Blowjobs And Beaks Don't Usually Mix Well. Just A Little Warning For The Imp

Blowjobs and beaks don't usually mix well. Just a little warning for the imp

"Depends on who's got the beak," Blitz shot back with a filthy little grin, and a highly suggestive twitch of his tail. At least, that particular tail gesture was crude in imp culture, akin to putting one's fingers to their lips and tonguing between them, but Blitz didn't expect the stranger to know that.

"If you're worrying about Stolas, don't. That babe is talented. Course, if you're talking about someone like Eclipse or Parak..." Another tail twitch, this one at least slightly less salacious, and Blitz let out a dark little chuckle. "I'll take my chances."

cant believe this is the note we’re starting pride month with

[ for @helluvasins, continued from here ]

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There were times when Vox felt done with him. It was easy to feel exasperated with Valentino, to want him to just be--different. But those moments were only ever that. Moments. At the end of the day, Vox was his lover. The moth had his loyalty and his love. While Val might need to sleep with other people, while he might have a more voracious appetite for affection and sexual contact than Vox did, it didn't matter. Vox loved him. Whatever his idiotic, vicious, sweet baby needed, he wanted him to have. Sex with other people? Good, get him a thousand of them. Affection for absolutely no reason? Always time in the day for that. Vox cared about him deeply, as far more than just a business partner.

And so, when Val sat on his lap, he smiled without any mockery or bullshit. Vox wrapped his arms around that trim little waist and listened to him, looking at him with admiration.

"If you've not been getting enough attention," he said, and nuzzled his shoulder, careful not to smack him with any corners, "that is a tragedy. We'll have to do something about it. A night on the town? A club somewhere other than your usual? I have a meeting with Asmodeus tonight; he's sending someone to escort me, along with any company I require, down to Lust. Apparently, he has quite the club. Why don't you come with me? Dress your best, let a whole new Ring of people see how beautiful you are." Vox wasn't entirely sure that Asmodeus liked Valentino, or the way some of his films were made, but the Sin hadn't forbidden him from bringing Val. And if he had? Vox wouldn't have accepted the meeting. Valentino was his partner, in every sense of the word. Part of what made the Vees so strong was that they could, and would, fight for the others to be respected--or feared. They were ruthless not just about their own domains, the way so many Overlords were, but about each other's.

He ran a hand lovingly over Valentino's abdomen, then kissed his shoulder. "What do you think?"

Blitz choked back the cry of pain. Between the cracked sternum and ribs from Lucifer's first oh-so-gentle blow, the burning of the blade he had grabbed, and then being struck and dropped by angelic wings? It hurt. Everything hurt. But he wasn't giving up. That wasn't the goal here. The goal was to die, if that was what it took, to get this fucker to listen to him, to hear that there was more going on than he was letting himself believe.

He had hit the ground hard after Lucifer's launch. Blitz got to his feet quickly, shaking the ashes of his leather coat off his hand and arm. The Devil's sword was too heavy for an imp to hold--some fucked up, infernal magic, probably--and his arm felt half-numb after it. Which, he concluded after a glance down at his burned flesh, was probably a good thing. The burns were bad, from his hand up to his elbow. Well, Blitz thought, burns on top of burns, who gives a shit? His fury at Lucifer's words burned hotter than the blade could have anyway.

"Are you fucking serious? You really think you've done enough? That it's enough to just be a ruler and leave it at that? You think it's really an honor for the highest position imps can attain to be one of service--to you? I know about the family that serves you. Yeah, great, real great, fucker. You're a real hero to the people, letting us live to serve you." Blitz's shirt was ruined too, so he pulled it off and tossed it aside, bare-chested now. That, of course, revealed the firearm he had been concealing under everything, that he told himself he wouldn't use unless he had to; putting that holster on under his clothing had been a deliberate choice, a last resort he was giving himself.

Now, as layers were burned away, seemed like the right time.

Blitz drew the gun.

"Fuck you, Your Majesty. You're beautiful. You're--a fucking angel. And part of me wants to love you. But fuck you. Why won't you listen to me? Or see? That it's not enough. You're not doing enough." He aimed at him, aim always adjusting as Lucifer moved. "You think it's enough that you set up a hierarchy? You think you, with all of your power, are doing enough, as our king? Imps and Hellhounds are forced into sex slavery to eat. To lives of service. Hard labor. With no hope of climbing any fucking ladder, unless they fuck their way to the top," he said, voice breaking on the raw words. "That's our fault, huh? That we were made powerless in a place full of power? Our fault that we're here to serve, that our entire lives are lived in the dark, no way up?

"If you're not going to fucking listen to me, to take this shit seriously, then guess what." Abruptly, the rage inside the assassin went quiet. Everything inside him went quiet, turning to perfect calm.

"Then it's too late."

And the uprising will come. And you'll learn what happens when you hold power and refuse to use it. Blitz loved him, he didn't want to know that this was coming, but the inevitable was what it was: inevitable. Maybe he had been foolish to come here and try at all.

The assassin took the shot. In his heart, he was sure of it. This time, the hit would land. The bullet would tear through one of Lucifer's wings--

The holy bullet, jacketed in angelic steel, designed for exactly this.

Designed to hurt Lucifer Morningstar.

A spark, for a flame more dangerous than any the Devil ignited.

Lucifer stood before him watching the imp take the hit and still roll to his feet ,impressive very impressive , he could take a hit .

He was really starting to like him .. he would have to be careful not to kill him out right at least not too soon.

“That’s all I have done is try .. the rest is up to you, I made the hierarchy with the intent to protect you and the other hellborns ..” he told him gently even as he blocked his attacks ;

He looked mildly surprised when Blitzø grabbed for his sword , the flames reacting and burning hotter to protect their barer.

He saw the other’s fients and felt the family tingle of an Angelic blade being close to his skin; heh Smart move, there was hope yet after all it seemed for this man.

Stepping back he dropped his sword knowing it would be come a sudden heavy dead weight the moment he let go , He let the blade tear through his clothes as he unfurled unfurled his wings and took to the air knocking the Imp off of him with his lower pair of wings he floated above him, the bright red glow of the sky and hellish sun giving him a haloed look as he stared down at the fallen Imp.

“Well well you got me.. I think..” he checked , “oh so close Got my clothing though .. that is very impressive .. now it’s my turn..”

He wouldn’t need his sword for this his fists would do just fine .

“Im proud of you Blitzø ..not many have gotten that close to me in a long time ..not many care for their own kind as much as you do”

He would reward him, as soon as he won this fight he would reward the imp with his life .

@stolas-arsgoetia-rp came straight for the feelz and said: “Thank you for defending my honor, my darling. However, you cannot take all of the blame. After all, I was the one who initiated the deal in the first place. It seems we have much to discuss but know this, my dearest: I do not regret our first night together, no matter the consequences that came after, and I never will.”

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Blitz grew quiet, listening as Stolas spoke. He hadn't even known that Stolas was there, that heard it. Slowly, his tail curled up over his shoulder, and by the time Stolas was done speaking, the imp wanted to melt. Melt away into the ground? Melt away into oblivion? Melt in Stolas's arms? Melt into his voice, where he could live forever? He didn't know and it didn't matter. His golden eyes were locked onto Stolas's, gleaming with all of the things Blitz had been too shitty to ever say to him and mean--the things he'd been too afraid of. But now? They had already lost each other, hadn't they? So there was nothing left to lose--

Nothing left to be afraid of.

"I don't regret it either, Stols," Blitz admitted. He stepped closer. Then, with a muttered fuck it, he jumped up onto a chair and stood there, wanting to be closer to being able to look Stolas in the eyes. Heart fucking aching for love of this beautiful man he had lost by being the biggest fucking idiot to walk the Rings, Blitz reached out and took his hands.

"I don't regret you. And I never fucking will. I know it's... it's probably too late. Whatever you've got going on these days, with Demetri, or whoever, or just... you're probably happy. And that's--that's good. I'm happy for you. But Stolas, I'm never going to forget you, okay? I'm not like..." He looked down, sighing. "Fucking good at this. This feelings bullshit. Being honest and communicative and not just, you know. Spewing nonsense every other sentence." Blitz swallowed hard, shook his head, then looked back up. "But I miss you. All the time. Every day. I miss your texts. I miss the way you smell. The way you sound. I miss holding you. I miss when you start dreaming and making little like, fucking, little bird sounds in your sleep. I miss watching you get up and get ready for whatever you have to do that day. I just... I didn't...

"I didn't like. Appreciate you. Enough. When we had each other. I didn't tell you shit. I left you feeling... fucking... alone, right? Like you were some kind of monster, abusing me, and like you weren't... wanted? And that's, that's on me, Stolas. And I know it. I'm not... I'm never gonna be like, perfect." Like you are. Fuck, Stolas was everything. Blitz shook his head. "But I'm trying. Because I don't want to be this guy anymore.

"I don't want to stay the man who broke your heart."

Does the admin have any squicks?

Me? Out of character me, me me?

Yes. No. Kind of? I have squicks but not like to the point that it's a deal-breaker for me if someone does it. For example, I am highkey not into mpreg or omegaverse stuff, but have mutuals who enjoy them. Good for them! Their plot preferences are not my plot preferences, and that's okay.

I'm not big on pregnancy or breeding plots in general tbh. Which is, admittedly, part of why my version of Blitz has a very, very hard limit of absolutely not getting anyone pregnant. He won't do it. I'm just also really not interested in plots that revolve around child muses, especially if the child's existence (or baby's existence), is the entire plot.

So apparently my squick is anything related to children 😂 There we go.