#drabble blitz

[toxicanonymity]

hey this is my 1st ever request lmao but i think you’re the perfect person to write it!! so basically my idea is at some point reader joins up with ellie and joel before they get to Jackson and during the night that they spend there he hears reader masturbating while walking by her door. and pervy!joel slash dark!joel comes out…. 👀👀👀

(also i’m going anon because i’m on my personal and honestly i’m low key embarrassed 😆)

caught touching yourself

300 / darkish!Joel x f!reader / master

I8 +mdni mildly dubcon, masturbation, brief PIV

He uses a pin to open the door without knocking and you freeze under the blanket with your hand between your legs. He locks the door beind him. “Thin walls,” he says as he takes in the view. “Don’t you dare stop now. Lord knows we both need it.” As he approaches your bed, he closes his hand around the protrusion in his boxers and god is it big. “I know you’ve had your eye on it."

Your cheeks burn, he’s not wrong The sexual tension has been killing you, and now that you have a little privacy, you’re finally trying to give yourself some relief. He slowly pulls the blanket back and you don’t stop him, but you say, “I, uh, I can’t–”

“You sure as hell can.”

He takes his hard cock out of the flap in his boxers. “You need help gettin' started again?” His massive hand reaches for your wet pussy. He uses your hand to rub you, then slides his own finger inside for a moment. “Do it,” he says more firmly. As he takes his hand away, you hesitantly begin to comply while he strokes himself with your slick and his precum.

“I can’t with you watching me.”

“Doesn’t turn you on?” He looks down at himself. “Then get this out of the way if you’re not gonna use it.” He throws your hand off to the side and pries your legs open, then puts himself between them. “This what you were thinkin’ about?”

You nod shyly.

“Let’s get on with it then.” He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, then plunges into you with a grunt, his girth making you gasp. His cock feels every bit as good as you've imagined every single night. He fucks you slow and hard. “Ahhh. . . been thinkin' about this for weeks, sweetheart.”

// I may go on a bit of a drabble blitz. As always, thank you for reading!

[newtabfics]

can i request blitz with some maybe eating out demon y/n?

ayo i kinda went feral. mah b.

Heads up, bit of sadism on Blitz's part. He's degrading Y/N. Enjoy.

His tail flicked rapidly as she shuddered and tugged hard at the cuffs. He nibbled and sucked her clit, slobbering and moaning into her. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers as he pumped them faster.

"Blitz, fuck," Y/N moaned out, bucking her hips against his mouth.

He snarled as he flicked his tongue rapidly against her clit. Her body shined with sweat as she arched up, trying to ride his face through her orgasm.

"Oh fuck yeah, Baby," He growled into her. "Ride my fucking hand. Greedy fucking slut. Cum on my god damned fingers."

Y/N keened as he kept thrusting his fingers roughly, carving out her fifth orgasm. He thrust his tongue into her and moaned as he tasted the sweet nectar.

"That's it, Baby. Be my little bitch now and keep fucking coming."

[thatstonedwriter]

Never Again

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Content; polyam fizz/Ozzie/reader, mentions of severe injury, blood, romantic relationships, gender neutral, no pronouns

• No specific scene or episode is mentioned, only the aftermath and care reader would receive •

A/N- angst. Sweet, sweet angst. Thank you for the prompt! I made these into drabbles instead of headcanons so I could properly address these topics. I hope that's alright. Please let me know if you have any critiques on how to handle these themes. <3

Feat; Fizzarolli x Ozzie, Stolas, Blitz

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Everything stops- there's no air. What did you do? Why aren't you moving? You're like this because you were making sure they didn't get hurt. Its their fault, they know they have to do.. Something, but..

Fizzarolli doesn't know what to do, and has frozen in place. Asmodeus is the first to act, immediately picking you and Fizz up and carrying you to the nearest hospital, where you're treated for various injuries. Deep cuts that required stitches, broken bones, and blood. So much that it was difficult to tell whose it was. With how slow the Hospitals in Sloth are, Fizz and Ozzie quickly get frustrated and demand updates. They don't leave the hospital. They barely leave the room to get food. Instead, they settle on whatever is in the vending machine across the hall. Constant fussing and "Never do that again," "You're like this because of us," and similar guilt ridden confessions bombard you. The second you're cleared to leave, the three of you practically teleport back home, where you're not allowed to do anything. Fizz stays with you all the time, watching movies, snuggling in bed, and helping you stay clean and hydrated. Meanwhile, Ozzie cooks and cleans, and if there's any reason he has to leave, he assigns several security guards to ensure neither you, nor Fizz, have to go through something like that ever again.

The words he wants to scream are stuck in his throat until, finally, Stolas manages to yell for help, scrambling to hold and examine you, despite his condition. He's mumbling "why'd you do this," and gently running his hands along your face until help arrives. He's following you as closely as they'd allow him. Your injuries, he's told, need a lot of attention, even some surgery. And once again, the distressing news paired with no urgency made him want to scream. Once you're stable, he's there with your favorite foods, pillows, and bouquets of those lil carnivorous plants. He apologizes profusely, insisting its all his fault and he should've never allowed it to happen. After a lot of reassurance, he finally seceded. Once he brings you home, you have several members of Stolas' staff tending to your every need. If you're in a stable enough condition, Stolas clings to you, only letting go (begrudgingly) if you have to use the bathroom, do physical therapy, etc. You'll watch the Hella-Novelas he's obsessed with, he'll read to you, and helps you take your meds or change bandages. Seeing your injuries, the gravity of it hits him.. how close he was to losing you forever.

Blitz goes numb. This was too familiar. Someone was hurt because of him. His- you.. Were hurt because of him. He's by your side. He didn't remember moving, but he's here and scanning your injuries. He rips his coat, using it to wrap your wounds. He's trying to clean off the blood, but there's no way he can do this alone. he can't save you- not himself. He grabs his phone to call for help- "SATAN'S ASSCRACK, GET HERE FASTER! FUCK!!" from there, It's all a blur. He doesn't remember moving or speaking. Only seeing you be rushed into surgery. Sitting in the waiting room. Sitting by your side. The only thing keeping him sane was the steady beep of the heart monitor. You're still here. He's sure once you're awake, you'll kick him out, say you never want to see him again. He didn't realize he was crying until he hears your voice. It just makes him cry harder. He wanted to run. He didn't want to face another failed relationship. Luckily, he stayed long enough to actually listen to you, and while he still feels guilty, he's so grateful that you don't hate him. And right now, he can breathe easier knowing he can still be in your life. Your recovery process is an excuse (as if he needs one) for him to "drop by" and keep you company. This turns to sleep overs, and watching movies late night, and laughing together until you can't breathe. He'll never take this for granted again.

[the-lone-reader]

Stolas and Blitz are together and things are working out. They have their issues, their ups and downs, as all couples do. They don’t expect things to be perfect, and they’re willing to try and make this work.

Then, they get into a fight. It’s not their first fight, or even their worst. But Blitzø has been on edge all day, looking like he’s ready for a fight. He says something particularly outrageous, and Stolas whirls on him, gesturing dramatically as he vents, and Blitzø–

He flinches. Stolas immediately draws back, blinking in surprise. Both of them seem to realize what happened at the same time, and Blitzø immediately bristles and gathers himself to his full height. He yells, spittle flying from his bared teeth, tail lashing and shoulders trembling. A door slams and Stolas is alone.

The thoughts come too quickly and yet everything is too quiet. Breaths short and shallow, when Stolas finally manages to regain control of his limbs he goes straight to the side of his bed as if on autopilot, shakily pulls out one of the bottles of absinthe he keeps hidden by his bed, and downs it. Time passes at a distance, and eventually cold tears dampen Stolas’ feathers.

He’s not like her. He’s not. He’s not.

He would never – Blitzø knows he would never – He must know…He wouldn’t. He’s not like her. He’s not.

He’s not.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Halloween with the Hellsing Characters Pt. 2

Anon wanted part 2. More platonic than romantic. No warnings. GN! Reader

A/N: This has been written in kind of a hurry, sorry if it's messy and uninspired. Did I forget anyone? Let me know!

Heinkel and Yumie:

They're 50:50 on this. On the one hand it goes against their religion and they don't wanna disappoint Anderson, on the other hand this sounds like so much fun??

In the end they'll tag along, claiming that they are only here for your protection. You'll go trick-or-treating with the orphans without the nuns knowledge, and later on sneak out to visit a party. Not the first time they do something forbidden, you later learn.

Those two will get wrecked and you'll see a whole new side of them. They're dancing, making silly jokes, cling to you and proclaim how much you mean to them. Either they really got a mental blackout or they'll just act like they don't remember the next day.

Will absolutely get in trouble and argue a lot with other guests unprovoked. The guy complimenting Yumie's 'sexy nun costume' regrets it to this day.

Maxwell:

Oh, he'll be the biggest nag. Hates holidays, hates children, hates anything and anyone. This is beneath him, this is immature and stupid, the list is endless. He'd definetly do whatever you ask of him but he will be a bitch about too.

Acts annoyed the whole time but is actually having so much fun, his inner child is thriving. He was secretly afraid to involuntarily ruin the mood, but you tolerate his attitude so well that he actually gets over himself and comes out of his shell a lil' bit.

Finds himself enjoying to coddle the children, much to his surprise. Compliments their costumes, at least in his wry indirect way. Doesn't have any sweets so he'll give them money lol, they ain't complaining.

Won't talk about it again but you will find a list on his desk with ideas for the next year, and gosh that man will prepare an amazing experience for the children. Obviously only for your sake, not because he wants it...right?

Luke and Jan Valentine:

They really don't need a special occasion to do scary stuff and don't understand the hype around it, but if you insist.

Luke is a total showoff, dresses up and claims it's a costume bc he wears his hair different. Jan comes covered in blood but unsettlingly doesn't specify whether it's fake or not. You on the other hand could wear a potato sack and they'll act like you got the funniest, most beautiful costume ever - and anyone that disaggrees or doesn't acknowledge it properly is in for a horrid experience.

Whatever you have planned to do, you'll probably end up in a completely wrecked place with two idiots that try to one-up each other.

Rip Van Winkle:

A real big fan, but you're the only one she confesses this to. Feels relieved she doesn't have to hide it anymore and to have someone to commit the festive with.

Possesses a lot of related knowledge: All the scary stories and history behind the holiday, can recommend you the best movies, will be informed about every cool event worth going to.

Wears a hyper specific costume. Like gurl what do you mean you're the lighting post from Hereditary?!

Her bullets make for a pretty cool lighting show in the dark, but she'll most likely use her musket to make every pumpkin she sees explode.

Zorin Blitz:

Fuck that boring ass holiday, do you wanna see real horror? That was a hypothetic question, you got no choice.

Digs deep into the occult. Wanna speak with ghosts? Summoun a demon? Make a blood pact or sth? Human sacrifices? You'll witness some shit if you don't dampen her enthusiasm.

After persuading her into some more tame things she'll still find a way to make it more 'interesting'. You'll play truth or dare and she forces people to relive their most traumatic memories, calls it 'bonding time'.

[the--rebel--fae]

Hey Fae! Do you know about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? If not, basically they are biblical concept for rooted evil in humanity and first four of seven seals for the “end of the evil world” or whatever (conquest, war, famine, and death).

Anyways, to my request! I wanted to ask to see if you’d write a paring of a FourHorseman!reader with Vox from Hazbin Hotel (and any other characters from that show if you’d like to lol)

Thank you and Gl with ur other requests!

A/N This is probably gonna happen each time I post a request since I feel horrible for making all of y'all wait. So! Big sorrys for taking so long with this but tysm for your patience! Now! On to the main a/n: Oh my friend, you have triggered an idea that is genius! Ooh this reminds me of that one episode from Charmed.--if you know which one, you totally rock. I had so much fun with this! I hope you like it too! 😊

Pairing: Vox x Strife! Four Horsemen! Reader

TW: Just swears, but that's about it.

Word Count: 814

His Little Chaos Bringer

The brick wall felt like a cool and relaxing solace as you leaned against it. Your pencil scratching furiously away in your notebook. Today had a been quite the productive day.

Though, you could have done without Blitzø's hissy fit for nearly missing the portal entry back to hell. He was complaining how you nearly cost him big time as he took you back into your main domain of the pride ring.

“You're lucky you're so damn powerful and make our jobs easier, you twerp.” He grumbled at you as he practically shoved you out of the I.M.P. van.

An amused chuckle made it passed your lips as you closed your notebook with a satisfying snap. You couldn't help that you were on a roll today with causing so many humans strife. You were the epitome of it after all being one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Your other three siblings were Lucifer knows where and you didn't really give a damn as long as they were keeping their stats up and making sure the plan stayed on track.

Your notebook was already bursting with your successes, an impressive list of names and ways you affect them filled its yellow time worn pages. And that was only today.

Looking around at stretch of land that was the V's part of Pentagram City you let out a tired sigh. You loved what you did, you really do. But after a long day of causing misery, all you wanted to do was collapse in a comfy chair and just relax as you listened to your boyfriend boast about his day.

The brief silence that filled the air in the little alleyway you were taking a break in was quickly broken by the sound of your ringtone: The Flight of the Valkyries–little on the nose but you were always a fan of the classics.

You glanced at the caller ID and grinned. “Well, ask and ye shall receive I guess.” Clicking answer, you couldn't keep the smile out of your voice. “It's like you just knew I needed to talk to you. Should I add telepathy to the list of your talents?”

A deep chuckle. “Well hello to you too Doll. Rough day I take it?”

You leaned your head back against the wall and felt the satisfying thump of cool brick against the back of your head. “Not hard, just very long. Apparently causing misery for a living can drain someone a lot.”

“Why don't you come back home to the tower and I'll see what I can do to help get some pep back in your step hmm?”

A smirk played at your lips. You definitely didn't miss the innuendo in that sentence. “Sounds perfect actually. I'll be there in five.”

A pleased hum could be heard on the other line. “Looking forward to it Doll. See you soon.”

“See you soon, Vox.” The call ended seconds after.

Pushing forward you felt your muscles stretch out in relief. A spark of excitement and contentment ran through you. Sometimes it paid to be the romantic partner of one of the strongest overlords and a tech genius like Vox. No matter how busy the two of you were, you were always able to make time for each other at the end of the day.

***

As the elevator door to Vox's penthouse suit swished open, a tired smile was brought to your lips at the sight before you. In front of the blue satin couch, on the table laid a beautiful–and frankly absolutely mouth watering dinner with two champagne flutes filled with wine.

“I take it you like the surprise?”

You let out a pleased hum and walk forward. "What do you think?" Wrapping your arms around Vox's neck, you lightly bumped your forehead against the top of his screen. An amused giggle passed your lips as you watch Vox's screen take on a light rosy hue around where his cheeks are supposed to be.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, my little chaos bringer." Vox gave you a soft peck on the lips. His kisses always left you with a tingling feeling--probably thanks to the fact that he is a literal tv, but you couldn't help but want more. Maybe at a later time, the night was still young after all.

"You know exactly how to make a gal feel special don't ya?"

Vox pulled away from your grasp and gave a wink. "Doll, you're special no matter what."

You couldn't help the snort that passed your lips. "Wow, cheesy much?"

Vox just waved you off. "What? I was just trying to be romantic!"

A fond smile pulls at your lips. You were probably one of the most powerful beings in Hell seeing who you were, but if this was the life you got to come back to everyday? It's all worth it.

A/N that was so much fun to write. I truly enjoyed this request! Feel free to request again! I hope you enjoyed it!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several-page long one-shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Hazbin Hotel!

[flame-cat]

TALK ABOUT IT.

"Talk about...? Oh. Oh dear..."

"Oh, for fuck's sakes. I mean, this isn't- can you believe this, Stolas? A- a cosmically-ordained therapy session?"

"You know what? Truly, I can't. It's not as if we have anything more to say to each other on the matter."

"No, hang on, actually. Like, I get that the whole thing with the crystal went... not well. But you didn't let me finish talking. You just- sent me away! Like some sort of... servant. And I'll be honest, I really didn't appreciate that."

"I don't want to hear any more, Blitz. Please."

"No, you know what? I get that I hurt your feelings, and I'm sorry for that, but you didn't even give me a chance to say so before you just decided you knew how I felt about it!"

"I thought you made it very clear how you felt."

"No the fuck I didn't! I have no idea what you want from me anymore! We had a simple arrangement, and it was all fine, until suddenly you decided that you wanted something else from me, and the second I couldn't catch up you decided, again, that I just wasn't good enough for you! Well, I'm sick of you playing with my fucking feelings like the entitled prick you are! You're gonna listen to me now! Got it, asshole!?"

"... Alright."

"... A... alright?"

"Yes. Alright. I'll listen to what you have to say. It seems I don't really have a choice in the matter, anyway."

"That- that's just the thing, though! You've always had a choice! Our entire relationship has been about you and your choices! You've always been in control! And y'know what? Maybe I didn't always like it, but I was fine with it. I accepted it. And then suddenly you pulled out the rug from under me and changed the rules! That ain't fair, Stolas! It's not fair to me! It's not fair that you get to have whatever you want whenever you want it and I have to prostitute myself just to get by, and then you have the fucking audacity to act like we can have something after all that!

"I'm not your fucking plaything!"

"I don't want you to be! That's why I gave you the crystal in the first place- so you could choose. If you really, truly hate me, if you never want to see me again, then... then you can. I don't blame you. I wasn't fair to you. I... I want you to get what you want, Blitz. I want you to be happy. Even if it's without me."

"... I uh... I don't... really know what to say to that."

"Right. That's... that's fine."

"No, hang on, just let me get this figured out. So... that's it? You don't... want me anymore?"

"Of course I want you, Blitz. But what I want isn't the only thing that matters. I want to know what you want."

"... Uh..."

"Do you... not know?"

"Pft- Of course I know what I want! I- I want hot sex and gallons of liquor and a bloodbath every evening before I go to sleep in a big pile of money! That's what I want!

"That's... what I want..."

"... And... what do you want... from me?"

"... I... I uh...

"I dunno.

"I... didn't think I could ever... I never thought about that."

"... So... you need time to think about it?"

"I mean, maybe? I don't... I don't... this is all so fucking complicated..."

"It doesn't have to be. We can... start over. If you wanted to. Or, again, if you never want to see me again-"

"No!

"I... I do. Wanna see you again. I... I like seeing you."

"... You do?"

"... Yeah."

...

"... I think I don't know what I'm doing, actually."

"Heh. Yeah, sure seems that way.

"I, uh... I don't either, really."

"... But you want to see me again?"

"I just said that, didn't I?"

"Blitz. Please. Look at me.

"Do you want to... try? With me?"

"... I... I don't fucking know. Maybe? I- I don't want you to go away forever. I... I want you to stick around."

"For as long as you'll have me. Any way you'll have me."

"... You really mean that, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"... You don't... you don't know me, Stolas. You don't know what I'm really like."

"I would like to. I really would. If you want to show me."

"... I don't know. I don't know- anything. ... I... I'm not a good person, Stolas. I'm... really fucking selfish. And a fuckup. And worthless. And annoying, and abrasive, and mean, and horny, and stupid, and- and so many things. Fuck, I even hurt you when you were just trying to...

"That's what I'm really like, Stolas. Yelling at you, pushing you away, acting like a fucking moron... that's who I really am."

"... I apologise for any possible offense, but I don't believe you."

"Huh?"

"You're right that you can be rude, abrasive, pushy, loud... but those are all things that I like about you. And even beyond that- I can see that you're more than a fuckup. You started your own business, you adopted a daughter, you made me realize where I was going wrong in my life. You have shown me so much, Blitz. All that I want is to show you the brilliant, strong, caring, beautiful man I see when I look at you. Please, just... even if it's just as friends. I want to show you what I see when I look at you. That's all."

"... Did I hypnotize you with my dick or something?"

"... I don't like you because of the sex, Blitz. I like you for the moments between. For who you are, not... what you can do for me. Please believe me on that."

"... You... you can't just..."

"Blitz. Please. Let me see you."

"... I... I don't know how."

"Hah! I don't either. Again, I really have no idea what I'm doing. But... I would like to find out. With you. If you'll have me."

"... Okay!"

"Really? Okay? You're sure?"

"No the fuck I'm not sure, this is terrifying! But hey, scary stuff turns me on, so why not?"

"I don't want you to agree if you're unsure, Blitz."

"I'm never gonna be sure. Not until I try it. So... so okay! Let's do this. Let's... let's try."

"We'll take it slow. Start from... friends. How does that sound?"

"... Can we still fuck?"

"That... depends. Do you... like fucking me?"

"I mean, yeah. You're kinda ridiculously hot."

"Oh, my, hahah... But, beyond that, though?"

"... Maybe we can just... stick to simple stuff for a while. Like, uh... I dunno. Cuddlefucking. We could do that."

"Whatever you like, Blitzy."

"... Could we... right now? Not the fucking part, but the... cuddling... part."

"I would love nothing more, my dear."

"Right. Cool."

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm comfy."

"Are you sure? You're... erm... shaking, a bit."

"What? Am I? Nahhh, that's crazy, why would I be shaking, it's not like I'm absolutely fucking terrified right now! Totally cool!"

"We don't have to-"

"No!

"... Don't go anywhere. Please."

"Of course not. I'm right here. Whatever you like."

"... And this is... fine for you. You're fine with this."

"Absolutely. I'm perfectly happy like this. As long as you are."

"Yeah. Okay. Cool."

"... Blitz...?

"Oh, my darling, sh, sh, sh... It's alright. It's alright."

"... I... I don't know why... w-why can't I- stop-?"

"Sh, sh, sh, it's alright, it's alright. Just breathe, alright? You're alright. You're alright."

"I- fuck, I know, I kn-know-"

"Just let it out, my dear. Just let it out. It's okay."

"H-hang on, wait, wait, I need- need to-"

"Oh, alright, alright, okay. Do you want me to-"

"Stay. Please. J-just. Just don't... u-uh..."

"Here. Is this...?"

"Yeah, k-keep, keep doing- yeah. Mhm."

"Alright. Alright. I'm not going anywhere. Take your time, love."

"I-I'm, such a fucking mess..."

"I don't mind. You've certainly seen me quite a mess before, after all."

"Hahahaha! Y'know what? I have!"

"... Feeling better, I hope...?"

"I dunno. That was probably the worst love confession anyone's ever done. Not sexy at all."

"Well, sexy didn't happen to be what I was going for.

"... You really meant it? That you... want me by your side?"

"... Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"... Thank you. I swear, I'll make it all up to you."

"Oh, boy. So it's your turn to cry now, huh?"

"Ah, I apologise-"

"Stop it. You're fine. Fair's fair, right? And besides... you're already making it up to me. And... I'll... make it up to you, too."

"You didn't-"

"Just let me say the thing, and you can cry in my arms, and then we can... I dunno. Do whatever."

"... Whatever sounds nice."

[snow23gem]

I'm not gonna lie but that conversation between blitz and stolas in the full moon episode broke me. I feel so bad for stolas when blitz told him about how low he thinks of him. 😭😭😭

I'm also anticipating the wait of the next episode in hopes that they can talk it out and for blitz finally being able to give stolas a well earned apology.

Either way we'll just have to wait and let things unravel.

[helldustedstories]

Tonight had been a disaster. He had been so excited when Blitz called, had asked him on a date, his first ever! Stolas had fully expected to spend the evening alone, watching his Hell-a-novelas, maybe reading one of his latest books and imagining himself and Blitz in the roles, but that had all changed with a single phone call. He'd gotten all dolled up and ready to go, made sure that he had the perfect outfit, that he looked….as good as he could, considering the canvas he was working with, and he'd portaled over to Lust, not wanting to keep Blitz waiting.

Who had taken him to Ozzie's, of all places, only one of the most exclusive spots in all of Hell, let alone just Lust! Blitz had pointed out that he was overdressed, which had flustered Stolas a little bit, but he'd known that trying to dress up such dull plumage had been something of a lost cause from the very beginning.

Still, he wasn't going to let that dampen his spirits, especially not when they headed inside and were shown to their table. While he'd heard quite a bit about Ozzie's, Stolas had never been inside, and seeing it for himself was quite exciting! It was decadent and luxurious, built to encourage the sensual, and he was here with Blitz!

But Blitz….didn't seem that interested in their date. Stolas had tried to engage him, to ask about his business, to get to know more about his life outside of their arrangement, to show him that he wanted to know him more, that it wasn't just about the sex.

And then everything happened.

One of Blitz's associates had chosen to sing a ballad to his wife, and Asmodeus himself, the Deadly Sin of Lust, along with his star performer, Fizzarolli, had made a mockery of the other imp. Blitz had stood up to defend Moxxie, and suddenly the attention was on him.

Stolas hadn't known what to do, and before he could come to a decision, he was the one in the spotlight. Asmodeus brought up the fact that, to the outside world, it looked like he had broken up a perfect marriage, a perfect family, to have an affair with Blitz. Never mind the fact that he and Stella had been arranged, that they'd never loved one another, never mind the fact that she was cruel and insulting, and he did everything he could to insulate their daughter from her.

It had been the spectre of Octavia that had really gotten to him, though. Stolas was used to being the victim, to not defending himself, and he had hidden behind his menu instead of standing up for Blitz, instead of showing him that he cared, that he meant more to him than just their monthly arrangement, that he wanted more. He had been ashamed of himself…., but he made Blitz think he was ashamed of him.

They had left then, and he had tried to fix it, to invite Blitz in to talk…, but Blitz reminded him that the only thing between them was their arrangement. And Stolas hadn't known how to tell him otherwise, hadn't wanted to push…., and he'd given Blitz his space.

He had sat on the stairs of the palace after that, emotions finally catching up with him, and he had sobbed, letting out everything he hadn't been able to show when he actually needed to. Stolas was so used to bottling everything up that it finally just broke something inside him, and the dam of tears washed over him until he felt raw, hollow.

It was at that point he'd gone for the absinthe, drinking himself into a stupor. Because if he was drunk, he wouldn't feel as much. And if he didn't feel as much, it wouldn't hurt as badly.

But that had been a mistake, too.

He'd woken up several hours later, on the floor, empty bottle next to him, surrounded by his plants, with a pounding headache. He must have gone to the greenhouse to pour out his heart, the way he usually did when he couldn't keep things inside anymore. It wasn't as though he had anyone to talk to here, after all. Octavia would probably listen to him, but this wasn't her burden to bear. She was his daughter; she didn't need to know about this. He would put on a good face for her, and shield her from how utterly miserable he was.

If he was going to manage that, he needed to get up, to take his pills; he was pretty sure he'd forgotten them a couple of times this week, what with everything that had happened.

With a groan, he forced himself up off the floor, head pounding, and made his way into the bathroom. He looked even more of a mess than usual, with his makeup all smudged, but he dutifully took his Happy Pills, absently wondering if his dosage needed an adjustment.

Stolas checked his phone, to see if anything was new, and ended up scrolling through the pictures of Blitz he had, noticing just how …. miserable he seemed in all of them. He had wanted to commemorate their time together, so that he would have something to look back on between when they met up, but….maybe he'd been fooling himself.

He'd looked at it before, but even as he was talking to himself about everything, working through things he couldn't talk about outside of in his heart of hearts, he pulled down Asmodeus' book, opening again to the page about the crystals. If there was going to be any hope for him and Blitz to be together…., then something needed to change. They couldn't keep going on like this…, and he was the one that needed to fix things, needed to give Blitz the opportunity to choose what he wanted. Stolas couldn't have more with Blitz with the book between them, his ability to ruin Blitz's life at a moment's notice if he so chose hanging above them like the Sword of Damocles.

The owl knew he had been just….going through the motions of his life until Blitz had shown back up. He had brought Stolas something he hadn't even known he'd been missing, had brought light and life and passion, had shown him that there was more to life than fulfilling his duties and continuing on for his daughter's sake.

But had he ruined all of that tonight, in one moment of inability to properly communicate, the way he always did?

"Prince all alone upon your throne, your power is so frail," he said, mocking himself, his desire to speak out against his circumstances. That hadn't helped him before, but….., things had changed. "You raise your voice, you have no choice, inside your gilded jail," he mused, gazing out into the garden from the balcony, remembering the night Blitz had changed his life, how he'd stood up to Stella for the first time after that.

And then, as though his thought had summoned her, Stolas heard the clacking of Stella's heels behind him. He didn't turn around, just kept looking down at the garden below, remembering another time he'd actually been happy in this house, twenty-five long years ago.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Stella screeched, having apparently heard him talking to himself.

"Reflecting," Stolas responded, knowing that no matter what he said, it wouldn't matter.

"Well, stop!" came the shout from behind him, and Stolas practically flinched. Her sharp words usually came with some sort of violent action, and with the tone of her voice, he didn't doubt that that would be coming too.

"It's annoying to hear you screeching your silly woes all the time!"

Stolas' back was still to Stella, but he heard her approaching. Normally, he wouldn't say anything, would just take her abuse, the way he always did, but he had finally had enough.

"Why are you still here?" he asked, turning around to face her. "You leave with Via on weekends, but then you stay around the house, despite everything."

Stella didn't even hesitate. "I like tormenting you!" she told him, closing the distance between them. "I want to keep reminding you of what you did," Stella leaned forward, putting herself in Stolas' space, forcing him to either back away or hold his ground.

And this time, he didn't back down. "I know what I did!" he exclaimed, pulling himself up to his full height, refusing to take a step back, for the first time in a very long time. "I would feel bad if I hurt you," he added, "but we both know I didn't do that." There couldn't exactly be a betrayal if there was no love between them, when she had already hated him long before Blitz had come back into his life. "You and I were arranged for one reason: to birth a precautionary heir to the Goetia family. Nothing more!" he reminded her.

Stolas took a deep breath, but he wasn't done. There was so much he hadn't said to Stella, had been biting his tongue to try to keep the peace, but he was beyond finished with that.

"I tried, so many years, to make it comfortable us, to have this family, but it was never enough!" and he had been trying on his own. If they could have come to some sort of agreement, they could have worked together, could maybe have at least been friends. "The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty was for that girl" he gestured towards the house, where Octavia was presumably still sleeping, "to have a normal life!"

And after another breath, he knew what he needed to say, needed to do. "I cannot do this anymore! I want you out. Now!" he said, pointing, attempting to get her to leave.

"What do you mean out?" Stella asked, her eyes narrowed, fists clenched, everything in her posture and tone screaming 'danger.'

"I mean out!" Stolas repeated, his voice raised, stronger than he thought he could be, "Out of this palace. Out of my life. We are getting The. DIVORCE." He should have done this a long time ago, but he had never had the courage, never had any reason to stand up for himself. But a lot had changed in the course of a year, and he wasn't the same person he was even that long ago.

"How dare you!" Stella shouted, poking Stolas in the chest, forcing him to step back, trying to get the upper hand once more, the way she always had with him. "What do you think the rest of the Goetia family will think? And Andrealphus--" she lifted her hand to strike him, not for the first time.

But this time, Stolas saw it coming. This time, he caught her before the blow connected, keeping her from hurting him yet again.

"I don't care what your arrogant brother thinks!" he shouted, standing straight, refusing to back down, "And the only thing the Goetia family wanted from our marriage is already seventeen, so it's over. I'm done!" It had taken him far too long to get to this point, where he could stand up to her, but he meant every word. He couldn't do this any longer, not when he knew there was more now, not when he felt like he could actually breathe without suffocating when he wasn't with her.

For a moment, he thought she was going to try to strike him again, and he braced for the blow. But instead, she pulled away from him, eyes still narrowed.

"Fine," she spat, trying to save face. "I have no desire to stay in the place of a traitorous embarrassment. You have fallen from what little grace you had. And I know you'll pay for it," she declared, but quite frankly, Stolas didn't care what she thought, what she threatened, as long as she left.

And after another moment, she turned on her heel, making her way back through the house.

The second she was out of sight, that he was certain he was alone once more, any bravado he had left him, and he slumped down on the railing of the balcony, exhausted, alone…..the way he always would be.

@madefate // plotted starter drabble thing

[g-on-ef]

I'm annoyed right now so here's a short fic {might write more if people want to read more but for now this will be it}

He was gonna kill Verosika seriously he was gonna put a bullet between her eyes and let her bleed to death.

When the bitch invited him out for drinks as a thank you for being a good friend she never mentioned it be Ozzies nor did she mention the two of them will be singing.

Still it's better than listening to Stella bitch and whine about her husband and wanting him dead already.

He grabbed his scotch when he heard that annoying voice.

"I love you Millie,"

He turned and saw the vermin singing a ... love song ... at a sex club? Did the dumb ass not know where he was at?

Apparently not as he kept singing about how much he loved his wife.

Striker watched as blue smoke surrounded the stage. He already knew Osmodious and his little toy were about to humiliate him.

Aaaand he was right.

The Sin of Lust and Fizzoralie were all but embarrassing him by getting him to sing at least one verse that surrounded vulgarity.

He didn't and began to sing about love again.

Striker was about to shout something when

"Hey now I watched those two pork many times,"

"What the Blitz?"

"Oh no,"

"And honestly they make missionary relatively exciting,"

Next thing Striker knew Fitzzoralie and Verosika were attacking him about his past relationships with them.

The situation got worse when Ozzie realized the ditizzy blue blood and all but called him out on his infidelity he didn't need to see the hurt look on Blitz face but he did know one thing.

Cheating or not Blitz didn't deserved that humiliation.

He watched as Ozzie and Fitzz went to center stage before he jumped and smacked Fitzzoralie out.

"Hey William!"

Striker ignored the embodiment of Lust using the name Lilith gave him {seriously people need to stop calling him by that name}

He than turned to see the look of sadness and disbelief on Blitzs face almost as if nothing existed and he was lost in his thoughts that judging by his face were taking him to a dark place.

Striker hopped off the stage and walked over to Blitz.

"Boss man?"

He felt his heart break a little when Blitz flinched at his touched.

Blitz flinched at the rough yet gentle tone that came from the one person he least expected to be here.

"Striker?"

"Yeah, me,"

"What are you doing here?"

He didn't say anything instead he picked him up bridal style and headed out the club.

Once outside he carefully placed Blitz on top of Bombproof and hopped behind him.

He than grabbed the reins and Bombproof began to run towards the Wrath Ring.

He wrapped both his arm and tail around Blitzs waist.

"No te preocupes. Todo va esta bien." He whispered in Blitz ear.

The assassin didn't say anything instead he curled closer to Striker and prayed he was right

[kiddoryder]

Sophie’s Pet

This for @loli-momo1908 consider it as a birthday gift (sorry for it being late) but her request for Sophie finding a lost animal and she want to keep. Base on the Powerpuff Girls episode Helter Shelter where Bubbles wanted to keep a baby whale.

So relax and enjoy the story!

Blitz and Sophie McKnight belongs to @loli-momo1908

At the hotel garden’s Charlie and Vaggie were sitting at a table chatting. Blitz was on a lawn chair reading and Angel was getting a tan. Sophie was planting some flowers. Then all of a sudden, she saw some dirt being put on her flowers. Confused, she turned and saw Fat Nuggets digging a hole.

Sophie - *giggled* “Angel. Fat Nuggets is looking for his toy again.”

Angel - *chuckles* “Nuggies, your toy is inside, remember? We had to wash it because it was dirty.”

Fat Nuggets oinks and Angel gently pick him up.

Angel - “Look like you need a bath. Come on, let's get the tub ready.”

Angel picks Fat Nuggets down and gently taps his bottom so he can go inside. Vaggie then shouted out:

Vaggie - “Make sure he doesn’t dirty anything!”

Angel - “Up yours!”

Vaggie growls in anger. Blitz just rolled his eyes and then noticed Sophie was putting something in her shirt. Then he stood up, walked over to Sophie and said:

Blitz - “Drop it.”

Sophie - *jumped and nervous* “D-Drop what?”

Blitz - “Whatever you have in your shirt. I know it’s a little animal.”

Sophie - “How do you know it wasn’t a rock?”

Blitz - “Because rocks don’t move.”

Sophie sighs and took out a little demon bird. The little demon bird flew away. Blitz sighs and kneeled down to Sophie’s height.

Blitz - “Sophie, this is getting out of hand lately.”

Sophie - “But it was one little birdy.”

Blitz - “It is not just the birdy Sophie. You been trying to take home a lot of wild animals. Remember the two little mice you brought in the hotel?”

Sophie - “Mr and Mrs. Cute? They like to live in boots!”

Blitz - “Yeah. But they chose to live in Angel’s boots and he freaked out. Then there was that raccoon.”

Sophie - “Racky?”

Blitz - “Well Racky caused a big mess in the trash can and the kitchen.”

Sophie - “He was hungry!”

Blitz - “Sophie we talked about this before: You’re too young to have a pet. And you can’t keep taking in wild animals. Especially locking them in your closet. It’s not good for them.”

Sophie - “But Blitzy-“

Blitz - “Sorry Sophie. That’s my final word. Now get your things. We are going back inside.”

Sophie - *sighs* “Okay Blitzy.”

Sophie began to pick up her garden tools. As she was picking them up, she heard weird noises in the bushes. Sophie went to the bushes, and move the leaves and branches. She gasps in surpsied.

()()()()()()()()()

Blitz decide to leave to go the supermarket. He left Charlie and Vaggie in charge of babysitting Sophie. Which isn’t a problem because Sophie is rather an easy kid to babysit. There are sometimes even Husk babysit her and have no trouble at all. However, Husk began to notice that Sophie had a big plate of meat in her hands.

Husk - “Hey kid, what’s that for?”

Sophie - *nervous* “Uhh me? I’m pretty hungry.”

Husk - “Oh. Make sense.”

Husk went back to drinking his liquor as Sophie went back to her room with the food. Meanwhile, Charlie and Vaggie were doing some paperwork in their office. Then all of a sudden, they heard some loud munching and growling noises.

Charlie - “What was that?”

Vaggie - “It’s probably KeeKee or Angel’s pig making noises again.”

Charlie - “Let’s go check it out.”

First, Charlie and Vaggie went to Niffty’s room, since KeeKee likes being there. They knocked on the door and Niffty opened it.

Niffty - “Oh hi there! Need anything? Is something dirty? I can clean up fast!”

Charlie - *chuckles* “It’s okay Niffty. But Vaggie and I heard a strange growling noise. We thought it might be KeeKee.”

Niffty - “Oh no. KeeKee is napping in her bed.”

Charlie and Vaggie took a peak and saw that Niffty was right. KeeKee was napping in her little bed.

Charlie - “Okay. Thank you Niffty.”

Charlie and Vaggie allowed Niffty to go back to what she was doing in her room. Then heard the growling noises again and this time it sound like it was chewing on some food.

Charlie - “Okay we know it’s not KeeKee.”

Vaggie - “Then it gotta be Fat Nuggets.”

Charlie and Vaggie went to Angel’s room and Charlie knocked on the door.

Angel - “It’s open!”

They went inside Angel’s room and what was strange is that they didn’t see Angel.

Charlie - “Uh? Angel where are you?”

Angel - “In the bathroom! I’m giving Fat Nuggets a bath.”

Charlie and Vaggie went to the bathroom and saw Angel was giving Fat Nuggets a bath in the bathtub. Fat Nuggets was just happily oinking as Angel was washing his little head.

Charlie - “So it’s not Fat Nuggets either.”

Angel - “What? What are you talking about?”

Charlie - “We've been hearing weird growling noises.”

Angel - “Ya sure it wasn’t just Vaggie talking?”

Vaggie looked pissed and they saw Sophie in the hallway holding a dog bowl full of water. This raise suspiciousion because KeeKee and Fat Nuggets has their own bowl. After getting Fat Nuggets out of the bath, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel decide to confront Sophie. They went to the hallway and just when Sophie was gonna enter, Charlie said:

Charlie - “And what are you doing young lady?”

Sophie - *nervous* “Oh! Um…I was really thirsty?”

Angel - “And you chose a bowl because?”

Sophie - “It’s bigger?”

Vaggie - “Okay Sophie. What wild animal do you have this time?”

Sophie - “It’s not a wild animal.”

They opened the door and saw a small Cerberus black dog. The dog was chewing and eating the bones from the meat Sophie was giving him.

Sophie - “He’s a mammal!”

Vaggie - *shocked* “You brought in a Cerberus?!”

Sophie - “No. A puppy! Isn’t he cute? I name him Chewy because he loves to chew on things.”

Angel - *worried* “When Blitz gets home, he’s gonna have a cow!”

Sophie - *frustrated* “No! It’s a puppy!”

Charlie - “Puppy, cow, what’s the difference? Sophie, your brother said no more animals!”

Sophie - “But you don’t understand! I was gathering my garden tools like Big Brother told me when all of a sudden I heard this faint cry coming from the bushes. So I went to investigate, and there was this sad little doggy looking hungry and lonely. I felt so bad ’cause he looked all sad. And then I thought, “I’ll bring him home!” Then I thought, “No, ’cause Blitz said, ‘Animals don’t like being locked up in closets. It’s not good for them.’” Then I thought, “I won’t put him in my closet! I’ll put him in my room!” So here we are.”

Vaggie - “Oh Sophie…”

Just when Charlie was about to say something, her phone started to vibrate. Charlie took out her phone and it was Blitz. He said “I finished shopping. Be back in a few minutes.” Charlie eyes widen.

Charlie - “Shit! Blitz is on his way back!”

Angel - “We gotta hide the mutt!”

Sophie - “But Chewy isn’t that bad.”

Then they saw Chewy chewing up some of Sophie’s pillows. He started to make holes in them and feathers started to come out.

Sophie - *nervously* “Maybe he wouldn’t notice?”

Charlie, Vaggie and Angel gave her a “You’re kidding me right” looks. Then Charlie said:

Charlie - “Let's find a place!”

()()()()()()()()()()

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Sophie all try to find a place to hide Chewy. But they didn’t work out due to him either escaping, too easy to be find, or he would chew it up. Sophie flew to a window and look out at the window seeing that her brother was home.

Sophie - *gasps* “Blitz is here!”

Angel - “Wait! I know where we can hide the pup.”

Angel took Chewy and put him in Blitz's room and closed the door.

Vaggie - “Angel you idiot! That was Blitz’s room!”

Angel - “It’s only for a few minutes! Besides, he’s only here when it's time for bed.”

Vaggie - “Yeah but-“

They saw the door opened and Blitz was carrying two bags of groceries. However, Blitz was slightly struggling since the bags were a bit heavy.

Charlie - *nervously* “Oh! L-Let me get that for you Blitz.”

Charlie quickly took the bags and put them in the kitchen.

Blitz - *confused* “Uh…Thanks?”

Sophie - “Uhh…How was your day?”

Blitz - “Okay I guess. It was a bit crowded but I managed to get through. I’m gonna cook dinner.”

Vaggie - “Oh! That’s good to hear.”

Blitz went to the kitchen and was getting some food out for dinner. However, when he got out some ice cream sandwiches, some of them were melted and dripping. The dripping liquid got on his shirt and pants much to his annoyance.

Blitz - “Aw damn it!”

Charlie - “W-What’s wrong Blitz?”

Blitz - “I got ice cream on me *sighs* I gotta go change now.”

Angel - *nervously* “Uhh wait! I know how to get it off *sexually* I’m pretty much an expert with my tongue.”

Blitz’s left eye twitches while he blushes. He raised his fist up and bop Angel on the head. Angel fell on the ground looking at the floating stars around him.

Blitz - *annoyed* “Never ask me that ya filthy bastard!”

He began to go to his room. Nervous, Charlie, Vaggie, and Sophie tried to stop him.

Charlie - “M-Maybe you change later?”

Blitz - “Sorry. I don’t like cooking in dirty clothes. It makes me look like a bum.”

Vaggie - “I can clean it for you!”

Blitz - “Thanks but I got this.”

Charlie - “How about I help you cook?”

Blitz - “I’m fine by myself.”

Sophie - “Have I told you that I love you?”

Blitz - *chuckles* “Yes a lot of times. Now let me-“

Just when Blitz opened the door, he saw Chewy scratched up his pillows, blanket, and chewed on some of his clothes.

Blitz - “SOPHIE!!!”

Sophie - *feigning surprise* “Blitz! Your room is destroyed! Eek! A doggy! I’ll…save…you?”

Sophie can tell her brother already knows the truth. Whenever he gives her a stern glare and crosses his arms, she knows that she’s in trouble.

Blitz - “Like you wanted to save the cerberus?

Sophie sadly nodded.

Sophie - *quietly* “I name him Chewy…”

Blitz - *sighs and kneeled down* “Oh Sophie…How can I make you understand? Say if I would of made you live away from us-“

Sophie - *horrified* “You wouldn’t do that!”

Blitz - “Oh! Of course not. But you would feel terrible won’t you?”

Sophie - *sadly* “Yes.”

Blitz - “Well that's how the animals you've been keeping feel. They have family and they don’t wanna be away from them.”

That hit Sophie like a ton of bricks. She never thought of these animals having a family either. She was so used to seeing people having pets, she just thought they didn’t have family. But her brother was right; she wouldn’t want to be away from her own family either.

Then all of a sudden, outside there were loud noises and people screaming. Confused, Charlie and the others looked outside and saw a giant Cerberus. It was destroying half of the city and did a howl that was so loud it broke some glass on windows.

Angel - *shocked* “Oh shit! I think that’s Chewy’s mama!!”

Charlie - *scared* “H-How do we know it’s the mama?”

Angel - “What the fuck you want a DNA test?! She’s a fucking giant Cerberus!”

Vaggie - “We gotta stop her!”

Blitz - “You’re right. I’ll use my powers to distract her, Vaggie would use her spear and-“

Sophie - “Wait! Don’t hurt her Blitzy! I know what she wants. I’ll give her back Chewy.”

Blitz - *worried* “Wait Sophie, it’s too dangerous too-“

Sophie - “No! It’s my fault because I took Chewy away from his mama. I know it’s scary, but please let me do this. I’m a big girl.”

Blitz then realizes how serious Sophie wants to do this. He also realizes that he can’t keep protecting Sophie from dangerous things and has to do some things on her own. He can also tell his words got to Sophie because now she was determined to fix her mistake.

Blitz - *take a deep breath* “Okay. You can do this Sophie. But we will be there in case something happens.”

()()()()()()()()()

The Cerberus kept roaring and destroying the buildings. It won’t stop until it finds its missing baby. Then it heard a voice:

“Mama doggy! Stop!”

She turned and saw Sophie holding her baby in her arms.

Sophie - *pleading* “I found your baby! He’s safe. Please stop destroying the city.”

Cerberus turned and sniffed Chewy. Then gave Chewy a lick on the face and he happily licks back. Sophie gently put Chewy on his mother’s back.

Sophie - *sadly* “Goodbye Chewy. I’ll miss you.”

Chewy then licked Sophie on the cheek and she giggled. The Giant Cerberus nodded and began to leave the city happy that she found her baby. Sophie did wave goodbye to Chewy happy that he was now with his mother.

()()()()()()()()()

Sophie was getting ready for bed as she was putting on her pajamas. Then she heard a knock on the door.

Sophie - “Come in!”

The door opened and it was Blitz.

Sophie - “Oh hi Blitzy!”

Blitz - “How you feeling Sophie?”

Sophie - “A little sad, but I’m happy Chewy is back with his mama.”

Blitz - “That’s good. I want to say that I’m really proud of you. You made a mistake, fixed it, and you did it all on your own. Showing what a big girl you are becoming.”

Sophie - *giggled* “Thanks Blitzy. I guess you’re right about something too: taking care of a pet is hard work. Maybe I’m not ready to take care of my own.”

Blitz - “Well yes, but I have been talking to Niffty and Angel: you can be in charge of their pets when they go out or can play with them anytime.”

Sophie - *eyes gleam* “Really?!”

Blitz - “Yeah! They heard how you took care of Chewy. And noticed how before you were nervous to ask them to play with KeeKee and Fat Nuggets.”

Sophie - “Well…We just moved here and worried they would say no.”

Blitz - “Well Angel and Niffty don’t mind. They can tell you really are an animal lover. So you can play with them anytime you want.”

Sophie - *happy* “Yay!”

Blitz - “But, you are still in trouble for disobeying me.”

Sophie - *dismayed* “Awww…”

Blitz - “Normally it’s for a week, but I’ll admit: it was kind of my fault for not explain it clearly to you. Plus you did fix it, so no dessert for 3 days.”

Sophie - *smiles* “Okay I’ll take it.”

Both Blitz and Sophie hugged and Blitz tuck Sophie in bed and she fell asleep. Then she heard a noise in her room. Her ear twitch and woke up. She look at the side of her bed and saw Fat Nuggets.

Sophie - “Nuggy! What are you doing in my room?”

Fat Nuggets oinks

Sophie - “You’re saying you wanna sleep with me tonight? Okay! Up at Adam.”

Sophie picks up Fat Nuggets and gently puts him next to her and covers him with her blanket. Sophie laid back down and cover herself and Fat Nuggets gave her a cute kiss on the nose.

Sophie - *giggled* “Nighty night Nuggies.”

Both Sophie and Fat Nuggets fell asleep. Sophie was happy that she did the right thing, and is now a pet sitter. She knows that someday when she’s older, she will have a pet of her own that she will love and care forever.

Hope you like it!

[mercifulbutbroken]

Meet me around the corner

Pressure drabble I made with my oc and Blitz! ... i was bored and finally was able to write something over the span of a few months. Please let me know what you think!!!

Cabinets and drawers open and close, desks get checked up and down. Hands grasp at anything remotely useful, a spare mug left on the edge, rubber bands in pen cups, and the rare medkit and shove it down into a backpack. Any hint of the lights flickering, and the woman made a mad dash for a side room or a locker.  Sure, she has met all of the anglers face to face on the countless runs she had venturing through this damned place, but Sebastian didn't actively try to murder her or turn her body into a red stain on the metal walls. The others meanwhile…

The room shook as Angus (or whatever his file said his name was) ripped though, leaving the room almost as quickly as he came. As Naomi peeked out from the tiny alcove she managed to cram herself into, she saw how the few stray pieces of paper were now strewn across the room, a few desks upturned as well. The usual aftermath, thankfully with no death.

She groaned, pushing herself forwards and stretching out her arms. Maye if she got lucky, she could find an unlooted snack machine. And if some angler came barging through, maybe, just maybe, they could break the glass and… yep, that was her stomach. Passing by the newly opened door, she swung her bag around to her front, starting to dig for one of the few protein bars she found earlier. One of the lights further down the hall was broken, flickering as it half illuminated the stairway going further down into the blacksite. The lights behind her flashed, and a scream hit her ears before the claws did.

The tumble ended just a few inches shy of the staircase leading downwards, the sharp angles of the stairs feeling more like spikes in her current position. Naomi let out a choked out breath of air as her back hit the floor, arms pinned to her sides as she began to shake. What was the point in struggling? She was surrounded by creatures created out of reckless abandon of science and humanity. And this thing was more than double her size, and that was fucking saying something. The creature was panting, staring down at her as she returned the gaze. Her lip quivered, eyes starting to well up, and Naomi shut her eyes. She was already on the brink of getting mauled, she didn't need to see it happen to… her… The grip loosened as a hint of shock suddenly overtook the fish’s face. She opened her eyes slightly, the blurry expression morphing through her tears. One clawed hand moved from her side to hover by her head, making her eyes shut once more. “... Na… omi?” The weight on the other side of her body pulled away, the sound of something heavy getting pushed along the floor. Her hands went down to push herself up off the floor, a throbbing pain now shooting in her head. Blurry vision, still clouded by tears, barely made out the quivering creature backed up against one of the walls. Legs swivel underneath, and start to pull herself back up. But apparently, the fall took more of a toll on her than perceived. Next thing she knew, she was falling backwards, towards the bottom of the stairs. And before she knew it, the claws closed in around her waist once more.

A loud crash, a tangling of limbs, skin and scales plummeted to the bottom of the room, a pair of groans sounding out. Naomi tumbled ut of the creatures arms, arms shaking as the creature hit his head. 

“Ouuuh, I can taste my brain… ye alright there ‘Omi?” 

“.... where did you get that shitty ass nickname from? Only…” A pause, then a shift as Naomi rolled to her other side to stare, eyes widening. “... no. You.. goddamit you-” “Heya Naomi. Been a while since you visited the clinic.” Blitz chuckled, his large lower fangs making his smile lopsided. “I almost thought yah forgot about me.” “You… you got fucking arrested! I tried calling you up for weeks, I- FUCK-” Naomi tried to sit back up but immediately fell back down, hissing and grabbing her head. “That… god that hurts like a- what are you doing?!” THe words devolved into a squawk, her body getting swept up into Blitz’s arms. “Put me down! Just because you’re finally taller than me doesn't mean you get to carry me around.”

“HAH! I was just gonna bring you down to Seb’s, but now that you mention it… “ His tail slithered as he started down the next hallway, grinning widely down at the woman in his arms. “I am taller than you now. What did you say that one time? THe day I’m taller than you, you’re paying for all the takeout till the rest of time?” Naomi huffed, shaking her head as she chuckled, turning to stare at the path forwards. “... Fuck you Blitz…”

“Nah, ain't gonna do that sheila. Now let’s get you to the shop, I’m not big on my buddies dying on me..”

[thatstonedwriter]

Pleasant Distractions

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A/N: Little self indulgent piece brought to you by a tired college student who is doing a presentation later today ;~;

Contents; swearing, platonic, implied romantic attraction, gender neutral, college au

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"You know you make it impossible to focus, right?"

"Yeah, well, it's your fault for having work to do in the first place."

"Ugh..."

Having Blitzø over seemed like a good idea.. At first. In the beginning, it was nice because you needed a quick break from your work. Quick was supposed to be the operative word. What was supposed to be a 15-minute break turned into an hour-and-a-half-long hang out- not that you're complaining. It's just..

"Come on, Blitzø. I promise we can do something later, but I need to get this shit done." For a moment, Blitzø's smile falters. He knows you've got a lot going on and really just wanted to help you relax, but now he's doing the opposite.

He shrugs, hopping off the desk, sauntering over to your bed, and flopping onto it- face down, of course. As stressed as you are, it's impossible not to giggle at his antics.

Blitzø hears you rummage through your desk before placing a few things on the bed.

"Here. You can mess with this stuff until I'm done, kay?"

There's a muffled groan before Blitzø sits back up. "The fuck is this?" He stares at a pile of.. Toys(?) that you've laid out in front of him.

"They're fidget toys. I figured they'd keep you busy while I work."

"You kidding me? What, you think I'm some dumb fuckin' kid who'll just-" As Blitzø's ranting, you shove a fidget cube in his hands, and everything stops. His eyes dilate, he begins purring, and he falls on his back, entirely focused on the fascinating lil cube bestowed upon him.

The silence between the two of you gives Blitzø the chance to think. He knows he can be a distraction.. maybe it would be better if he left and allowed you to work. He's so used to being the problem. That's the last thing he wants to be to you. He's waiting, dreading the moment you kick him out so you can focus. But that moment never comes.

He's not sure how much time has passed before you finally decide you’re at a good stopping point. By now, Blitzø has wrapped himself up in your blankets, scrolling idly on his phone.

"I'm gonna go get some water and snacks, I'll be right back."

Blitzø hums in response, tugging your blankets closer to him. What you don't see as you walk out, is the faint smile gracing the Imp's face.

[madamechrissy]

Wax Sessions with - Fratboy Gojo

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

More extra scenes from Took you Like a Shot - these are extra scenes set after chapter 3, but can be read alone- pregnant reader- MDNI- humor, just fun, fluffy ass cuteness, Gojo waxes you and gets a lil too excited, touching and teasing, oral (f recieving) -more fratboy drabbles here and here

"Are you sure you're... qualified to wax me!?"

"I'm not letting anyone see my baby mama's coochie, nuh - uh."

"You look blitzed, Toru!" Your cute little glare just makes him chuckle, fuck his eyes are red, making the blue even more intense, as he spreads your thighs, pouring the hot wax right at the apex of your thighs, where you're unable to shave the bigger you get- over five months now it's pretty difficult, and you feel a little insecure as you prefer to be on the smoother end.

Not that Satoru cared, he loved your pussy with hair or without, but he knows it's upsetting, so he's offered his apparently 'master services' in your direction.

"So sexy, fuck..." You're flushing under his praise while he takes in your body, you are gasping as more of the hot wax hits, and he's smoothing a strip, flattening it down right where your pussy is, looking at you under snowy lashes and smirking. "Getting horny from this?"

"No way!" He snorts, rolling his blitzed ass eyes, his home smelled of the most intense reefer when you first got here, since apparently Suguru and Sukuna had just visited.

"Sure you're not. Oh, what's that then?" He pulls back his long fingers, after spreading it between your folds, moaning as he sucks your arousal off them, making your mouth drop at just how sexy he is- he truly has no right to be this way so casually. Your pussy clenches, the constant hormones don't help how much you want him.

"It's... you... just do it, I can take it." You tense, making Satoru chuckle, leaning over you, rubbing your thigh with his free hand.

"Relax, sweets, gonna be over quick. Breathe." Satoru yanks then, making you scream out at the burn, he stares at the smooth spot with his full lips in a smirk.

"Ow, shit! ow!" Satoru is smiling, plump lips so glossy it's truly unfair, glossed from you, when he puts another strip down, this one right over your lips. "Oh no, you're enjoying this, you little jerk!"

"Me, enjoying my baby mama's pain? Never! How dare you-" rip

"Ah fuck fuck fuck! My pussy, ah!" You're screaming out now, holding it with your much cooler hand.

"Fuck..." Maybe he is a little turned on, looking at his handy work now, grinning like a psycho. "Look at that, one more and you'll be completely smooth. Unless you wanna leave a little trail hmm? A landing strip?"

"A what now?" You're glaring over at him, Satoru is maniacally laughing, as he pours more of the hot, honey wax, watching how it drips down your puffy, sexy lips, his cock twitching in response. "You're a little freak, Satoru."

"Says you, all soaked from this?" rip - scream- burn - "This is self care, baby girl."

"Baby girl my ass-"

"Wanna wax that too?"

"I'll wax yours!" He panic then, backing away as you giggle, snatching up the jar and pressing him down on his back, as his blue eyes go wide.

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh wouldn't I?" You're tugging at his pants when he flips your back right on the plush blanket he's laid you on, pouting now.

"You're being all moody, I know what will fix it." He's spread your thighs then, a hand on your rounded tummy, as your breaths come quicker and quicker, full breasts rising and falling as his long pink tongue laps at your sore little cunt, and his cool, long fingers part soppy folds. "Perfect at waxing, shit, I should charge you."

"Charge me, hmm- ah! Satoru oh my g-god..." You're so sore and sensitive his tongue is damn near painful, he grins against you, you feel every indentation of his teeth, as even his breath has you jerking just a bit.

"I'll wax you any time you want." His words are muffled, your fingers entangling in silky white locks, as he decides to make sure he got every bit of your cunt fully done, being thorough of course. "Will you give me a five star review?"

"If you lick my- ah! Yes, yes five stars!"

This was a cute drabble idea from @jkslaugh97 hehe I love it thank you for the idea bb <3

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[virulent-spark]

A gal in intense makeup skips down the street, listening to some loud, punk music on her headphones. The band? Virulent Spark. She’s known one of the members her entire life, it seemed, Elle. Well, Liberty. She goes by ‘Spikes’ to the punks of Spikemuth, though Elle is what her friends call her. Nobody calls her Liberty. Not without ‘Spikes’ directly after it. 

The woman was another member of Team Yell, though she’d been to jail far more than she aught. She envied Elle who would go out and enjoy freedom. That’s what punk symbolised to her. 

A beep resonated in the cold, Spikemuth air as she felt her back pocket vibrate. There was a message waiting for her--from Elle. A smile tugged at her black lips. She clicked on the open.

                              [Hey, wanna chat, m8?]

The message meant Elle was in town. 

                              [Sure fing, L. Cuppa tea?]

Another ping echoed over the brick walls that seemed to close in on two sides most days. The affirmation. The chuckle that followed. She was going to see her best friend.

[divinit3a]

📝drabble: catch me! (if i fall) -> ao3 link 🌟sun x (a devious) assistant reader word count: 2423 chosen words: sparklers, cloud nine, honeydew, letting go, restart

here are the cafe prompts for fellas interested! the deadline for 'new beginnings' is jan 12, 2025 ;3c

“They're called sparklers,” You once told him. Nestled away in the darkness, the sparkle igniting the dim space like a strike of a match. He’s still not sure how you snuck the miniature fireworks into work that day, and he was never brave enough to ask in fear of the cheshire grin that would split across your face. Effectively making him your accomplice, as always. Wore that same grin that always told him he was going to loathe learning what you did this time that put your employment and his life on the line.

The low lighting of the evening tickled at their switch release. Sun hadn’t yet shifted into Moon, but his other half had been awakened and tugged at the dual AI until a presence pressed against his ‘mind.’ The rooftop was technically off limits to the attendant, but you insisted that a technicality was not enough to stop you. 

You dragged him up the stairs, ‘against his will!’, the ‘innocent’ robot would cry with crocodile tears–but he knew that with a single lock of a knee joint, he could have stopped you. He always could've stopped you, but curiosity and intrigue were too devious to ignore. 

”C-careful, you're going to start a fire!“ He remembers you laughing off his safety precautions, letting the sparkler continue to send of tiny sparks. The blitz of light danced across your face, sparkled in your eyes. That's what he always liked about you; a firecracker, a wild spirit who struck the whole ‘Plex like tornado scorned. Always bending the rules in a way that ignited his circuitry, without triggering a full reprimand. Teetering on the line. 

A liability he could delete with one report. Saved a headache.  And yet, the tightrope walk was too enthralling to cut short. 

The air was bitter cold, turning each breath you took into wisps that mystified him. Like you were exhaling magic. 

You'd stand up on the edge of the rooftop, walking along toe-by-toe, a fistful of sparklers in one hand. A fire-hazard. The attendant refused to light one of the hellish sticks, and instead followed right beside you. Matching each step. Reflexes engaged to catch you at any moment. Your actions always triggered their hypervigilance; a disaster sense tickling through his components. 

You brushed your opposite hand against the grated fence that bordered the rooftop, laced fingers between each metal link as you stepped along. 

A slight mis-step. The give of the fence was enough for it to fall down. A comet racing by as the anxiety surged in their wires, compelled to reach forward. 

Wrapping arms around he tugged you backwards, stopping you from recklessly tumbling into danger. You'd laugh and tap away at his shoulder joints, insisting that it was all just in good fun, that you were always fine, that you were safe here. You’d file a maintenance ticket later to fix the fence, it really wasn’t a big deal.

That day, the sparklers slipped out of your grip, and fell two stories down. The bright lights snuffed out in a strong gust of wind. A stroke of luck, Sun scolded, as otherwise it could have started a fire in the parking lot. He remembers that you snorted out a laugh, and patted at his chest plate until he relaxed his grip and set you down. 

You kept acting like nothing in the world bothered you, though he felt the quickened rhythm of you pulse from almost slipping and falling. Simply readjusted the scarf around your neck, and offered him a sparkler, fresh from the pack. Not giving in a single budge until he took it into his hand. 

From your jacket pocket you pulled out a lighter, a deep violet one that was all scuffed up. With great trepidation, Sun squeezed his optics shut and let you light a sparkler for him, tipping it towards the small flame you lit with a click of the sparkwheel. 

Even now, replaying the memory in his mind, he remembers how you cheered on that he was finally ‘loosening up a little.’ Sun let out a nervous chuckle, certain you’d be the end of him. 

Yet, he clings on to the memory of opening his eyes to see how bright that light was. How it lit up the joy on your face, vivid and bright.

The feeling was electrifying. Addictive. The thrill of walking life on the edge; hopped up all the way to cloud nine. 

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”Oh, it tastes sweet.“ You'd tell him, reading the robot's mind as it watched with fascination as you pecked away at your lunch. At first you put the employee discount to good use, tried out the fast-order tacos slopped with week-old sour cream and fizzy soda until realizing that it was a one-way ticket to stomach sickness. So now, the tupperware lids scattered around the play table. You wipe off your hands from the sticky residue, and offer the attendant a piece of honeydew.

Sun accepted the piece of food, as if it could ever matter to him. He turned it around between two pinched fingers, appraising the cubed piece of fruit. ”S-sweet?“ He asked, optics flickering up to look at you with an audible click. ”Are you sure, friend? It's all...“ His optics thin out, shutters lowering like eyelids that always caught a spark of light, drew you in to lean closer. Lacking a vaster vocabulary to rely on, the attendant settled on: ”Green. Like broccoli.“ He made a so-so gesture with his hand.

You pulled a face then sneakily slid a piece towards his static smile. The fruit tapped against their piano-key teeth, the snapped-close mask barring entry. A tingle dances across the faceplate, sensing the slightest shift in pressure. Detecting the cold temperature. 

Optical sensors scan the fruit as you hold it to his ‘lips’: 90% water, 9% carbohydrates, 0.1% fat, and 0.5% carbohydrates. The sugar content was moderate, about 8-12 grams of sugar per 100 grams. He failed to grasp the appeal, and said as much through the whirring kicked up of fans.

“Too bad.“ You taunted. ”Guess you'll never understand how great it is.” You popped the piece of fruit onto your tongue instead, made a show of savoring the taste. 

Taste. One of the few senses an entertainment automation certainly can’t replicate. As you chewed, you looked as smug as can be. A twinge of electricity nicked up his arms, caused fingertips to twitch with inaction. 

The subtle interactions stacked up to an avalanche a tap away from tipping over and all falling down.

In the moment, he remembers laughing along, while redirecting extra coolant to his circuits to quiet down the betraying whirl of fans as he overheated. He tip-tapped his fingers together, then shifted the topic towards an easier one. One that made sense to the lines of code filtering through his system, simple and predictable. Unlike you.

“A-anyways, I was thinking that today's afternoon craft could be...” He started a long spiel about cardstock, glitter glue, and macaroni. 

He noticed the way you'd subtly deflate, fiddled around with your notebook as you nodded along to the plans for the day. 

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“Like this?” You held up the abomination of a craft. Glue dripped down the sopped piece of paper, colorful faux feathers pasted on without logic or forethought. 

“Nonono, that’s all wrong!” The robot seethed, tugged at his rays, and you just laughed at his superficial anger. The way he’d stomp, and the ring of bells would ridicule his jester-themed tantrum. 

“Alright, Mr. Perfect. Show me how its done.” You gestured to the craft supplies in front of you. He recalls the timestamp: Sunday, 3:42 pm, 18 minutes before you’d stall on leaving. Again.

Sun’s voicebox crackled out a few choice insults, all child-friendly, he’s sure. Lured over by your practiced and weaponized inadequacy, he’d set down the supplies and be pulled from his hellbent task of cleaning the Daycare for the fourth time today. Fell victim to your trivial distractions. 

“Go on, enlighten me.” you’d tease with gusto, and his ruffles would bristle. 

“Well, first off, you aren’t even putting the caps backbackback on the gluesticks—” You’d barely answer his rants, responded with quipped ‘uh-huh’s that grinded his gears. And yet you’d listen to every pointless word, resting your head against your palm as eyelids drooped. At ease. 

With you around, he found that the weekends weren’t so boring anymore. 

For better or worse.

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There were days you were quiet, too. Not like yourself– at first he thought, incorrectly. No, all aspects of you were you; as multifaceted as the attendant himself. With darker shadows, a botched attempt at purging a secondary AI. Recycled and restarted, and yet still imperfect. 

Sun couldn’t find you on the shift most the day. Normally he’d tsk and hum and already have half an email drafted to send off to management, but he felt rather generous—and certainly not biased in his decision to spare you. He’d find you tucked into the alleyway directly behind the daycare, bypassing the emergency exit alerts with your clearance badge.

“Smoking is bad for your health,” Sun chided. 

You startled, nearly dropping the lighter in your hands. The small flame warms your palms. A violet stain on your record. 

“You should really let-let-let that badbadbad habit go, firefly.” The robot tsk’s, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway to appear imposing. The firewalls blared in his mind not to take a step outside, as it would go against protocols and leave the daycare unattended during hours of operation. 

You looked up at the nickname, interest piqued. Flicked the lighter closed, a small, damningly hopeful smile quirked at the edges of your lips. “Yeah, yeah. Preach to the choir, sunshine.” You bat the playful nickname right back, and his panels would shudder at the audacity twisted up in his circuits. Fingers curled into fists, rattling with underlaid frustrations. 

“R-right. Well.” Sun scritched at his lowermost rays. “H-hurry back in, its cold outside, and your breakbreakbreak is over in three minutes!” Sun taps the lack of a watch on his wrist, jostling the bells there like a tambourine. 

You bumped against the attendant as you walked past him in the doorway, unbothered by his spindly silhouette. 

“Oh, right. Sun?” His neck hinge swiveled, locking eyes. Rays shrunk back, waiting for your next remark.

“Thanks for looking out for me,” you said with a wink.

The attendant stammered as you cackled and walked away, lacking a pre-programmed retort to put up with your hijinks. The hot and cold act that left his wires bunched up into a mess. The intricacies of human behavior often went beyond his programming, but Sun could pinpoint a rulerbreaker with ease. He was sure he rushed you indoors, hands lingering on the cold of your shoulders just a little while longer than necessary to warm you back up. 

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It happened when he was trying to restock the supply closet.  An incident he refused to report to save out on his own pride.

Now, the animatronic was taller than the average human, but the storage layout in the ‘Plex was absurd even for robotic standards. Multi-leveled, crates and boxes, all shoved into the warehouse out back. Ladders with wheels attached type deal. Sun tried to catalogue the health-code violations, but his programming set up proxies and wiped the data each time. 

Beneath him, you waited impatiently and held the ladder to keep it steady. In Sun’s opinion the menial task was better than watching you roll the supply cart back and forth, played the squeaky wheels like a fiddle. Now that was a service ticket worth sending in — that the cart’s wheels needed a good oiling. After all, idle hands make for idle minds, and you are too much to leave unattended. 

“Find it yet?” You called up, louder than necessary. His rays retracted, audio input peeked by your shout. He shook their head, resetting the input levels to neutral. 

“A-almost, just need a few more–” Sun reached out to grab a crate with one arm, confident in the circuitry and hydraulics that powered his arms to handle the weight. 

Yet the briefest flicker in the power was enough to toggle the inbetween state between him and Moon, gears grinding and power reserves swapping tempos. The sudden flash was like being struck by lightning, agonizing and leaving their wires tingling as if burnt.

He let go of the ladder. He was falling.

The impact was softer than he imagined.  And noisier, too. 

“Caught you,” You laughed, arms encircled around their scrawny waist as you held them up from crashing into the concrete floor below. The buttons of their chestplate dug into your work uniform. The devious grin he was so enamored by cracked across your face like a thunderbolt. Maybe you knew, and just wanted to cheer him up.

The attendant was shockingly lightweight, a fact you’d deviously keep in mind for later. You acted as if blissfully unaware of the severity of the moment, the possibility of what would unfold should the power have went off for good, or should they have landed and dinged up their chassis over boxes of pom-poms and silly scissors. 

“I—I—You are insufferable!” Sun sputtered.

“Easy there, sunshine. You’ll blow a fuse.” You leaned the attendant back, righting his frozen posture. “See? No harm, no foul.” You brushed the bits of dust and debris off his shoulder mechanisms, paused to feel the delicate thrum of intricate machinery beneath the outer casings. 

The touch lingered as you zoned in on the humming. He remembers that part clearly, the most confusing of all.

“Hey, Sun?” You asked to cut through the shared silence. Voice soft as feathers. 

The attendant leaned in closer, circuits pumped to overdrive with anticipation. 

“Its 4:08. Do you think they’d pay me overtime if I stick out another hour?” You asked, cheekily aware of the extent of your damages to their emotional processors. He would reel back, reprimanded you for staying past clock-out time. The hardwired programming won out against the clockwork in their chest that just wouldn’t calm down, even as he walked you to the exit, raving all the while about your poor work ethic as you grinned.

Sun remembers spending the rest of the day in a daze, too starstruck by the encounter to accomplish much else. 

How he felt anything besides hatred for you, unpredictable, firecracker, wonderful you, the attendant would never be able to calculate or comprehend.