clean then stitch the wound. Finally finished Striker bandaged the wound as Blitz lost consciousness from a combination of pain and blood loss so Striker gently carried his mate to their bedroom so he could rest. After returning Striker took care of the body that was still laying in the doorway of the cabin’s front entrance then came back to find Kaiden curled up on the couch silently sobbing with his favorite floppy brown horse plushy clutched in his arms. Instinct took over at this moment as Striker went right to Kaiden, sitting down on the couch next to the little imp to pull him onto his lap prompting Kaiden to wrap his arms around Striker’s neck and burry his face in the pale imp’s collarbone, horse plush pressed between them.

Gently Striker rubbed soothingly along Kaiden’s back, nuzzling against his temple as his tail intertwined with the little imp’s. Kaiden cried for hours before falling asleep from exhaustion in Striker’s arms but instead of taking the little one to his room Striker brought him into his and Blitz’s room, protective instinct driving the pale imp. Laying Kaiden on the bed next to Blitz so they were facing each other Striker set about checking on Blitz then settled on the other side of Kaiden, settling against the headboard with his legs outstretched.

 …

 Morning brought good news as Blitz awoke to Kaiden curled into him and Striker worriedly watching him. Obvious relief crossed Striker’s face at seeing Blitz wake up, sliding from the bed to walk around to Blitz’s side to help his mate sit up. Striker leaned over to press a kiss against Blitz’s lips momentarily surprising the crimson imp before he kissed back.

“What was that for?” Blitz asked as Striker pulled back

“Ya scared the shit out of me! Don’t ever do that again!” Striker half heartedly growled, voice carrying more concern and relief then anger.

“Ha-ha, no promises,” Blitz chuckled lightly with a wince

“Hmm, Daddy? Daddy!” Kaiden sleepily exclaimed, stirring from his slumber.

“Hey, whoa! Easy there Kaiden, I’m okay but still a little sore,” Blitz chuckled again as Kaiden latched onto Blitz. Gently Blitz hoisted Kaiden onto his lap carefully holding him close.

“You were hurt…I was so scared…” Kaiden whimpered into Blitz’s chest

“Ah, come on kid…I’m tougher than that,” Blitz stated almost sounding offended by the lack of faith in his fortitude.

“I’ll get us somethin’ ta eat,” Striker announced heading out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.

Blitz was right luckily, he was tough and healed swiftly however Kaiden became a little clingy for a while to both Blitz and Striker, on occasion suffering from nightmares of this incident. Striker in turn became extremely protective for a while of both Blitz as well as Kaiden making sure to keep them within arms reach at all times, he also set up a series of traps around their perimeter to deter any unwanted guests.      

[drades-lair]

BlitzxStriker-Baby Chronicles: Interuptions

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Ratings: T

Pairings: Blitzo/Striker

A baby learning how to walk and talk is normally the highlight of parenthood which it was also so for Striker and Blitz when Kaiden learned except now he could roam the house, occasionally complicating matters. Blitz enjoyed learning new techniques that could help with his profession rather that be with weapons or hand-to-hand skills it didn’t matter thus when Striker offered to show him a few moves how could he say no. After moving some furniture in the living room, the duo started their training session with Blitz picking up the techniques swiftly as per usual but also getting cocky like usual, at one moment getting to think he had the upper hand on Striker. Lunging at Striker’s back Blitz made contact only to have Striker purposely move forwards, rolling them till Blitz was on his back on the floor with Striker perched on top of him. Striker smirked down at Blitz, straddling the other imps’ hips as he pinned his mate’s shoulders lightly to the floor.

“Ya learn fast,” Striker complimented coyly

“Humph, you have no idea,” Blitz retorted with a smirk of his own

“Ya still get too cocky though,” Striker informed Blitz with a light chuckle

“I thought you loved my ‘cockiness’,” Blitz’s smirk widened as he bit his bottom lip, eyes half lidded, and his eyebrows raised at the innuendo.

“Oh, I do,” Striker confirmed leaning down to press their lips together

Blitz returned the kiss, hands coming up to rest on Striker’s hips prompting the pale imp to deepen the kiss. Blitz gave a light moan into the kiss as Striker started gingerly rocking his hips, Blitz’s hands moving to massage at Striker’s ass in turn. Heat was just starting to form between the two when a giggle rang out bringing the whole situation to screeching halt. Blitz parted from the kiss to tip his head backwards towards the hallway while Striker looked up in the same direction revealing Kaiden standing in the hallway’s entrance giggling as he watched them. Blitz released a frustrated sigh as Striker let out a breathy chuckle before getting off Blitz and helping his mate to his feet.

“You know, I love Kaiden but there are some days I just want to lock him in his room,” Blitz explained jokingly, scooping Kaiden into his arms causing the little imp to giggle harder.

“Daddy,” Kaiden happily cooed as he hugged Blitz’s neck. Blitz nuzzled Kaiden in turn before blowing a raspberry onto his cheek causing the little one to burst into laughter.

“It’s fine Darlin’, I’ll take a rain check…after all, there’s always tonight,” Striker whispered seductively into Blitz’s ear before pecking him on the cheek causing a bright blush to cross Blitz’s cheeks.

Striker nuzzled Kaiden then gave a firm swat to Blitz’s ass before heading into the gally style kitchen to make all 3 of them lunch.  

[drades-lair]

My baby girl

Fandom: helluva boss

Rating: T for swearing and mild gore

Pairings: Blitz/Striker

Blitz hummed absently as he prepped a coffee in his crappy apartment although thanks to his newfound relationship with Striker it started looking better, guy was handy as fuck. Since the two assassins started seeing one another regularly Loona had moved out to an apartment of her own thus Blitz moved back into what used to be her room. Striker came strutting into the kitchen wearing only a pair of loose-fitting jogging pants instantly giving a swat to Blitz’s ass on his way to the refrigerator to grab some orange juice, pouring a cup next to Blitz who smirked.

“Last night was fun,” Striker commented with that smug grin he always wore on his face.

“Absolutely,” Blitz agreed turning to go sit at the small round table in the cramped kitchen.

“I don’t leave till later tomorrow, down for another go around tonight?” Striker asked with a wink as he gulped down the juice.

“You know it!” Blitz exclaimed, his smirk growing wider.

“Great, I’ll hold Ya too that. I’m gonna go shower,” Striker stated as he set his empty glass in the sink then headed in the direction of the bathroom.

Blitz chuckled as he watched Striker disappear into the bathroom, turning to his coffee shortly after while playing on his hell phone. A moment later there was an insistent knocking at the door that irritated Blitz after all who would be at the apartment at this hour. Begrudgingly Blitz got up to go answer the door.

“Whoever it is you’d better have a fuck of a good…LOONY?” Blitz exclaimed in surprised horror as he threw open the door. Standing on the other side of the door was Loona, blood crusted on her fur, bruises were visible on her skin and her red dress was torn.

“D-Dad…I…ugh!” Loona winced, legs giving way as she fell.

“LOONY!” Blitz exclaimed again as he lunged forwards to catch his adopted daughter before she hit the ground, easing her down.

“What is goin’ on Blitz?” Striker asked emerging from the bathroom upon hearing the commotion.  

“Striker…help me,” Blitz called to the other imp over his shoulder, Striker cursed under his breath as he ran over upon seeing Loona laying on the ground in Blitz’s arms.

“What the fuck happened?” Striker inquired as he picked Loona up to transfer the young hound to the couch.

“I don’t know…Loony? Can you hear me?” Blitz was panicking as he tried to rouse his adopted daughter, lightly patting her cheek.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” Striker assured Blitz as he took off for the bathroom once more.

“Loony, Loona…come on baby girl,” Blitz insisted carding his fingers through her sweat soaked fur, a look of pain lacing her features.

“Hmm, ugh! D-dad…I’m sorry…” Loona managed, apologizing upon regaining some form of consciousness.

“Sorry? For what?” Blitz wondered

“Waking you…I…know you’re…u-usually asleep…” Loona winced out instantly breaking Blitz’s heart.

“You didn’t baby girl, it’s going to be alright,” Blitz assured her, gently caressing his hand along her face.

Striker came back carrying the kit they kept in the bathroom along with a couple towels and a damp cloth. True to his personality Striker took charge of the situation setting the items on the table in front of the couch, tossing the damp cloth to Blitz who caught it mid air.

“Hey, Loona…what happened kiddo?” Striker asked as he started gently using one of the towels to clean some of the more obvious wounds. Blitz cleaned Loona’s face while patting away some of the sweat beading around it.

“I-I don’t…a fight…leaving the club…I was…attacked,” Loona managed to stammer out through whimpering whines.

“Okay, try to relax…yer safe now,” Striker assured her as he worked.

Blitz was already fuming at hearing what Loona said, who dared to attack his baby girl? Whomever they were he’d see them dead and torn to shreds. Loona’s weak little whimper drew Blitz back to the current situation, his expression softening as he looked down at her. Ultimately Loona was beat up pretty bad with the worst injury being a set of claw marks along her outer right thigh extending up to her hip. Blitz helped maneuver Loona slightly onto her side so Striker could reach the wound easier, sliding her dress up a bit to reveal the entire thing. Blitz continued to assist by handing the alcohol to Striker along with a towel but when he poured the alcohol over the cuts Loona cried out, jerking upwards straight into Blitz’s arms, clinging to her adoptive parent as tears began to stream down her face.

Blitz held Loona close while Striker continued working trying to stitch the deep gashes up as quickly as possible. Loona’s claws dug into Blitz’s arms, her face burying into his chest with her body shaking from both sobbing and pain.

“I-It…hurts…so…fucking much!” Loona whimpered into Blitz’s chest.

“I know baby, it’ll be over soon,” Blitz assured her as Striker showed off his skills by finishing up quickly.

“There…that should do it, catch Yer breath,” Striker stated setting his tools on the table.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find those sons of a bitches and make them pay!” Blitz growled tapping his chin to the top of Loona’s head.

Striker went to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen, closing the apartment door on the way by as they’d just left it open from earlier. Upon returning Striker placed the water on the table, Blitz gently eased Loona against the couch before heading to grab a pillow and blanket from the bedroom. Loona started sobbing again prompting Striker to come along side her only to have the young hound clutch at him, clinging to his torso as she sobbed into his shoulder. Gingerly Striker wrapped his arms around Loona not certain how to comfort her considering he’s not normally the touchy feely type however in that moment he knew she needed comfort and if that meant providing a hug then so be it. Blitz came back to see Striker holding Loona eliciting the biggest loving grin to spread across his face, moving closer to place the pillow behind Loona while placing the blanket over her.

“There Ya go…try ta get some rest,” Striker encouraged easing Loona down once she’d calmed a bit and her eyes started to droop.

“Striker, stay with Loona,” Blitz suddenly announced after Loona managed to fall asleep.

“Huh? Where Ya goin’?” Striker wondered, arching a brow in confusion.

“To find the bastards who did this and introduce them to a fucking bullet!” Blitz snarled already heading for the door.

“Hey, Blitz…I don’t know how to do this fatherly shit! What am I supposed to do?” Striker asked a little panic rising in his voice.

“Just keep her comfortable I’ll be back in no time,” Blitz called over his shoulder before slamming the door shut.

Striker let out a frustrated groan as the door shut, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously at the thought of having to look after Loona without Blitz there. Ultimately Striker went back to the living area relieved to see Loona sleeping fairly peacefully thus he simply settled on the floor with his back against the couch with one leg stretched out and the other crooked.

…

Loona began to rouse a couple hours after Blitz left moaning softly till her eyes fluttered open to see Striker standing over her with a gentle hand on the hell hound’s shoulder. Loona let out a whimper as she tried to move, grasping at her leg where Striker had Stitched the claw marks up.

“Easy, don’t move to quickly,” Striker encouraged

“S-Striker…where’s Blitz?” Loona wondered sounding more like her normal self.

“He’s gone to do what he does best,” Striker smirked, sliding his arm behind Loona’s shoulders to help ease the hell hound up.

“Hmm, bullets and violence then. Got it. Ah!” Loona stated with a sharp yelp when she moved just the wrong way.

“Um…are Ya hungry? I could make Ya somethin’,” Striker asked trying to hide how awkward he felt.

“A little…” Loona responded almost shyly, she’d not spent a lot of time with Striker so being alone with him made things a little awkward.

“Alright, I’ll make Ya somethin’” Striker stated heading for the kitchen

Striker came back a short time later carrying a bowl of soup that he placed on the table in trade for grabbing the first aid kit, popping the lid open to retrieve some fresh bandages and gaze. Loona watched as Striker settled on the edge of the couch next to her.

“Show me Yer leg so I can change the bandages,” Striker instructed

“Right,” Loona stated as she removed the blanket then shifted slightly to allow Striker easier access to her wound. Striker gently changed Loona’s bandages then handed her the bowl of soup before heading into the bedroom for a few moments, returning with a set of her pajamas that Blitz kept there just in case.

“When Yer done eatin’, I can help Ya to the bathroom to change,” Striker offered before settling back on the floor for the time being.

“Sure, this soup is really good.” Loona commented

“Thanks, it’s left over from last nights dinner. I made it to give Blitz somethin’ healthy for a change,” Striker chuckled

“Y-You made this. Wow, didn’t know you could cook,” Loona admitted in surprise

“Had ta, living as a hitman doesn’t exactly leave room for fancy restaurants, sometimes Ya can’t even find a fast food place,” Striker chuckled again at the hounds adorable, shocked face.

“I suppose…was it hard living like that?” Loona wondered curiously

“Nah, although I’ve done it my whole life so fer me it’s normal,” Striker explained

“Until now?” Loona inquired

“Yeah, I’ll admit it’s nice havin’ a place to come back too after a job other then a dirty motel room,” Striker agreed. Loona’s ears drooped as did her smile.

“Sorry for intruding on that…I know you’re not in town long…” Loona began guiltily

“Don’t start that, you are always welcome here. Now eat up,” Striker insisted

“Okay,” Loona agreed, ears perking back up as a small smile came back on her face.

Once Loona finished eating Striker stood up to help her get up from the couch, slinging the pajamas over his one shoulder. Loona had to admit she was impressed when Striker easily held her up with one arm till, she could get her balance, leaning on Striker as she limped to the bathroom. Striker set the hell hound on the toilet lid then folded her pajamas on the vanity before leaving, leaning against the wall right next to the bathroom door to wait till she was finished changing to help the young hound back to the couch. Striker glanced at the clock on the far wall by the kitchen’s entrance way revealing Blitz had been gone nearly three hours it wasn’t concerning considering they didn’t know who attacked Loona meaning Blitz would need to do recon before completing his task.

Loona opened the door drawing Striker’s attention back to the young hound, helping her once again to walk back to the couch where she sat gingerly on the opposite side she’d been before. Striker did his best to get her comfortable then sat down next to her, switching on the TV for them to watch. A short time later Striker noticed Loona’s breathing had picked up a bit and she kept wrinkling her nose creating a discomforted look on her face.

“Are Ya alright?” Striker asked

“Huh? Yeah…I’m fine…” Loona lied although her shaky tone betrayed her.

“Yer a bad liar…leg hurtin’ Ya?” Striker asked with a soft chuckle

“Hmm…yeah…it started throbbing,” Loona’s ears drooped as she averted her gaze with a slight pink blush crossing her face of embarrassment.

“Alright, stay here.” Striker stated pushing up from the couch, heading for the bathroom.

Upon returning Striker handed a bottle of pills to Loona followed by going to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water for her. Loona took 2 of the pills as Striker sat back down, crossing one leg over the other, draping an arm over the back of the couch. Evening soon set into the city as Striker scrolled on his phone when he felt a weight lean against him, sliding his gaze sideways he saw Loona had fallen asleep and leaned over onto his shoulder. Smiling warmly at the young hound, Striker carefully pulled the blanket up a little further on Loona as she nuzzled into his shoulder. Just before midnight Striker heard the door open, craning his neck to look over the couch Striker saw his mate come trudging through the door, blood cacked on his coat. Meeting eyes Striker made a shush gesture with a finger pressed to his lips which Blitz obeyed by gently shutting the door behind him.

“Is she okay?” Blitz whispered with a concerned tone to his voice

“Yeah,” Striker simply confirmed as Blitz came around the couch.

“Awe, you two are too cute,” Blitz teasingly cooed upon seeing Loona comfortably sleeping on Striker’s shoulder.  

“Shut the fuck up,” Striker lightly growled, face scrunching up irritably

“Ha-ha, anyway I’m gonna go take a shower,” Blitz quietly laughed, turning on his heel to head for the bathroom.

Once Blitz showered, he changed in the bedroom then emerged with a large comforter and two more pillows. Snuggling on the opposite side of Loona, Blitz gently carded his claws through the hound’s long hair eliciting a hum of approval from his adopted daughter.

“Ya get ‘em?” Striker asked nonchalantly

“Yep, every last bastard got a bullet right between the eyes,” Blitz snarled slightly as he confirmed

Striker let out a low chuckle as he pulled the comforter over himself while tapping his head against the back of the couch. Not too long passed before all three were asleep cuddled on the couch.    

[drades-lair]

MirrorMirror

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Rating: M for sexual content and swearing

Pairings: Blitzo/Striker

Loona scrolled her phone as she leaned back in her desk chair at the IMP office, ears perking when the main door to the office opened. Side glancing, she saw Striker come through the door, hunched over with his hands in his pockets and hat tipped low over his face prompting the hound to look up from her phone with an arched eyebrow. Loona could swear Striker was walking a little funny and she thought he was breathing a little heavy as well but apparently the imp sensed her gaze because he stopped to acknowledge her.

“Boss man in?” Striker asked only lifting his head a little

“Uh…yeah, he’s in his office…are you okay?” Loona asked

“Just fine lil lady,” Striker confirmed with a tip of his hat before heading to Blitz’s office door, rapping on it with the backs of his knuckles.

“Yeah, come in,” Blitz acknowledged from within prompting Striker to open the door to enter, pulling a stack of pictures from his pocket in the process.

“Hey Boss man, finished the latest job,” Striker stated tossing the pictures on the desk in front of Blitz after closing the door behind him.  

“Alright, well we don’t really have anything else lined up for the moment.” Blitz explained as a smirk spread on his features.

“Early day then, lucky me,” Striker commented with a little smirk on his own features, turning to leave Blitz’s office however just as his hand landed on the door handle Blitz spoke up.

“Wait! So…how are you feeling?” Blitz called after Striker making him jerk slightly. The question was asked with such smoothness that you could hear the smirk on Blitz’s face grow ten-fold as he looked up from the paperwork he’d been doing, leaning on one hand as a single finger tapped on the desktop.

“Humph, I’m fine,” Striker confidently declared with a huff as he turned back around.

“Really? Then take your hat off,” Blitz challenged as he stood from his chair to move around his desk to stand in front of Striker. The pale imp huffed again as he turned his face to the side but obliged in pulling his cowboy hat off revealing he had a red flush across his snout and cheeks. Blitz hummed reaching a hand forward to grab Striker’s crotch making the pale imp grunt with a half-hearted snarl.

“Huh, impressive thought you’d be harder by now,” Blitz commented

“I’ve got better control then that,” Striker retorted

“Apparently,” Blitz growled out, grabbing Striker’s chin to pull him into a deep kiss.

“Hmm, fuck,” Striker hissed as Blitz pulled back.

“Fucking pull your pants down and bend over my desk,” Blitz growled right into Striker’s ear. Striker groaned as a full body shiver shot from his head to his toes.

Blitz backed off a little waiting expectantly for Striker to obey his instructions although it took a moment Striker hesitantly began to undo his pants while walking over to the desk. Dropping his pants along with his underwear to the floor Striker planted his hands on the desk technically bent over yet it was a little defiant in nature. Blitz huffed a laugh at the defiant stance Striker took walking up behind him to grab the back of his neck firmly yet gently pushing till Striker gave in and started lowering further to the desk’s surface.

“All the way, I want your ass fully on display,” Blitz whispered low in Striker’s ear making the pale imp groan again as he bit his bottom lip, chest eventually pressing to the desk’s surface.

Blitz released Striker’s neck to caress down the curve of his back right to his ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal the source of Striker’s slight discomfort. Blitz wrapped his fingertips around the base of the black plug currently situated in Striker’s ass, giving it a slight twist eliciting a hiss from the other imp.

“Bet it was difficult keeping that concentration while riding on Bombproof with this inside you,” Blitz teased still twisting the plug from side to side slowly.

“Ugh…fuck…” Striker ground out through clenched teeth

“You know, for someone who wasn’t too into toys…you’ve been enjoying the last few we’ve used,” Blitz continued in a seductive tone, lightly pulling on the plug but no where near hard enough to pull it out.

“Fuck! Blitz!” Striker moaned, claws from one hand digging into the surface of the desk while his other arm was situated under his head allowing the imp to hide his face in the crook of his elbow.

“Do you remember what I told you last night? The rules?” Blitz hissed out as he licked a strip up Striker’s Right ass cheek.

“Y-yes…that if…ugh fuck…if I took it out, you’d…tie me up and not let me cum for two days,” Striker panted out.

“That’s correct…but you didn’t which means I think you’ve earned a reward. First though we need to fix this…” Blitz trailed off releasing the plug to move between Striker’s legs to grab his half hard cock, stroking a couple times only to pull off.

“Ugh! You fuckin’ tease! Come on!” Striker growled

“Calm down,” Blitz chuckled as he walked around the desk to rifle around in one of the drawers pulling out a bottle of lube, taking a moment to admire Striker’s current state. Striker was lightly biting on his forearm while lightly panting, face flushed a brighter shade of red from earlier, chest pressed to the desk’s surface as his ass was raised in the air, tail beginning to rattle as it swiped from side to side. Placing the lube on the desk’s top near Striker’s ass Blitz headed for the office door, flicking the lock so they wouldn’t be disturbed before returning behind Striker. Popping the lid on the lube Blitz drizzled some in his palm immediately wrapping that same palm around Striker’s cock to start pumping at a steady pace. Striker let out a breathy moan as he instinctively spread his legs a little more, forehead pressing to his forearm, mouth falling open as his eyes closed.

A few moments later Striker was fully hard prompting Blitz to pull away making Striker growl irritably turning into a gasp as Blitz drizzled some of the lube down over the plug, massaging around the base with his other hand to spread the lube. Placing the lube back on the desk Blitz grabbed the base of the plug again, twisting it then pulling lightly with constant pressure. Striker let out a long groan as Blitz slowly pulled on the plug till it popped free, Striker’s thighs shuddering as it slipped free of his ass and Blitz set it on the desk next to Striker. Panting heavily Striker didn’t have even a moment to recollect himself before hearing Blitz undo his own belt followed moments later by Blitz entering him with a single smooth thrust. Blitz leaned over Striker’s back with his hands on either side of Striker’s body on the desk’s surface for leverage.

“Time for your reward,” Blitz whispered, breath ghosting over the back of Striker’s neck.

“Oh fuck…yes…” Striker breathed out

Blitz didn’t hesitate to set up a brutally swift pace, leaning back at one point with a hand on Striker’s hip allowing him to thrust easily. Striker was a moaning mess in no time, biting down occasionally on his lower lip as his stomach clenched around the arousal quickly curling in his abdomen. Blitz slowed his movements out of nowhere eliciting a disapproving growl from Striker followed by a yelp as he was yanked into a standing position by a harsh tug to his bandana around his neck. Blitz’s tongue licked up Striker’s neck followed by some nipping bites.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Blitz whispered in a growling tone

Striker opened his mouth to respond only to be cut off by another gasp as Blitz hoisted Striker up under his knees, turning them around so Blitz was leaning against the desk. Striker’s hands grabbed the desks edge, confusion lacing his features until he looked ahead and a sudden heat of arousal as well as…embarrassment? Maybe, rose inside him. Blitz had only one mirror in his office and right now they were facing it, Striker could see Blitz buried to the hilt inside him along with his own hard arousal curled up to his stomach, dripping precum.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you…and you’re going to watch yourself cum,” Blitz’s smirk was so wide it practically split his face in two as he met Striker’s gaze in the mirror.

“Fuckin’ shit Blitz…” Striker breathed out his cock twitching at what Blitz was describing.

Blitz didn’t respond simply started thrusting again causing Striker to throw his head back with a gasping moan, they’d never had sex in this position before and Blitz was hitting spots Striker honestly didn’t even know were inside him. Claws digging into the edge of the desk Striker dipped his chin to his chest, eyes squeezing shut as Blitz brutally plowed up into him.

“Open your eyes!” Blitz growled, punctuating the instruction with a sharp bite to Striker’s nape.

“Fuck!” Striker exclaimed, eyes shooting open at the sharp pain only to let out a guttural groan at seeing himself being fucked so thoroughly.

“You…like…watching me…fuck you?” Blitz panted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, tongue lathing over the bite.

“F-fuck…Blitz…this angle…I’m not gonna…last long…” Striker panted out, already feeling his climax approaching.

Striker dipped his head to the side making certain to keep his gaze trained on the mirror as he’d been instructed. Clenching his teeth Striker let out a long groan as his climax hit, watching as long white strings of cum spilled from his own cock in the mirror. Blitz kept thrusting steadily till he too reached his climax, slamming up into Striker to spill his load deep in the other imp. Striker moaned as he watched Blitz’s cock pump cum into himself and how it dripped from him as Blitz pulled out. Gingerly setting Striker down the two of them leaned against the desk for a few moments as their breathing evened out and their legs became stable again. Blitz walked around his desk to pull out a couple cloths from his desk drawer, tossing one to Striker who caught it both using the pieces of cloth to clean up. Blitz tucked himself back into his jeans while Striker grabbed his pants off the ground where they’d landed once Blitz picked him up, slipping them back on.

“So…was it good?” Blitz inquired, smirk firmly back on his features

“Ha-ha, fuck yeah. Never thought of mirror sex,” Striker admitted, running a hand through his sweat-soaked white hair.  

“I’ve done it with partners a time or two usually gets their engines going,” Blitz chuckled

“Can’t argue there, anyway I’m goin’ home to shower. I’ll see Ya later, sugar,” Striker agreed putting his cowboy hat back on, unlocking the office door, opening and exiting the office.

Blitz grabbed the plug that was still on his desk and the lube bottle simply dropping them in a drawer of the desk before picking the paperwork up off the floor where it had landed to finish it.    

[drades-lair]

BlitzxStriker-baby chronicles

Fandom: helluva boss

Rating: T for swearing

Pairings: BlitzoxStriker

Notes: Blitz and Striker might be a little OOC in some fics.

These are a series of one shots about Striker and Blitz raising their new baby.

No Mpreg was involved in these fics.

What do you think?

 Blitz and Striker sat on the couch in the apartment casually watching TV while munching on some takeout food. Blitz was sitting cross legged on the couch while Striker sat with his legs stretched out on the table the duo had about a week of no jobs leaving them plenty of time together. Blitz shoveled another mouthful of food into his face, looking over at Striker briefly a question remerged in Blitz’s brain that had been marinating there for a while now causing Blitz to throw a downcast look at his takeout container.

“Hmm, somethin’ wrong darlin’?” Striker asked arching an eyebrow upon noticing his mate’s look.

“Uh…well…not wrong really…” Blitz trailed off

“Then what?” Striker persisted

“I-I have a question…and I’m not sure how you’ll feel about…what I want to ask,” Blitz stammered a little as he started rubbing the back of his neck, a habit Striker was used to seeing when Blitz was nervous.

“Ya know Ya can ask me anthin’ sugar,” Striker assured Blitz

“I know…alright…how would you feel about adopting a kid?” Blitz nervously asked, tone lowering as he actually spat out the question. Striker’s eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened, completely taken aback by the unexpected question.

“Ya want another kid?” Striker retorted

“Don’t get it twisted, I love Loony but…I always felt a little…disappointed that I missed out on her younger years,” Blitz admitted keeping his gaze firmly averted from Strikers.

“Blitz…I don’t know about this…I don’t think I’d be much of a dad,” Striker stated taking his turn to avert his gaze to the ground.

“Really? I think you’d make a great dad,” Blitz reassured Striker with a smile finally turning to look at his mate.

Striker went extremely quiet for a long while, staring at the floor with a solemn look on his face as he contemplated what Blitz was suggesting. Striker knew Blitz’s desire for a family after all it’s why he really started IMP to begin with and if Striker was being perfectly honest, he always wondered what it would be like to be a dad, but…he feared doing something wrong after all he’d never raised a child. A gentle hand cupping his cheek pulled Striker from his thoughts as Blitz crawled onto his lap, straddling the pale imp’s hips as the city imp wore a warm yet slightly concerned smile on his face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t realize this question would break you,” Blitz chuckled as Striker placed his hands on Blitz’s hips.

“Nah, that’s not it. Ya do realize Yer askin’ a lot of me, right?” Striker pointed out with a heavy sigh

“I know…but why do you think you’d be such a terrible dad?” Blitz asked

“Blitz, I’m not exactly a gentle guy. I’m set in my ways and I’m gruff…it’s not exactly the personality one wants around children,” Striker explained

“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit…when we’re together your plenty gentle and you care about me.” Blitz pointed out as he started lovingly kissing along Striker’s jaw down his neck.

“Hmm, Ya have more faith in me then I do,” Striker retorted, tilting his head to allow Blitz better access to his neck.

“Kind of my job as your mate,” Blitz chuckled continuing to kiss to Striker’s nape where he paused at the mating mark he’d placed there.

“Humph, Ya do realize raisin’ a kid is a big task. It’s not like raisin’ a teenager like Loona,” Striker pointed out.

“I know that…I think we can do it though,” Blitz confidently declared leaning back slightly to smile wide. Striker released a deep sigh of defeat then gave a little crooked smile to Blitz.

“Alright, darlin’, but no babies,” Striker insisted

“Nah, not really looking to raise a baby,” Blitz agreed then leaned in for a loving kiss with his mate.

 The Adoption

 Blitz was starting to drive Striker insane with this adoption thing thus when a job came up, he was grateful to leave for a week or two. Striker still had his reserves about the whole thing which weren’t helping either but regardless tomorrow he’d be headed back to his giddy mate for another round of appointments to go see kids Blitz had lined up. Laying on top of the blankets on the crappy wire motel room bed with one arm behind his head Striker texted Blitz letting him know he’d be on the way early tomorrow morning. Blitz responded rather quickly with a smile emoji that made Striker roll his eyes but also elicited a grin, another text showed up asking what they should have for dinner. Striker was about to respond when he heard a thud come from the room next door, his immediate conclusion was a couple getting it on especially in a shitty place like this but when a woman screamed Striker was immediately put on edge. Texting Blitz quickly Striker told his mate he’d be right back then placed his phone on the bed as he stood up, grabbing his pistol from the bedside table. A door slammed followed by the sound of quick foot falls heading away from Striker’s room, glancing out the smudged window through the broken blinds Striker noted 3 figures currently high tailing it down the stairs at the end of the balcony of the floor his along with several other rooms were situated on.

Striker left his room cautiously, instantly seeing the room they must have come from as the door of the room right next door to his was slightly ajar. Carefully Striker nudged the door open revealing a bloody sight, on the floor was an imp woman who’d been bludgeoned to death. Blood coated the motel room from floor to ceiling, Striker holstered his pistol although he felt sorry for this woman in the end it wasn’t his concern nor was there anything he could do now thus he turned to leave when another noise caught his attention. A small, muffled cry rang out in the quiet of the night, Striker turned back into the motel room glancing around trying to pinpoint where the cry was coming from…the kitchen. Striker headed into the small dingy kitchen realizing the cry was coming from a cabinet, opening the door his eyes went wide and he was taken aback. Laying bundled in a blanket stained with blood was a baby imp, not just any baby imp though…this little one looked like Striker. The imp was pale in complexion exactly like Striker, a serpent imp except instead of yellow eyes it had giant crimson eyes…they cried with their little hands reaching out seeking comfort, gently Striker reached down and scooped up the little one into his arms, cradling it against his chest as he glanced once more at the mother’s body.

Striker knew the baby wouldn’t survive if he left it and handing it over to anyone in this area was a bad idea in general, so he took the baby back to his room. Striker placed the child on his bed then checked his hell phone realizing there was about six text messages from Blitz wondering what was happening, Striker responded telling Blitz it was fine but that he had a surprise for when he got home tomorrow. Not bothering to see Blitz’s response Striker turned his attention to the baby currently cooing softly on his bed, checking the little one for wounds luckily finding none before cleaning…him up.

 …

 The next day…

Striker arrived home in the afternoon dropping his duffle on the floor next to the door, toeing off his boots then closing said door when Blitz came out of the bedroom. Blitz’s cheery smile swiftly fell as he furrowed his brows into a confused expression upon seeing Striker cradling a tiny bundle in his arms.

“Um…what’s that?” Blitz inquired pointing at the bundle.

“The surprise…” Striker trailed off as he gently unraveled the blanket to reveal the tiny baby boy.

“Huh? Did…did you steal a baby?” Blitz questioned in a serious tone

“NO! His mother was killed in the room next to mine last night…I-I couldn’t just leave him there,” Striker stammered averting his gaze from Blitz.

“Oh…wait…does this mean…?” Blitz hesitantly trailed off

“Why do Ya think I brought him home?” Striker retorted returning his gaze to Blitz

Blitz’s face lit up with joy as he gently reached out to take the baby from Striker, cradling the sleeping little one in his arms. Striker leaned down to open his duffle revealing a couple bags of baby supplies he’d picked up on the way home. Grabbing one of the bags he headed to the kitchen to put the supplies away as well as make up a bottle for the baby. Upon returning Striker found Blitz sitting on the couch with the baby, rocking it gently as he watched TV.

“He’s gonna need a name,” Striker stated as he sat down next to Blitz, handing the bottle over.

“Yeah, any ideas?” Blitz prompted as he put the bottle’s nipple to the baby’s lips which he took and began to suckle.

“What about…Damian,” Striker snickered

“No, we are not naming him after a demonic child in a human film,” Blitz retorted, narrowing his eyes and puffing his cheeks in annoyance.

“Ha-ha, I was jokin’ darlin’…how’s about…Kaiden?” Striker chuckled

“Hmm…I like that, Kaiden…” Blitz trailed off looking down at the baby in his arms.

“Alright, Kaiden it is,” Striker declared

“By the way I thought we agreed no babies,” Blitz teased being partially serious but partially joking.

“We did…apparently somethin’ else had other ideas,” Striker confirmed in a matter-of-fact way.

Blitz chuckled then settled back with the baby so they could watch TV together.

Late nights

Striker awoke to the sound of their new little one crying, blinking against the haze of sleep he grabbed his phone from the bedside table, squinting at the bright screen when it turned on. The home screen revealed the time to be 1:15 in the morning causing him to groan while running a hand over his face as he sat up, white hair sticking in all directions. Blitz was snoring beside Striker making the pale imp smile sleepily before slipping from the bed, pulling on a pair of loose-fitting jogging pants over his boxer briefs he'd been sleeping in. Moving out of the bedroom he headed to the living room where they had the baby’s crib set up next to the television, clicking on the small lamp that sat by the crib revealing the crying little imp. Leaning over the crib Striker shushed the little one, scooping Kaiden into his arms then pulling the baby boy against his chest while walking towards the kitchen to make a bottle.

Striker leaned against the counter gently patting Kaiden on the back as he waited for the bottle to warm up, trying to keep the little one from crying because Blitz had been working double shifts the last few days along with helping with the baby. Striker didn’t want Blitz waking up on the one night he had to rest unfortunately Kaiden wasn’t being cooperative, fussing more then usual until Striker released an unintentional nervous rattle from his tail. Kaiden stopped fussing to look at Striker’s tail that had coiled around to his right-side hovering midair, shivering at the end producing the sound. Repositioning Kaiden so he was cradled in Striker’s one arm he hovered his tail above the little imp and created the unique rattling noise he’d learned to do when he was but a child himself. Kaiden cooed happily as his little hands reached for the appendage although Striker assured to keep it just out of reach, he as well as blitz had already learned that babies and tails don’t mix.

Once the bottle was finished heating Striker picked it up then moved back to the couch making sure to close the bedroom door on the way by. Settling on the couch the pale imp leaned back with Kaiden cradled in one arm as he began to feed the little one who made happy little coos. Propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch Striker started humming an absent tune. Once Kaiden finished the bottle Striker put the bottle on the coffee table, repositioned the baby onto his shoulder to burp him then walked over to the crib to change him before settling the little one back down. Striker didn’t leave simply settled back on the couch with his phone to make sure Kaiden fell asleep, fully intending on going back to the bedroom once their baby was back asleep however Striker didn’t make it there. Striker closed his eyes while waiting for Kaiden to fall asleep and instead fell asleep himself, chin tipped to his chest and arms crossed over his chest.

Kaiden slept till the early morning when Blitz emerged from the bedroom with a long stretch and a loud yawn. Blitz smiled warmly at seeing Striker asleep on the couch as he made his way over to the crib to see Kaiden just waking up with a little yawn. Blitz picked the little one up before he could start fussing and went to make two coffees as well as a bottle for Kaiden. Rocking Kaiden gently as Blitz waited for the drinks to be ready a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his waist followed by Striker’s chin coming to rest on Blitz’s shoulder.

“Mornin’ Darlin’, sleep well?” Striker sleepily asked placing a kiss to Blitz’s cheek.

“I did but apparently you didn’t…why didn’t you wake me up to help with the baby?” Blitz asked turning to acknowledge Striker’s sleepy expression.

“Wasn’t necessary, besides it was the first night Ya had to sleep in over a week,” Striker explained keeping his hands on Blitz’s hips as the other imp turned to face him, thumbs rubbing lightly over Blitz’s skin just above his pants waistband.

“Still…” Blitz trailed off looking down at Kaiden

“Blitz, I know Ya raised Loona by Yer self but that’s not how it is anymore…Yer not alone anymore,” Striker assured his mate, tapping their foreheads together as he nuzzled lightly against Blitz’s face.

“Yeah…I guess,” Blitz chuckled lightly

“Now, let me get the coffees while you get the bottle,” Striker stated as he gently pushed Blitz to the side to gain access to the counter where the coffee was brewing.

The three settled on the couch with Blitz feeding little Kaiden while Striker sipped his coffee, setting Blitz’s coffee on the table. Flicking on the TV they watched for a while till Kaiden was napping in Blitz’s arms.

“So…I’ve been meaning to bring this up…” Blitz began as he trailed off

“What’s that, Sugar?” Striker asked in acknowledgment

“Well, I think it’s clear but…we’re going to need a bigger place, this place is fine while Kaiden is little but once he get’s bigger…” Blitz trailed off

“I was thinkin’ about that myself…it’s expensive in the city…” Striker trailed off

“Yeah, I know…but maybe if we save up for a bit…” Blitz hung his head as he thought about how much they’d need to save just to afford a small apartment.

“Blitz…I may have the solution, wait here,” Striker stood from the couch heading for the bedroom instantly drawing Blitz’s attention, arching an eyebrow curiously. Striker came back a short time later handing a picture to Blitz who furrowed his brow in confusion as he took it. The picture was of a cabin style house in what looked like the middle of nowhere.

“What’s this?” Blitz asked curiously

“Potentially our new place, I…I built it about 3 years ago,” Striker explained settling back on the couch next to Blitz.

“You…built this? Wow, where is it? Is it big enough?” Blitz asked

“It’s only about 2 hours outside the city and it’s got 3 rooms, so it’d be perfect for us,” Striker answered

“Only 2 hours from the city, that means I’d still be able to run IMP. This is perfect.” Blitz happily exclaimed looking up at Striker with the biggest grin across his face.

“So, we’re movin’?” Striker wondered

“Yes, we’ll start setting things up to move immediately,” Blitz confirmed trying to keep his excitement to a minimum to not wake their napping little one.

“Alright Darlin’, I’ll not take jobs for a little while to get us moved,” Striker chuckled settling back against the couch to watch TV with his mate and baby.

  Introductions

 Three weeks had passed since Striker had brought home Kaiden yet between working, taking care of Kaiden and now prepping to move Blitz hadn’t had any time to tell anyone. Thus, you can imagine the all-around shock when Striker came to the IMP office with some fast food that Blitz had requested for lunch carrying Kaiden. There was a string of questions that followed Striker as he pushed passed the 3 simply wanting to get to Blitz’s office with the food, setting it on his desk as the office swiftly became crowded. Blitz realized immediately that he’d never told anyone about Kaiden and rubbed a hand over his tired face earning him a sympathetic look from Striker, although he’d tried to stay in imp city or nearby most of Striker’s jobs had been out of town meaning he’d be gone for a week or so leaving Blitz alone with the baby as well as his own work.  

“When did you have a baby? How did you have a baby?” Moxxie inquired pointing to Striker almost accusingly. Striker’s expression turned to an exasperated irritated one, an eyebrow arched as he frowned at the little imp.

“Are Ya serious? Plus, why would Ya assume it was me?” Striker asked

“Because it looks most like you,” Moxxie stated using that irritating logical tone

“We didn’t have a baby…look I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys,” Blitz briefly stated with exhaustion lacing his tone.

“When the fuck were you going to tell me? I think I should have been the first considering it’s practically my sibling,” Loona irritably asked, arms crossed over her chest as she pouted.

“We’ve been a lil busy,” Striker stated clearly getting more irritated by the minute at the lack of sympathy for Blitz.

“Alright! That’s enough!” Millie suddenly spoke up, climbing up onto Blitz’s desk earning her surprised looks from the entire room.

“Mills?” Blitz questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“Everyone back off a bit can’t Yall see Blitz is clearly exhausted, poor thing has probably been run off his feet,” Millie pointed out drawing the groups attention towards Blitz and for the first time they actually noticed the dark circles under his eyes and how he seemed rather subdued compared to his usual personality.

“Appreciate that Mildred,” Striker acknowledged moving around the desk to place a hand on his mate’s shoulder.

“No problem, now let me see that baby,” Millie cooed with a big smile, tapping her way across the desk.

Striker nodded gently unwrapping Kaiden further to allow Millie a better look at the little one, she squealed quietly as she reached out to take him. Everyone was now watching Millie with questioning looks.

“What?” Millie asked turning to Loona and Moxxie.

“Why are you so giddy?” Loona asked.

“I have several younger siblin’s and I used to love takin’ care of them when they were babies,” Millie explained

“Anyway…Official introductions I suppose, we adopted? Found? I don’t know! A baby, his names Kaiden,” Blitz awkwardly introduced

“What do Ya mean Ya found him?” Millie inquired

“I found ‘im, we were already talkin’ about adoptin’ but while I was on a job in the room next to mine an imp woman got ‘er self killed. I found the baby squirreled away in a kitchen cabinet, I couldn’t leave him there,” Striker explained

“Was she similar to you?” Moxxie inquired referring to how the baby looked.

“No, she looked like a normal city imp.” Striker answered simply

“Serpent imps aren’t exactly common, it’s ironic Ya found this little one,” Millie stated with a chuckle

“Loonie, you want to come say hi to your little brother?” Blitz asked gesturing to Kaiden in Millie’s arms.

Loona awkwardly approached not sure how to act around a baby, taking a sniff once close enough. Kaiden locked his big crimson eyes on Loona’s ears as they wiggled causing him to giggle, his little hands fisting in the air towards them. Loona couldn’t help the little smile that crossed her lips, shaking her head she pulled back with a firm scowl back on her features.

“Whatever, guess he’s cute. I don’t baby sit though,” Loona firmly stated

“Well, while you’re all here there’s one more thing, I want you to know. We’re moving!” Blitz announced as he stood up.

“Moving? Where?” Millie asked curiously, gently bouncing Kaiden in her arms.

“Only a couple hours outside Imp city so I’ll still be running IMP, it’s just a bigger place,” Blitz explained practically beaming.

“Good for the two of Ya,” Millie smiled back when Kaiden started to fuss.

“He’s probably hungry,” Blitz stated reaching into one of his desk drawers to pull out a premade bottle.

Millie gently passed Kaiden to Blitz who cradled him, offering the bottle which the little one took happily. Striker stood right beside Blitz a little protectively, the large group of individuals in the room had him feeling a little agitated. Millie smiled as she noticed Striker being protective of Blitz and Kaiden then moved closer to Moxxie and Loona.

“Alright everyone, let’s get back to work,” Millie encouraged, flipping her hands in a shooing gesture.

“Yeah, yeah,” Loona groused

Moxxie helped Millie down from the desk as they left together, closing Blitz’s office door behind them so that Blitz and Striker could have some privacy with Kaiden. Alone now Striker calmed a bit, moving to lay out their food so they could eat once Kaiden was finished. Blitz rubbed his eyes wearily as he ate earning a worried look from Striker.

“How’s about after we’re done eatin’, I take Ya home,” Striker suggested

“I still have work to do,” Blitz stated in an exhausted tone

“It can wait sugar, yer exhausted,” Striker worriedly encouraged

“I guess…I could leave it for Moxxie to do,” Blitz decided finishing his lunch.

“Good, come on Darlin’,” Striker smiled, cradling Kaiden as Blitz followed him out of the office heading to the parking lot where Bombproof was waiting.

  Growing Pains

 Blitz awoke with a groan as the sound of Kaiden crying radiated from down the hall, clumsily grabbing his phone off the bedside table he squinted at the bright screen, 2:15 in the morning. Groaning again Blitz ran a hand over his face after putting his phone back on the bedside table.

“Striker?” Blitz slurred slightly in his sleepy haze

“Yeah, I’m awake,” Striker responded in a groggy voice

Blitz started slipping from the bed as Striker sat up while running a hand through his messy white hair before following Blitz’s lead in getting out of bed. The duo slipped on some pajama pants then headed down the short hallway to the second room that was Kaiden’s. They’d managed to finally get moved into the cabin giving the three of them much more space not to mention Kaiden his own room. The cabin was completely made from wood with two rooms down this hallway in the back along with the bathroom, a trap door in the roof that led to the third loft room, a gally style kitchen was pretty much right off the front door next to a closet and the living area was right across from the kitchen. Blitz pushed open the door to Kaiden’s room with Striker following close behind as they moved towards his crib, Blitz scooping the little one up as he cried.

“He’s barely slept tonight,” Striker commented, placing a hand on Blitz’s hip as he stood right beside him looking down at Kaiden in Blitz’s arms.

“I know…we’ve tried everything though and he just barely gets to sleep before waking back up. Do you think there’s something wrong?” Blitz asked with clear worry lacing his tone.

“He’s not feverish and he’s not coughing or sneezing…everything seems normal except he won’t stay asleep,” Striker noted

“There’s no way he’s hungry…Ouch!” Blitz exclaimed after letting Kaiden put his finger in his mouth.

“What?” Striker asked, arching a brow in confusion at his mate’s sudden exclamation.

“Huh? Oh, I-I think he’s teething,” Blitz concluded looking in Kaiden’s mouth after being bitten

“Teethin’? Oh, that would explain a lot,” Striker stated

The duo took their little one into the living room with Blitz settling on the couch with Kaiden as Striker went to the kitchen, making coffee for him and Blitz while grabbing a kitchen towel and putting some ice cubes in it. Blitz rocked Kaiden in his arms when the little one’s tail came around twitching irritably, gently caressing down the little appendage Blitz discovered there were a few red marks near it’s base. Striker came around placing Blitz’s coffee on the table while handing the towel with ice to Blitz instructing him to let Kaiden suck on it.

“Okay, um…look at this,” Blitz stated, showing Kaiden’s tail to Striker while gently giving the ice filled towel to Kaiden who sucked happily. Striker took a look easily noticing the little red marks causing him to furrow his brow in question, running his thumb over them revealed there were little bumps.

“Hmm, not sure…he might have caught it,” Striker assumed

“Maybe…where did you learn the ice thing?” Blitz wondered as he watched Kaiden relax as he sucked on the ice filled towel.

“I remember my father doing it for me, I was a late teether,” Striker chuckled

“Oh, well it seems to be working,” Blitz chuckled in turn

After hours of crying Kaiden finally settled down to get some sleep allowing the two tired imps to also get some sleep. Morning broke far too soon for both Blitz and Striker’s liking, but they had to get up to check on Kaiden who at first seemed fine however upon closer inspection Blitz noticed some blood stains around the crib.

“Fuck! I think he’s bleeding!” Blitz exclaimed pulling Kaiden from the crib which instantly revealed not only where the blood was coming from but an explanation to Kaiden being so cranky.

“What the…are those…spines?” Striker asked after having come to Blitz’s side rather swiftly upon hearing their baby could be bleeding. Kaiden had small amounts of blood trickling down his arms, tail and back all originating from spines that had protruded from his skin. The small bumps from the night before on his tail near the base had erupted into several triangular spines like Striker’s own, just above each elbow a little pointed black spine had also emerged and finally two black spines had emerged right between his shoulder blades. Kaiden at this point from being jostled around started to cry making Blitz feel a little guilty as he was pretty sure it was because he’d moved the little one two quickly leading to some discomfort.

“I’m sorry…Sshh,” Blitz apologized as he shushed the little imp who he pulled into his chest.

“Huh, guess with the teethin’ that’s why he was so upset last night,” Striker concluded with a sympathetic look to their little one.

Blitz nodded in agreement as he headed out of Kaiden’s room towards the bathroom with Striker in toe so they could clean Kaiden up. After the little one was clean, they took Kaiden to the living room to be fed while Striker and Blitz settled in to watch some crap TV for a little while before hopefully putting Kaiden down for a nap so they could get a little more sleep as well.

  Judgment

 Kaiden started to grow quickly making it easier for Striker and Blitz to take him out mostly on shopping trips but still it was better then being couped up in the house all the time. Walking through the store Striker picked up the items they needed while Blitz held Kaiden who looked around in amazement at everything and everyone. Striker at one point remembered something from a previous isle they’d forgotten thus he told Blitz to stay put while he went to retrieve it which Blitz did, looking at the magazine’s when an all too familiar yet unwanted voice rang out from behind him.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Blitzo!” Verosika’s voice chimed

“Oh shit! Seriously, what the fuck are you doing here whore?” Blitz groused with a little wince as he turned to see the succubus walking right for him.

“Eeww, what the fuck is that?” Verosika scowled upon seeing Kaiden in Blitz’s arms.

“It’s a baby you bitch!” Blitz retorted, pulling Kaiden just a little closer.

“Seriously, first the hound now…whatever that is? Aren’t you through fucking up other people’s lives yet?” Verosika asked in a venomous tone

“Hey! I don’t give a fuck what you say about me but don’t you fucking dare treat Kaiden like he’s some gross thing!” Blitz growled out

“Humph, it doesn’t even look like a baby. Might as well be a piece of gutter trash especially in your…” Verosika began only to be slapped square across the face. Utter shock crossed the succubus’s face as Blitz stood snarling at her, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his hand hovering midair where it had stopped after slapping her.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth about Kaiden!” Blitz snarled out as he brought his hand back to help cradle Kaiden.

“You little shit! How dare you?” Verosika exclaimed raising a hand to attack Blitz who quickly shifted to protect Kaiden when a firm hand wrapped around Verosika’s wrist mid motion.

“Now, now that wouldn’t be a good idea lil lady,” Striker’s smooth southern drawl firmly suggested as the succubus turned her head in shock.

“Striker,” Blitz breathed out in relief at seeing his mate.

Striker released Verosika’s wrist as he walked over to join Blitz with his tail rattling, yet he gave a sweet kiss to Blitz’s forehead then to Kaiden’s. Striker had heard about Verosika from Blitz but up until now they’d not met, needless to say Verosika was in shock upon seeing Striker affectionately kiss both Blitz and Kaiden.

“Somethin’ we can do for Ya?” Striker inquired as Verosika stood slack jawed

“No way! There is no fucking way that a selfish no-good shit like you is with him!” Verosika barked out in jealousy, pointing to Striker.

“Well, we are, and you’d do best to watch what Ya say about my mate,” Striker warned with a low hiss as his tail rattled louder and started to coil around Blitz’s waist.

“Humph, whatever! You can have the bastard but as word of warning, sooner or later he’ll fucking leave you,” Verosika spat before turning on her heels to leave.

Striker watched Verosika till the succubus was well out of eyesight, snarling the entire time as his tail tightly coiled around Blitz who’d gone uncharacteristically quiet. Once Verosika was gone Striker turned his attention to Blitz and Kaiden, the little imp was happily cooing in Blitz’s arms blissfully unaware of the drama that had just gone down, but Blitz had bowed his head with a deep frown on his lips and his brow deeply furrowed. Striker set the basket he’d been holding onto the ground so he could get in front of Blitz easier, pulling the city imp closer till they were nearly chest to chest.

“Hey, Ya alright?” Striker asked gently cupping Blitz’s cheek with one hand.

“It’s not true,” Blitz whispered out nearly too quiet to be heard

“What?” Striker asked, furrowing his brow in question

“You know it’s not true, right? I won’t leave you,” Blitz repeated, looking up at Striker with glassy eyes.

“Of course, I know that Darlin’. Now come on, let’s go home,” Striker encouraged, pecking Blitz on the forehead again before uncoiling his tail and picking up the basket.

“Yeah, let’s go home,” Blitz agreed allowing a small smile to spread across his face as he followed Striker.

Things still weren’t settled though with Blitz and Striker could sense his mate’s distress for the rest of the day till finally they put Kaiden down for the evening. Blitz was laying on his side in their bed slightly curled up absently scrolling through his phone, a frown on his face when Striker walked in. Letting out a huff Striker moved to settle on the bed next to Blitz, gently rubbing a hand over his mate’s back.

“Do Ya wanna talk about it?” Striker inquired

“Not really…” Blitz trailed off, turning his phone off to place it on the bedside table but he didn’t turn to face Striker merely remained curled up facing away from him.

“Ya sure Darlin’?” Striker asked again this time receiving a heavy sigh from Blitz

“I won’t leave you and I’m not going to screw up Kaiden’s life…right?” Blitz whispered out in a shaky tone.

“Of course not, don’t listen to that bitch! What the fuck does she know?” Striker assured Blitz moving his hand from Blitz’s back to his shoulder.

“I am selfish though…” Blitz began only to feel Striker gently tug on his shoulder

“Hey! Come on now, don’t start that…look at me,” Striker encouraged till Blitz did as instructed, turning around to face Striker revealing his eyes were filled with tears.

Striker gently pulled Blitz to his chest, coiling his long tail around Blitz’s own as the crimson imp buried his face into Striker’s collarbone, inhaling his scent. Striker placed a loving kiss to Blitz’s forehead then nuzzled him.

“Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere and neither am I…I love Ya Blitz,” Striker whispered against Blitz’s horns

“I love you too,” Blitz returned the sentiment, nuzzling against his mate’s collarbone

“Atta boy,” Striker chuckled softly as he brought a hand under Blitz’s chin, pulling back a little to tip it upwards into a loving kiss. Blitz returned the kiss as one of his hands came up to cup Striker’s cheek.

They shared the kiss for a while till Blitz gently pushed Striker onto his back to crawl on top of him, straddling the pale imp’s hips. They’re hands gently started to explore further leading to perhaps one of the gentlest and most loving sessions of sex they’d ever had ending with Blitz falling asleep on Striker’s chest.  

 Growing Boy

Blitz was amazed at how quickly Kaiden grew in one year not to mention the unique characteristics he began developing. Around Kaiden’s eyes he developed a crimson hue near his temples, the same hue also spread to each spike mingling with his pale complexion as if dusted with a deep blush in those spots and his hair started growing in, but it was almost silver in color instead of just white. Kaiden also started to walk taking unsteady steps all around the cabin that had Blitz panic covering every potentially sharp corner or edge in the entire place and if Striker hadn’t put his two senses in Blitz would’ve strapped pillows to Kaiden. Striker had the mind set that kids got hurt period and there was nothing you could do except patch them up or help them back on their feet whereas Blitz was that worried mother hen.

Striker lounged on the couch casually scrolling through his phone with a cigarette in his mouth while his tail was wrapped firmly around Kaiden’s waist as the little imp wobbly walked around the living area. Blitz had been out getting groceries but when he walked in to see Striker allowing Kaiden to walk around so casually with out intense supervision his brow instantly furrowed in annoyance, lips pursing at the same time. Blitz dropped the bags at the door getting Striker’s attention a smile forming on his face as he put his phone down beside himself on the couch and pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. Striker prepared for a kiss as Blitz walked towards him only to furrow his brow in confused surprise as Blitz walked right past him to Kaiden, scooping the little one up prompting the pale imp to release his tail.

“Hey? What’s wrong?” Striker asked instantly pushing up from the couch as he sensed his mate’s irritation.

“Could you at least try to take Kaiden’s safety seriously?” Blitz asked with irritation dripping from his tone.

“He was fine Blitz, I had him with my tail and if he fell it wasn’t like he was goin’ to go very far,” Striker rolled his eyes at the realization of the source of his mate’s irritation.

“He can still get hurt!” Blitz exclaimed

“How many times do I have to tell Ya Blitz, kids get hurt it’s part of them bein’ kids,” Striker shot back getting irritated now.

“I know what you’ve said but you know what it sounds like to me. Like you don’t fucking care!” Blitz barked back

“Seriously! I do care! I’m just not some hover parent!” Striker retorted irritably

Kaiden started crying from the tone of the argument going on causing Blitz to cradle him with a series of shushing sounds while Striker growled under his breath irritably. Striker turned to head for the door grabbing his hat from the coat rack on the way.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Blitz wondered, tone swapping from irritated to confused

“Out!” Striker barked over his shoulder before opening then slamming the door behind him.

“Striker! Wait!” Blitz called after his irate mate only to be left with Kaiden crying in his arms. A deep frown came over Blitz’s features as his eyebrows furrowed upwards.

Blitz settled Kaiden down then placed the little one in his crib to play while Blitz set about putting away the groceries all while horrible thoughts ran rampant through his mind. They’d been fighting a lot recently especially over this whole situation with Kaiden getting hurt, Blitz couldn’t help the little thought that crept into his brain ‘what if he never comes back?’, ‘He’s not coming back’. Blitz shook his head trying to get rid of the thought because Striker wouldn’t leave him and Kaiden…would he? Blitz was quickly pulled from these destructive thoughts by the sound of Kaiden’s screaming cry from his room. Dropping everything on the spot Blitz ran into the room to find Kaiden crying as he was partially hanging by his tail which was caught in the gap of the crib’s headboard and the side piece with the slats on it. Blitz knelt to pull Kaiden onto his lap giving just enough leverage for him to get the little imp’s tail free however it became clear instantly that it was broken.

Kaiden cried into Blitz’s chest clearly in pain and Blitz lost all sense of what to do, logically Blitz knew he needed to treat the injury but emotionally he didn’t want to cause any further pain to his little one. Blitz began gently rocking Kaiden while making soothing little noises trying to calm the terrified and pain riddled little imp to little avail. Blitz felt tears prick the corners of his eyes as he wished Striker were there if nothing else for comfort…but he’d driven him away…his mate wasn’t coming back.

 …

 Striker put Bombproof back in his stable in the small barn after a couple hours of fresh air he’d realized how stupid he’d been. Blitz could be a little hard-headed about things especially when it came to Kaiden, but he hadn’t deserved Striker’s attitude earlier and he certainly didn’t deserve being left alone with a crying baby. Guilt riddled Striker trudged up onto the wrap around balcony, opening the door only to throw it open upon hearing the unusual screaming cry of Kaiden coming from inside. Running straight to Kaiden’s room Striker screeched to a halt at the door, eyes widening in confused concern at seeing Blitz kneeling on the ground with Kaiden in his arms as he cried in a tone that told Striker the little imp was in pain.

“What happened?” Striker asked, panic lacing his voice as he took a knee next to Blitz.

“Y-You came back…” Blitz all but whimpered out as he looked up at Striker with tears in his eyes.

“What? Of course, I…look, what happened?” Striker pressed despite being completely confused by both Blitz’s comment as well as the current situation happening in front of him.

“Um…I think his tail’s broken…I don’t know what to do?” Blitz whimpered again looking at where Kaiden’s tail was currently limply laying half on Blitz’s lap and on the floor.

“Okay…come on Darlin’, let’s go to the bedroom so I can get a better look,” Striker suggested helping Blitz to his feet but as soon as Kaiden’s tail moved the baby boy screamed again in agony.

“Hush…it’s okay Kaiden…” Blitz tried to ease, rubbing the little one’s back.

Once in the bedroom Blitz laid Kaiden on the bed with his tail flat on the mattress while Striker went to the bathroom to retrieve a few things. Striker returned placing the items he’d gotten on the bed followed by tossing his hat onto the floor followed by his gloves then gently he took a good look at Kaiden’s tail revealing there was indeed a bad break right in the middle of it. Striker grimaced at what would need to be done if it was to heal properly.

“Hold the end of his tail for me,” Striker instructed Blitz, repositioning he was kneeling right against the edge of the bed with Kaiden curled into his chest while Blitz went to the end of the bed to firmly hold the tip of Kaiden’s tail.

“Okay, now what?” Blitz asked

“Don’t let him curl it up or move it towards me at all…no matter what,” Striker firmly instructed

Blitz was confused for a moment until Striker grabbed a butter knife, he’d clearly grabbed from the kitchen and some gaze. Blitz braced himself as Striker grabbed firmly to either side of the broken area of Kaiden’s tail then pulled in opposing directions causing a clicking sound followed by the intense scream of Kaiden against Striker’s chest. Striker swiftly positioned the butter knife along Kaiden’s tail then wrapped some tape and gaze to secure it in place as Kaiden fisted his little hands in Striker’s shirt. Once finished Striker gently wrapped his arms around Kaiden gingerly maneuvering the little one till he was under the pale imp’s chin, gently patting him on the back while making shushing sounds.

“Sshh…it’s alright…I’m finished,” Striker cooed as Kaiden huddled into his collarbone still sobbing with little hiccups. Blitz had released Kaiden’s tail but he turned away as tears began to fall from his eyes as his emotions overwhelmed him.

“I-I’m going to go get some ice…I’ll be back,” Blitz announced quickly leaving the bedroom before Striker could say anything.

Striker managed to settle Kaiden down enough to secure his tail to his back with some gaze, so it wasn’t moving around so much and lay the little one in the middle of the bed. Blitz returned indeed with some ice in a towel for Kaiden’s tail but his eyes were also swollen and puffy from crying which was something that didn’t go unnoticed by Striker. Blitz was about to walk right past Striker when a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist instantly pulling him against Striker’s firm torso as the pale imp took the ice from Blitz to place it on the bed.

“Blitz…did Ya think I’d left Ya?” Striker asked causing Blitz to avert his gaze.

“When you left…I thought you wouldn’t come back…” Blitz trailed off in a shaky tone

“I’m so sorry Darlin’…I didn’t mean to hurt Ya…I never shoulda said the things I did…” Striker apologized as he tapped his forehead to Blitz’s.

“I’m just as bad…I accused you of all that shit and here Kaiden gets hurt while I’m watching him…” Blitz whimpered as he gave in to his longing for his mate, wrapping his arms around Striker for comfort.

“Hush…I love Ya Blitz and I’ll never leave Ya…I promise,” Striker assured Blitz as he kissed his mate’s forehead and embraced him back.

The duo broke from the embrace after a moment, Striker grabbing the towel filled with ice as they both moved to crawl onto either side of Kaiden on the bed. Gently Striker pressed the ice to Kaiden’s tail as the little one curled up under the blanket still sniffling slightly as he dosed on the cusp of sleep.

Luckily Kaiden was still young and growing which allowed his tail to heal quickly and within a week it was almost completely healed with no sign it had ever been broken.    

[drades-lair]

Flirty Drunk

Fandom: Helluva boss

Rating: T for language

Pairings: Blitzo x Striker

The bar was the usual dive Blitz would take the IMP gang too however tonight he was paying for the drinks as it was IMP’s anniversary. Striker had tagged along because he was in town although he appreciated what Blitz had done in starting his business, hanging out with his employees had never really been up Striker’s alley but by this point Blitz was so glad he’d talked the pale imp into joining them. Striker sat at the bar with the others with the dorkiest smile on his face while promptly flirting with Moxxie who was getting more uncomfortable by the minute meanwhile Blitz was trying desperately not to burst out into hysterical laughter. Apparently, the IMP crew hadn’t seen Striker in this state before because they were all looking at him in confused disbelief, Blitz on the other hand had seen this before granted not often though. Striker normally didn’t drink enough to get piss ass drunk but tonight was one of those nights he had and when he drank too much his personality took a 180, turning the gruff assassin into a flirty whore.

“Okay, cowboy. Let’s get you home before you trigger an orgy,” Blitz teased through small fits of laughter, paying their tab Blitz helped his far too drunk mate of his stool then out to a taxi.

“Hmm…anything you say, sugar. I’ll show Ya a fine time back at Yer place,” Striker stated giving a lop-sided smirk.

Blitz was nearly in tears trying to hold back his laughter at just how cringy Striker was being, but he managed and was able to get them up the stairs without one of them falling. Blitz opened his apartment door one handed as he helped Striker inside using his foot to close the door behind them. Striker was nuzzling into Blitz’s neck by this point planting sloppy kisses there as the other imp attempted to sit his drunk mate on the couch only to be pulled down onto Striker’s lap.

“Where…Ya goin’ sugar?” Striker asked, his southern drawl deepening from his current state.

“Ha-ha, easy there cowboy. You are far too drunk,” Blitz chuckled as he managed to wiggle free

“Come on Darlin’, let’s have some fun,” Striker slightly whined as Blitz went to grab some pajamas for Striker from the bedroom.

“As tempting as that is I doubt we’d have much ‘fun’ before your piss drunk ass passed out,” Blitz laughed again as he came out carrying a pair of cotton pajama pants.

Blitz helped Striker change although it wasn’t easy as the pale imp kept nuzzling him and kissing him while adding showers of compliments and praises. Once finally changed Blitz hauled Striker into the bedroom where moments after placing his mate in the bed, he was out like a light finally leaving Blitz in peace to get ready for bed still laughing to himself.

 The next morning…

 Striker groaned loudly as his head pounded, hand coming up to cover his eyes as his stomach protested to the alcohol consumed the night before. Sitting up Striker managed to keep the contents of his stomach in place although the movement did nothing for his horrendous headache nor the cheery greeting that came as Blitz entered the bedroom.

“Hey Babe, had a good night?” Blitz chuckled

“Ugh, fuck off,” Striker groused running a hand through his messy white hair.

“That’s not what you said last night, here.” Blitz smirked as he handed a cup of black coffee to Striker followed by a bottle of Aspirin.

“Shit, how much did I drink?” Striker wondered as he accepted the items, popping the lid on the pills.

“Lots and by the look of it that finishing bottle of tequila wasn’t a good idea huh?” Blitz chuckled again

Striker gave another groan as he downed two pills with the black coffee then managed to stand up, brushing past Blitz to head for the bathroom. Blitz continued to grin as he heard the shower start up then headed to the kitchen to grab his own mug of coffee. Another thing that always impressed Blitz was Striker’s rebound period from hang overs basically once he was out of the shower the pale imp was over his hang over (partially thanks to the pain meds he took). Striker placed his almost empty mug on the bedside table as he stood in a towel sifting through the dresser for a pair of pants when two hands came to rest on his hips. Glancing over his shoulder Striker saw Blitz with a huge smirk on his face followed by him sucking a hickey to Striker’s nape eliciting a short moan from the other imp.

“Can I help Ya?” Striker asked as he turned to face Blitz with a smirk of his own.

“I was thinking we could revisit your request from last night.” Blitz explained, pressing close to Striker

“Hmm, aren’t Ya gonna be late for work?” Striker inquired sarcastically

“Oh no, first of all I gave everyone the day off and second, you don’t get off being that big of a cock tease,” Blitz smirked, turning Striker towards the bed then shoving him onto it.

“Ha-ha, well alright then,” Striker chuckled as Blitz was already on top of him

“Now shut the fuck up,” Blitz growled as he leaned over Striker and captured his mouth in a passionate kiss.