Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Straz

Striker returned after his shower to join Chaz in bed, slipping under the fresh comforter with his fingers interlocking behind his head as he leaned against the headboard to dose. Chaz snoozed for a long while when he began twitching which was the first thing to draw Striker's attention, turning his head towards Chaz. The shark gritted his teeth with a series of whimpers, body coiling in on itself and hands clenching in the sheets causing Striker to grimace as he turned slightly reaching out a hand to gently grab Chaz's shoulder. 

"N-No... please...leave me.... alone..." Chaz whimpered in his sleep, shaking as his tail coiled up submissively between his legs.

"Hey, fishy...wake up," Striker gently insisted, trying not to startle Chaz.

"Mm... n-no... don't touch me anymore..." Chaz continued to whimper with a slight sweat beginning to form on his face. 

"Chaz, come now...wake up fishy," Striker persisted, shaking Chaz's shoulder harder. 

"AH! No! No, no, no, no, no! Leave me alone!" Chaz exclaimed, flailing till he fell off the bed. 

Striker recoiled in surprise to avoid being kicked or hit then moved to look over the edge of the mattress only to curse under his breath. Chaz had pressed himself into the corner beside the bedside table and the wall, knees pulled to his chest, tail coiled around himself, and hands clasped around his head. 

"Hey! Chaz, Chaz," Striker gently stated, concern evident in his tone as he took a knee beside the shaking shark. 

"No, no, no, no, no..." Chaz just started mumble chanting through hiccupping sobs. 

"Hush, Sshh. Easy, it's me. Just me," Striker quietly encouraged, placing his hands on Chaz's shoulders. 

"Striker..." Chaz sobbed, looking up with tears streaming down his face. 

"Thats it...breath," Striker eased.

Suddenly Chaz through himself on Striker causing the imp to exclaim from shocked surprise as he landed on his ass with Chaz wrapping his arms around the pale imp’s torso. Curling into Striker’s lap somehow, the shark buried his face in Striker's chest as he sobbed uncontrollably. Regaining his senses Striker gently wrapped an arm around to Chaz's back while his other hand began carding through Chaz's sweat-soaked hair trying to sooth him. Slowly Chaz's sobbing subsided to whimpers as he calmed, continuing to nuzzle into Striker's chest in search of further comfort while Striker remained silent, gently caressing his claws along Chaz's back in a soothing manner. 

"I'm sorry..." Chaz eventually mumbled into Striker's chest.

"Hmm?" Striker questioned, barely hearing what Chaz had said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak out," Chaz elaborated turning his head to the side so Striker could hear him better.

"Humph, nothin' ta worry about, Ya feelin' better?" Striker shrugged. 

"A little...humph, worst post sex moment ever," Chaz warily huffed a laugh.

"Ah it's fine...was that because of what you told me about?" Striker inquired with a small laugh of his own to the shark’s joke.

"Yeah...my brain makes me remember things I don't want to and with recent events..." Chaz confirmed, trailing off as he shivered. 

"Alright, come on. Let's get Ya back in to bed," Striker stated, gingerly helping Chaz stand up then crawl back into bed.

“Um…thanks, could you…are you going to…stay?” Chaz asked hesitantly once he was tucked back into bed, feeling embarrassed for asking.  

“I wasn’t planin’ on goin’ anywhere, but if Ya don’t want me ta stay then I can…” Striker began with a gesture over his shoulder towards the door.

“No! Please, don’t go!” Chaz interrupted, sitting up fully while reaching out towards Striker pleadingly.

“Alright, alright, take it easy. Ya don’t want me ta leave then I won’t,” Striker assured Chaz, gesturing with his hands for the shark to remain calm.

“I’m sorry…fuck, I must come off as really needy,” Chaz apologized, recoiling with a deeper embarrassed blush crossing his features.

“Nah, Yer fine,” Striker reassured the distraught shark, crawling into bed next to him.

Once settled Striker gently leaned over to pull Chaz into him, leaning the shark into his firm chest while Chaz pulled the quilt tight to his own. The duo sat for a long while in silence, Striker gently caressing Chaz’s back with his claws as Chaz lay listening to the steady beat of the pale imp’s heart.

“Striker?” Chaz whispered.

“Hmm?” Striker asked, arching a brow curiously.

“Could you…um…say what you said earlier?” Chaz wondered.

“Say what?” Striker asked seeking clarification as he’d called the shark a lot of things over the last few hours.

“You called me, darling…can I hear it again?” Chaz clarified.

“Oh, ha, sure…darlin’,” Striker agreed with a soft chuckle before fulfilling the shark’s wish.

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Strella

Over the coming weeks Strikers condition went through a roller Coster, he even required another surgery at one point to repair further internal injuries. Stella took to Striker’s side more often than not, changing his bandages, patting sweat from his face when his fever would spike and other little things. At night Stella would retire to her bedroom for a fitful rest as Striker took up every inch of her mind.

…

On this evening Stella was jolted from her fitful slumber by a blaring noise leading her to peering into the hallway from her bedroom door when the physician ran past heading towards Strikers room. Moments later Stella was in the process of slipping on a robe when she heard yelling followed by a thud. Stella hustled to the guest room where upon flinging the door open found a chaotic scene. Striker had managed to get off the bed promptly pulling off his leads and yanking out his IV lines, blood stained the bedding and floor while Striker was on one knee panting profusely with sweat dripping down his face. The physician had been knocked onto his ass not far from Striker, grabbing his glasses from the floor to reapply them to his face. "What is going on!?" Stella exclaimed, hurrying to take a knee beside the pale imp. "Proof..." Striker rasped out, body shaking as blood seeped through his bandages. Grunting in pain as Stella gently laid her hands on the imp’s shoulders.  "What?" Stella questioned, confusion situating itself upon her brow. "Gotta...get ta...bombproof..." Striker stammered out, grabbing his side in agony as he fell forwards onto all fours. "Oh, Striker...look at me, he's fine. Your steed is fine. I had a vet look at him and tend to his wound. He is in the royal stables," Stella explained, pulling Striker's chin to force the imp to look at her. "Humph...good...UGH! Fuck!" Striker exclaimed, doubling over again before heaving a mouthful of blood onto the floor. " Gotta get him on to the bed!" The physician insisted, hurrying to grab Striker under the arms while Stella grabbed the pale imp’s legs to assist in getting him onto the bed again. "What's going to happen to him?" Stella asked in a quickened-concerned tone once Striker was laid on the bed, gritting his teeth with eyes squeezed shut from pain. "Ma'am please leave, I must work on him," The physician insisted. Stella thought about arguing till she got a good look at Striker, those unfamiliar anxious feelings rearing their ugly heads once more thus prompting her to turn around to leave the room. As sun trickled through the windows of the palace the physician finally emerged from the bedroom with an exasperated sigh. "How is he?" Stella eagerly asked, pushing up from the window seat she’d been sitting on. "Stable for the moment, he reopened several external as well as internal injuries with that little stunt. He's currently fading between consciousness and unconsciousness," The physician explained. "Okay, thank you," Stella stated quietly, one hand holding by her chest with a light fist while the other was wrapped lightly around her waist. Slowly Stella returned to the room, a fresh pile of bloodied linens lying on the floor waiting for the staff to come wash them. Striker was grimacing with sheen of sweat coating his skin, quiet pained groans and grunts coming from his throat. Stella came along side the bed, reaching a handout to feel Striker's forehead confirming he was running a fever most likely from the pain he was in. Retrieving a cool cloth from the bathroom Stella gently cleaned Striker's face, placing it on his forehead before settling in one of the chairs to keep an eye on the imp. 

…

Another long week passed with little change to Striker's condition till he suddenly awoke one midafternoon while Stella was out of the room. Stella had left to have something small to eat as the swan had been neglectful in eating ever since Striker had shown up on her doorstep, heading back to resume her vigilance of the pale imp, only to have shock cross her features upon walking in to find Striker sitting up with a hand on his head and a grimace on his face. Afraid of a repeat from the other day Stella hurried to Striker's side, her presence leading to the pale imp looking towards her with a confused expression as he lowered his hand to casually drape over his thigh promptly mirroring the other. Stella wasn’t certain what to do or say, fortunately Striker appeared far calmer than he had the other day, confused…yet calm.

“Striker, are you alright?” Stella finally inquired after a long silence.

“Did I…come here?” Striker questioned, gingerly looking around the room he was in.  

“Yes, you called me, but you weren’t making any sense then I opened the front doors to find you bleeding on my doorstep,” Stella answered, consolidating what had transgressed.  

“I-I…don’t remember…ugh!” Striker groaned grabbing his head again, eyes squeezing shut as it ached.  

“Relax...how did you get in this condition?” Stella asked in turn, placing a hand on Striker’s thigh unconsciously promptly leading her to show more emotion then intended.

“Um…I was running from some Greed goons…took a risk leapin’ off a roof onto a fire exit…damn thing gave way causin’ me ta land on a metal dumpster,” Striker briefly explained, looking back to Stella with a questioning expression towards her hand on his thigh.

“Were they shooting at you?” Stella wondered, quickly removing her hand.  

“Yeah, why?” Striker wondered in turn.

“Because you had bullet wounds as did Bombproof,” Stella answered.

“Proof!? Where is he?” Striker suddenly demanded in a panic clearly not remembering the conversation they’d had the other day.

“Easy, he’s in the royal stables and he’s already been treated by a vet…he’s alright…we already had this conversation about a week ago…don’t you remember?” Stella explained, furrowing her brow in confusion as to why Striker didn’t remember.

“N-No…I sort of remember wakin’ up…ending up on the floor…mostly I remember the agonizing pain,” Striker chuckled lightly at the final part, wincing as his ribs reminded him of that pain.

“This isn’t funny! You nearly died!” Stella exclaimed, clenching her hands in the sheets beside Striker’s legs.

“Ha, can’t have that huh? Can’t lose Yer assassin now, can Ya?” Striker sarcastically retorted, that familiar smirk returning to his features.

“That’s not…why,” Stella began to exclaim before averting her gaze to the side, voice lowering nearly to a whisper with a soft blush across her features. The swan struggled internally with her feelings, questioning why she was reacting the way she was towards the pale imp? Why was she so bothered by that comment? He was just her assassin…wasn’t he? Just the hired help…or was he?

“Either way…guess I owe Ya some freebies now for havin’ saved my ass,” Striker commented, drawing Stella from her confused thoughts.

“You don’t owe me anything…the physician is on call for me, so it wasn’t a big deal to get him here…” Stella mumbled under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Stella

Lust wasn't the quietest ring however gunshots weren't normally a part of the hustle and bustle of the neon sex storm that was the main city. Bullets glinted against that neon sheen as the silhouette of an imp wearing a cowboy hat scrambled along the rooftops, a group of shark silhouettes not far behind. Eventually the roof tops ran out or at least the gap had become too wide for the imp to clear causing him to come to a screeching halt, glancing over the raised lip to the grimy ally below. Striker dropped a curse before looking back over his shoulder at the swiftly approaching group of goon sharks from Greed he’d managed to piss off, desperate for a way out the pale imp turned his attention to the rickety metal fire escape when a familiar nicker radiated through the ally. Trotting down the ally was Bombproof, Striker’s gears began to turn with a slow manic grin spreading across his face, hands moving to draw his pistols from their holsters followed by him turning slowly to face the sharks. "There he is!" The lead shark called out as the group scrambled onto the same rooftop as Striker. "He's trapped!" Another snarled, gesturing with the pistol in his hand. "Get him!" Yet another exclaimed, raising his own pistol towards Striker. "Ha-ha! Not tonight fuckers!" Striker maniacally laughed, stepping up on the lip of the building, tail sneakily snaking around a drainage pipe running down the length of the building.

Taking precise aim Striker fired off a couple shots followed by pushing off the lip of the building with that cocky smirk plastered on his features. The goons exclaimed in confusion, dodging the imp’s bullets before running to the ledge recoiling as another series of bullets flew towards them. Satisfied he had the time he needed, Striker twisted midair to face downwards while holstering his pistols with a grunted yelp from his tail going taunt prompting him to grab onto a piece of the rusted railing of the metal fire exit.  Recoiling his tail Striker began to pull himself up onto the exit platform causing the railing to groan under his weight then there was a loud crack! "Shit!" Striker exclaimed moments before he plummeted to the alley below. Striker exclaimed in agony upon smacking into the lid of a dumpster, denting the lid with his body. Groaning Striker struggled to remain conscious through the intense pain coursing through him, some how managing to get his injured body pull itself off the dumpster lid only to flop onto the grouse ally ground below causing another pained exclamation to be wrenched from the pale imp’s throat. Bombproof's hooves appeared in front of Striker’s blurring vision followed by the steed gently nuzzling at the imp’s shoulder, a gesture that prompted Striker to reach a hand up and grab bombproofs reins allowing him the leverage needed to pull himself to his feet. Grabbing his side with a hiss Striker limped around bombproofs side to heave himself onto the hell steed’s saddle just as the goons turned the corner into the alley. Proof didn't need any prompting at this point, taking off with a loud bay as Striker held onto the reins while drawing one of his pistols once again from its holster with his free hand. "Damn, Damn, damn!" Striker cursed, firing over his shoulder as the goons fired first, bullets whizzing past the pale imp’s head. Bombproof let out a pained whinny from a bullet grazing his flank yet kept galloping at full speed. Luckily upon exiting the city Striker had a moment to breath as the goons appeared to disappear with the city skyline unfortunately it was at this moment the agony began to set in with the dissipating adrenaline rush. Striker’s mind was beginning to fog over, the copper taste of blood in his mouth and the feeling of wet warmth on various parts of his battered body. The pale imp wasn’t sure when he did it, but at some point Striker pulled out his cell phone promptly calling a familiar number.

…

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Straz

Chaz sat on the edge of his bed while Striker grabbed a damp washcloth from the bathroom, coming around to stand in front of the shark. Tapping the underside of Chaz’s chin Striker prompted the shark to look up so the imp could clean off his face, oddly enough the gesture felt somewhat…intimate…even with previous partners Chaz had never felt ‘cared’ for…it was nice.

“How Ya doin’?” Striker asked, trying to fill the awkward silence in the room and breaking Chaz from his thoughts.

“Fine…” Chaz quietly responded, unintentionally sweeping his gaze from the pale imp’s face down his torso.

“Hmm, take Yer shirt off,” Striker instructed abruptly causing Chaz to jerk in surprise, blushing slightly in embarrassment at the possibility of having been caught.

“What!? WHY!?” Chaz questioned, grabbing the center of his shirt with one hand as embarrassment gave way to concern.

“Relax, I’m gonna clean up that bite wound,” Striker clarified over his shoulder, wondering casually to the bathroom for supplies.

“Oh…um…right,” Chaz relaxed slightly, with a sheepish expression on his features at having jumped to conclusions.

By the time Striker returned with whatever items he needed from the washroom Chaz had removed his shirt and the imp couldn’t help taking a short gander at the shark’s lean form. Striker hesitated for a second only to grimace with a small snarl before moving back in front of Chaz who picked up instantly on the imp’s frustration, although confused Chaz remained quiet as Striker began tending his bite wound. The pale imp needed to get so close that Chaz could feel his body heat causing certain feelings to bubble to the surface that had been buried for a long time now, Striker’s hot breath ghosted accidently along Chaz’s nape making his hair stand on end and warmth pool in his abdomen. Part of the way through tending Chaz’s wound Striker paused, eyes partially closing as he inhaled the shark’s scent, the subtle scent of blood mingling with cheap cologne, earthy sea water and…arousal? Striker pulled back ever so slightly with a confused brow raise before trying to return to tending Chaz’s wound when he caught sight out of the corner of his eye the shark’s subtle blushed cheeks. A smirk began to spread across the pale imp’s lips as he took the signs as an invitation, finishing securing the patch on Chaz’s shoulder before sliding his hand slowly down the shark’s upper arm with feather light touches. Striker leaned in to lightly blow his breath along Chaz’s neck, watching as the shark tensed a little with a slight sharp inhale of breath followed by a hard swallow. Remaining still for a moment while Chaz’s heart pounded in his chest, Striker slid his other hand down Chaz’s chest where he paused over the golden bar slid through Chaz’s nipple allowing his fingers to lightly touch it. Chaz inhaled again this time with a small whimper-moan sound, head turning more to the side with his eyes closing allowing Striker to nuzzle lightly underneath Chaz’s jawline before licking along his pulse point.

“Mmm…hmm…Strike…Striker…what are you…?” Chaz moaned softly, hands clenching the edge of the mattress.

“Relax…relax…” Striker whispered, tone dropping an octave promptly sending a rush of heat downwards especially when Striker’s lips latched onto that same spot on his pulse point.

Striker sucked liberally while pushing lightly on Chaz’s chest and upper arm to get him to lean backwards till the shark’s back hit the mattress. Striker planted a knee beside Chaz’s body on the bed, pulling off the shark’s neck to lathe his tongue over the newly formed hickey then pulling back to loom over the shark and get a feel for how things were going.

“W-What…?” Chaz barely managed to repeat in a breathy tone.

“Honestly…I have no idea. Somehow, someway you’ve slowly grown on me, never thought I’d go for a fish,” Striker chuckled, smirk growing once again.

“R-really? You…you’ve wanted too…?” Chaz wasn’t sure how to respond however the concept that Striker even remotely liked him send waves of heat surging through the shark.  

“Well, Yer good at dancin’ and these…turned out lookin’ better then I thought,” Striker emphasized his last point by lightly flicking Chaz’s right nipple piercing.

“Mmm…fuck…Striker…” Chaz groaned between clenched teeth.

“Ya alright wit all this?” Striker asked, lowering his tone to gentle one.  

“Huh? Oh…um…yes…” Chaz quietly confirmed, flushing a deeper shade and averting his gaze. Once again Chaz felt uncertain how to react, Striker was far more caring then any other partner he’d had making it hard to react in turn.

“Well then…” Striker trailed off, leaning down to graze his teeth from Chaz’s neck to his collarbone.

Striker’s claws dragged along Chaz’s chest down to his side, moving over his gills causing the shark to twitch with a small moan. Striker’s hand continued over Chaz’s gills when suddenly the shark snatched Striker’s wrist with a small, panicked whimper that instantly caused the pale imp to return his gaze to Chaz’s face.

“What’s up?” Striker asked, halting his movements.

“Um…it’s just…our gills are…sensitive…and mine are…” Chaz stammered, stumbling over his words as he kept his gaze firmly fixed on the pillows to his left. Striker glanced down at Chaz’s gills instantly understanding, the shark’s gills had a scar running along them and a couple of the gill’s flaps had pieces taken out of them.

“Alright,” Striker acknowledged, slowly moving his hand to Chaz’s stomach to caress over the lean, smooth expanse while dipping his head back down.

Chaz visibly relaxed a bit when Striker’s hand moved away from his gills, humming as he felt the imp’s hand caress over his stomach. An involuntary yelp left his throat when Striker’s mouth wrapped around his nipple, tongue flicking his nipple piercing as it swirled around the swiftly perking nub. Chaz’s head fell back against the mattress with his hands clenching in the sheets, lip drawing up between his teeth as Striker’s teeth lightly grazed his nipple and the pale imp’s hand began trailing from the shark’s stomach downwards. Striker trailed his fingers over Chaz’s crotch quickly discovering both Chaz’s cocks were starting to erect, gently grabbing them through the loose fabric of Chaz’s joggers with a couple light strokes causing Chaz to release a breathy moan. Striker kept Chaz’s right arm lightly pinned as he hummed around the shark’s nipple while continuing to lightly massage Chaz’s cocks through his pants, sliding his hand down to cup Chaz’s testicular bulge with a light squeeze before moving back up. Chaz continued to moan softly under the administrations of Striker, squirming as a wet patch formed on his joggers when Striker suddenly stopped everything he had been doing to pull back.

“Hmm, get up the bed,” Striker instructed with a casual head tilt towards the headboard before getting off the bed to stand up.

“Uh…okay…” Chaz hesitantly agreed through soft panting breaths.

Scooting up the bed Chaz watched as Striker shrugged off his jacket then pulled off his shirt revealing to the shark that the imp’s body matched his handsome face much to his delight. Crawling up the bed Striker hooked his fingers under Chaz’s waist band to begin gingerly pulling off his joggers promptly revealing his two hard cocks to the air of the room. Striker maneuver to Chaz’s right while Chaz tucked his arms in and brought his tail to wrap half way around his legs which were bent upwards slightly. Striker smirked at the submissive gesture although it wasn’t surprising by this point as the shark had always given off the air of submission.

“Those pervs online…watch Ya purely for these?” Striker crooned, caressing a hand to Chaz’s left peck and lightly toying with his nipple piercing.

“Uh…at first…then I started…adding things…” Chaz answered with a breathy moan.

“They watch Ya cum?” Striker questioned, trailing his hand down Chaz’s torso.

“Nah…I never cum while live streaming…only afterwards…” Chaz continued to answer.

Striker trailed his hand all the way down till he grabbed the base of Chaz’s first cock, stroking gingerly causing the shark to groan deep in his throat with a small whimper. Striker gently hooked a claw in the golden hoop connected to the head of Chaz’s cock giving it a light tug causing Chaz to arch slightly off the bed with a whimpering plea as pre-cum dribbled from his tip. Chuckling Striker removed his hand then rolled Chaz’s hips halfway to the side, pulling the shark’s leg over the pale imp’s hip while his tail flopped over the imp’s side. Yelping in surprise, Chaz blushed deeply as he was splayed out promptly leaving nothing to hide as his cocks bounced causing the golden hoops to glint in the soft light of the room while Striker’s smirk grew to a mischievous grin that stretched from ear to ear.

“Mmm, now if that isn’t an interestin’ sight,” Striker growled, eyeing Chaz’s drooling cocks.

“F-Fuck…Striker…ah-ha…!” Chaz exclaimed, Striker’s fingers rubbing lightly over his exposed entrance.

“Mm, Yer gonna be tight…not what I expected, got any lube around here?” Striker whispered in a low husky tone.

“Ah! S-shit…bedside drawer…behind you…” Chaz cursed.

Striker looked over his shoulder, using his tail to open the drawer then fish out the bottle of lube located there. Popping the lube bottles lid with the spade of his tail Striker dribbled some lube over Chaz’s right butt cheek promptly allowing it to creep down between his cheeks where Striker was able to rub it over Chaz’s hole. Chaz grabbed the pillows as he twisted awkwardly, loudly groaning as Striker’s fingers pressed into him then retracted before pressing back in with more lube, scissoring to spread the shark open slowly. The awkward position kept Chaz from wiggling away allowing Striker to work diligently in his effort to prep the shark, snaking his other arm underneath Chaz’s body to reach the shark’s right nipple promptly turning the shark into a drooling whimpering mess.

“Feelin’ good, Darlin’?” Striker growled lowly and there was something about him calling Chaz darling that sent something straight to Chaz’s dicks causing them to ache with a spurt of pre-cum.

“Fuck yes! It feels…amazing! Ah!” Chaz confirmed, mumbling into the pillows currently being shred by his claws.

Striker pulled all three fingers free of Chaz, reaching between their bodies to undo his own pants promptly pulling his own hard dick from its captivity. Striker’s cock slid between Chaz’s legs revealing to the shark what he was in store for, eyes growing wide as he watched the imp’s cock rub against his testicular bulge.

“I’m gonna make you mine~ inside and out,” Striker growled again with a soft rattle.

“Oh fuck…” Chaz breathed out as Striker drizzled a fair amount of lube over his cock before pulling his hips back to line the head up with Chaz’s hole.

Chaz tried to relax as much as he could when the tip of Striker’s cock pressed to his entrance eventually sliding inside. Striker started gently rocking his hips to slowly ease himself into Chaz, applying lube ever few minutes to help keep things slick while Chaz moaned in desperation. Striker nipped along Chaz’s left shoulder blade, fingers pinching Chaz’s nipple around the piercing on the right side while his left hand kept the shark’s hips in place.

“Ah-ah-ah-ooh-oh-ah-fuck-shit-Strike-Striker…please…” Chaz moaned incoherently, Striker’s cock slowly spreading his hole open.

“Nearly there,” Striker whispered, breath ghosting across Chaz’s skin.

Not wishing to draw this out any further Striker pulled his hips back a little further then previous, applied a bit of lube then thrust forwards promptly shoving himself to the hilt inside Chaz’s ass. Chaz released a yelp that faded to a groaning moan as Striker’s cock settled inside him, filling the shark to the brim with thick warmth. Striker held for a moment to allow Chaz to adjust, gingerly rocking his hips to get the shark used to the sensation while toying with Chaz’s nipple piercings. Once Chaz was settled Striker pulled back then thrust forwards to set up the pace he wanted, using his precision to hit Chaz’s prostate on each thrust making the imp curse every time his cock was engulfed in the shark’s tight heat. Chaz continued his mantra of ecstasy, cocks bouncing with each thrust till he was so close it hurt causing the shark to clench around Striker who began chanting for Chaz to cum.

Aiden is Drade's first love and fiancé. They served together in the war in a special program for super soldiers or special soldiers.

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Stolitz, Striker/OC

There was no denying that the sunset in Wrath was one of the prettiest things in hell, reflecting off the sands increasing that orange warmth. Calus blew out a string of smoke after taking a drag of a cigarette, resting against Aurora in the silence of the rapidly approaching evening as the flames of his pit fire danced with the stretching shadows. Due to the hour he’d gotten to the first town he’d seen in weeks, the Dracony had missed out on a room at the local motel thus he was camping one last time before heading to the city in the morning. The silence of the evening was interrupted by Calus’ phone going off, apparently, he’d finally gotten service from the little town thus arching a brow in curiosity he picked it up. Blitz was in sheer panic on the other end of the call, muttering something about a trial going sideways and Stolas living in his apartment.

“He did what!?” Calus exclaimed upon getting Blitz to calm enough to explain the situation in more depth. Contemplating for a moment Calus assured Blitz he’d be there as soon as possible although he warned the imp that he wasn’t certain what he’d be able to do.  

…

True to his word Calus managed to get to Pride by the following afternoon thus making it to Blitz’s apartment by late evening. Sitting in Blitz’s kitchen while Stolas slept on the couch Calus listened to the full story, swirling the coffee in the bottom of his mug when Blitz finished.

“So?” Blitz questioned, drawing Calus’ gaze upwards.

“Hmm? So what?” Calus retorted, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Is there anything you can do?” Blitz asked with a hopeful expression on his features.

“Blitz, I may be a Dracony but…that doesn’t carry as much weight as it used too,” Calus responded with a heavy sigh.

“But the sins will listen to you…Satan might…” Blitz stammered.

“I get along with some of the sins…Satan and Mammon are not two that are on that list. I’m not saying I can’t try…just don’t expect a miracle.” Calus explained with a sympathetic expression crossing his features.

“Oh…” Blitz trailed off, head hanging slightly in defeat.

“Like I said, I’ll do what I can…Where is Via?” Calus inquired after sparing a glance to Stolas’ sleeping form on the couch.

“Still at the palace,” Blitz answered.

“With Andrealphus and Stella?” Calus clarified.

“Yeah,” Blitz confirmed.

“Alright, I’ll go check on her…Blitz, you said they had a witness who took the stand…who in the whole of hell was it?” Calus wondered upon thinking over what Blitz had told him.

“Oh right, it was Striker. The fucking bastard!” Blitz snarled.

Calus recoiled with wide eyes at the mention of Striker’s name, thoughts racing as his gut twisted. Shaking away the thoughts Calus refocused on Blitz just as Stolas let out a soft sigh promptly rousing from his slumber.

“I should go,” Calus stated, getting up from the table.

“Okay…hey Calus,” Blitz called after the Dracony as he put his hat on heading for the door.

“Hmm?” Calus retorted over his shoulder.

“Thanks again,” Blitz offered with a soft smile.

“Humph, mm-hmm,” Calus acknowledged with a smile, continuing his way out of the apartment.

…

Calus wanted nothing more then to meet up with Striker although he wasn’t certain if it would be to chew the imp out or ask if it was true either way it was a moot point because first the Dracony needed to pay the Goetia palace a visit. Pulling back on the reins, Calus brought his steed Aurora to a halt a few feet from the newly fridged palace coated with ice. Grousing Calus dismounted Aurora to head up to the main doors, conjuring flames from his palm to melt the ice spires guarding them before rapping on them with his knuckles. A small imp answered the door dressed in a butler outfit although Calus wasn’t sure why it was necessary as Stella shrieked from a nearby room wondering who was at the door leading to an eyeroll from the Dracony. Calus pressed past the imp into the foyer just as Andrealphus appeared in the doorway to the left presumably leading into a sitting room.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Andrealphus questioned with a disgusted expression.

“Humph, this how you greet guests?” Calus inquired with an equally disgusted look, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You are not a guest, if anything you’re an interloper,” Andrealphus crooned.

“Fine, I’m an interloper. An annoyed interloper. I’m not here to talk to you nor Stella, I’m here to speak with Octavia,” Calus retorted, tone reflecting his annoyance.

“Not a chance!” Andrealphus exclaimed with a harsh hand gesture through the air.

“Oh yeah? Try to stop me,” Calus challenged with a snarl before turning to head towards the staircase leading upwards.

Andrealphus groused yet didn’t try to stop the Dracony as he climbed the stairs towards the royal wing. Wondering along the hall Calus came across a door that had a handwritten sign hanging on it saying, ‘Stay out’. Huffing a laugh Calus knocked on the door using his knuckles promptly rousing a quiet “hello” from with in.

“Octavia? It’s Calus, may I come in?” Calus asked gently.

“Oh, yeah sure,” Octavia answered, creaking her door open a crack before shyly inviting Calus inside.

“Thank you, I’ve come to check on you,” Calus stated, moving inside the young Goetia’s room.

“Um…thank you, I guess. Did my dad send you?” Octavia asked with a suspicious look.

“No, Blitz called me out of concern for Stolas…and you,” Calus clarified.

“Uh…oh, I see. I thought dad might have sent you to convince me to forgive him,” Octavia also clarified, rubbing her arm awkwardly.

“Nope, I did hear about the spat you had with your dad,” Calus retorted, sitting down on a chair in the room.

“Yeah well, dad shouldn’t have abandoned me and hidden things from me,” Octavia mumbled as she sat on the edge of her bed.

“What did he hide?” Calus casually inquired.

“He’s on medication for depression…he needs pills to make him happy…am I not enough?” Octavia’s voice wavered upon asking her question.

“Ahh, I see. Is that why you were mad at him? Because you feel like Stolas lied about loving you?” Calus inquired, tone remaining gentle as he sat forwards supporting his forearms on his knees while interlinking his fingers casually.

“He did! Dad claimed to love me! But he never loved me or mum! I was just some…royal extra…the ‘just in case’!” Octavia exclaimed, voice slowly growing more unsteady by the second as her eyes filled with tears.

“Easy, young one. I can see how you could think that…how it looks. I won’t sit here and tell you that you’re wrong…I won’t try to convince you to forgive him. Stolas has his flaws...but I will tell you from my perspective that Stolas loves you more then life itself,” Calus responded, keeping his tone low and calm.

“Hmm…wait, you’re really not going to try to convince me or say I’m being silly or ridiculous?” Octavia asked, confusion situating on her face with a sniffle.

“No, I have no place telling you how to feel. All I came here for was to check on you and offer you help should you require it,” Calus assured Octavia with a gentle smile.

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Calus. I’m okay for the moment, but if I need you, I’ll call,” Octavia smiled back through teary eyes.

“Good to hear, also I wanted to just give you a little advice. You can take it or leave it. I know you want this world to be black and white, simple…unfortunately things just aren’t like that, shades of grey surround us no matter where we go,” Calus offered, a small frown forming on his features as he thought about Striker.

“Mm, you sound like you’re speaking from experience,” Octavia stated, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt as she considered Calus’ words.

“Oh yes, more then I’d like to admit,” Calus confirmed with a small chuckle while shaking his head slightly.

“Well…I’ll think on it and thanks again for checking on me,” Octavia smiled again.

“Here is my card, feel free to call if you need anything,” Calus stated, standing from the chair and handing a business card to Octavia containing his phone number.

“I will, promise,” Octavia assured Calus accepting the card.

Calus gave a nod then made his way out of her room, down the hallway then down the stairs towards the front door where Andrealphus was in the foyer waiting with Stella. Calus turned slightly to the fuming birds, offering a parting snarl that made them jump back a little before Calus turned to leave out the front doors. Mounting Aurora, the Dracony now had one last issue to deal with and it was the one he’d been putting off…talking to Striker.

…

A couple days down the road Calus made his way to a usual meeting spot for him and Striker, a fancy hotel in downtown Imp city. Striker had returned from a recent job prompting their usual get together for some fun boot knocking before either Calus or the imp needed to return to work. Calus leaned against the mirrored walls of the fancy white elevator with his arms crossed over his chest and a grimace plastered on his features as he contemplated how to approach this. Upon entering the room Calus looked around for the pale imp, spotting him by the small coffee bar making a cup for himself.

“There Ya are, thought Ya weren’t comin’ for a minute,” Striker chuckled, sipping the coffee he’d just made.

“Honestly, almost didn’t,” Calus admitted staying partially in the ‘foyer’ area with his hands in his jean’s pockets.

“Huh? Whatchya talkin’ about?” Striker questioned, raising a confused brow.

“I mean exactly what I said…but enough about that, I have a question that I need you to answer,” Calus insisted, shifting from one foot to the other for a stronger stance.

“Alright…” Striker stated eyeing Calus suspiciously.

“Did you testify to get Blitz executed?” Calus’ tone turned dark as he eyed Striker with a narrowed gaze. Striker froze, going silent as he stared back at Calus seriously wondering if it was safe or smart to reveal the truth to the Dracony.

“I…did, but it’s not as simple as Ya think,” Striker confirmed with a quick defensive add on.

“Then what is it?” Calus snapped back, anger lacing the undertone of his voice.

“I didn’t have a choice, Calus,” Striker retorted, panic beginning to rise in his chest.

“Didn’t have a choice? Didn’t have a fucking choice! Your choice was to tell Andrealphus and Stella ta fuck off and eat a bag of dicks!” Calus exclaimed, hands pulling from his pockets to angrily gesture through the air.

“Again, it wasn’t that simple! If Ya would calm down and let me explain…” Striker persisted, taking a step towards Calus with an open gesture.

“No! I…I can’t…after I saved your ass from that screeching harpy and everything, we’ve been doing…I just…can’t,” Calus growled, turning from Striker with his eyes closed and hand raised to block the imp.

“Calus…please let me explain…” Striker insisted, voice unusually quiet and pleading.

“Don’t! You can keep the room it’s paid till tomorrow,” Calus snarled, heading for the hotel room door and slamming it as he left.

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Beelzebub/Vortex/Loona

Loona had come to enjoy hanging out with Bee and Tex even when there wasn’t a party, they knew how to have fun no matter the situation. This wasn’t the first time they’d been sitting watching a movie on the long couch in the entertainment room nor was it the first time Bee started making out with Tex however what was a first was Bee turning her attention to Loona.

“Come on sweet thing, come here and join us,” Bee insisted, gesturing for Loona to move closer to her and Tex.

“Huh? Really? A-Are…you sure?” Loona inquired shyly. It was no secret by this point that the trio liked one another, but beside some casual kissing it hadn’t gone too far.

“Fuck yes! Get over here cutie,” Bee confirmed.

Still hesitant Loona scooted closer as Bee and Tex repositioned to either side of her with gentle smiles. Bee caressed her hands over Loona’s upper arms while her second set of arms caressed over Loona’s thigh, Tex nuzzling at Loona’s neck causing her to blush. Bee moved a hand to Loona’s chin, gently pulling it in her direction till their lips met in a gentle yet awkward kiss as Loona wasn’t too used to kissing however Bee guided her till sliding her tongue into the younger hound’s mouth. Loona released a soft moan around Bee’s tongue, eyes lightly closing until she felt Tex’s hands caress down her back to her tail, carding his fingers through her fur promptly sending chills from her head to toes. Loona pulled from the kiss with a sharp gasp, a string of saliva connecting the two female hounds as Loona panted lightly, eyes half lidded with chills making her fur stand up.

“Ha-ha, your tail is really sensitive isn’t it,” Bee purred with a chuckle.

“I-I…can’t help it…” Loona stammered, embarrassment lacing her tone as she turned bright red in the face.

“Don’t worry Loona…I got you,” Tex reassured Loona with a low growl next to her ear.

“Hmm…let us make you feel good…” Bee growled in turn, caressing a pair of hands up Loona’s torso and under her shirt to cup the younger hound’s breasts.

“Ah…but…Bee…” Loona gasped in surprise, whipping her head to look between Bee’s hands under her shirt and the sin’s face.

“Sshh…just relax,” Bee encouraged, massaging Loona’s breasts.

Loona flushed across her snout, eyes squeezing shut with a moan as she bit down on her lower lip and her ears laid back against her head. Bee traded a glance with Tex, who nodded in confirmation before moving his hands to Loona’s waist where he massaged his thumbs into them while his mouth began nipping along Loona’s neck. Loona balled her hands on her thighs with an involuntary whine when Tex sucked on her nape and Bee pinched her nipples creating sensations, she was unfamiliar with…other then the tingling sensation growing between her legs that is. It didn’t take long for Bee to notice Loona squirming under their administrations causing her to chuckle in bemusement.

“What do we have here? Feeling a little neglected down here?” Bee cooed, reaching a hand from her second set of arms down between Loona’s legs to cup her covered crotch.

“Ooh…hmm…mm…” Loona moaned in surprised arousal, half lidded eyes looking at Bee in a pleading yet uncertain manner.

“May I?” Tex inquired, gently sliding his hands under Loona’s shirt and tugging lightly as a hint to remove it.

“Um…I guess…” Loona hesitantly granted but Tex didn’t proceed instead he backed off as did Bee creating confusion in the young hound.

“Are you okay?” Bee asked, noticing Loona’s defensive body posture with her tail wrapped around herself and ears laid back in a nervous way.

“Huh? I’m fine!” Loona defensively retorted.

“No, you’re not. What’s going on?” Bee persisted.

“Is it too much…too fast?” Tex added, moving his hands to her shoulders.

“N-no…I just…I don’t look good, okay!?” Loona burst out, averting her gaze to the side while crossing her arms over her chest.

“What!? That isn’t true! You’re gorgeous,” Tex retorted in surprise.

“Yeah, you’re a fucking cutie! I want to see every part of you,” Bee confirmed.

“I don’t look…good naked though…my boobs are really small and…I’m not really skinny…” Loona mumbled glancing down at her body.

“Who cares? I don’t care if you’re a little small in the chest, they felt good in my hands,” Bee rolled her tongue in a seductive manner while looking at Loona’s chest.

“And I personally like a little meat on the bone, if you know what I mean,” Tex chuckled, moving his hands to Loona’s hips to give them a squeeze.

“Really?” Loona asked, sparing a hesitant glance up at Bee.

“You bet, now…do you want to continue?” Bee softly inquired.

Loona took a moment to think over what they’d said before giving a small nod of confirmation promptly lowering her arms to allow Tex to shift his hands back to the hem of her shirt. Gingerly Tex lifted Loona’s shirt over her head causing her hair to fall over one shoulder, yet she was still left partially naked for the first time in front of both Bee and Tex. Loona’s lighter marking traveled over her breasts however her areola and nipples were closer to her darker fur shade. Tex snaked his arms around Loona to cup her breasts in his hands with a soft chuckle.

“Bee’s right, they do fit nice in the hand,” Tex commented, giving Loona’s breasts a little squeeze.

“Humph, shut up…” Loona retorted with no heart behind it at all, blushing harder as she averted her gaze to the side with a little muffled laugh.

“It’s not fair if you’re the only one naked here,” Bee chuckled in turn, sitting back to pull off her own top promptly revealing her own medium sized breasts that had her yellow fur color along the outsides but the tan color along the rest of them with soft pink areola and nipples.

“Oh wow,” Loona commented, staring as Bee jiggled her chest with an excited laugh.

“Why don’t you come straddle me and have a feel?” Bee suggested leaning back against the couch while patting her lap invitingly.

“Me? Um…sure,” Loona agreed, moving to straddle Bee’s lap as instructed.

Loona’s hands gently grabbed Bee’s breasts with a hesitant massaging motion while Tex moved back to remove his own shirt. Bee released a satisfied hum as Loona explored the different ways to massage Bee’s breasts, pinching her nipples lightly to bring them to peak in hopes of creating good sensations for the sin. Tex sat back to watch the girls for a bit with one hand starting to massage his crotch through his pants especially once Bee moved a hand to Loona’s covered crotch making the other hound whine again.

“Can I take these off?” Bee asked, lightly tugging at Loona’s pants hem.

“Mm, yes,” Loona confirmed with a little hesitance, but it was a firm confirmation.

Slipping from Bee’s lap, Loona stood up to allow the sin to remove her pants along with the thong underwear she’d been wearing. Tex unzipped his pants simultaneously to pull out his hard length with a couple strokes which drew the attention of both female hounds. Bee gently guided Loona towards Tex, the younger hound crawling onto the couch to settle between his legs followed by a hesitant grab of the base of his cock just above the knot. Leaning down Loona gave a small lick to the head of Tex’s cock then another as she explored how to do a blowjob, swirling her tongue around the head then licking up the shaft causing Tex to groan. Bee slipped out of her pants then sat behind Loona to admire the hound’s ass as she tended to Tex, slick beginning to seep from her folds the more she sucked Tex’s cock. Flipping Loona’s tail to the side Bee slid two fingers along Loona’s slick folds making her moan around Tex’s cock which she’d taken to mid shaft, instinctually spreading her legs a little to offer Bee access. Holding Loona’s hip with one hand, tail with another, Bee continued to caress her fingers along Loona’s moist folds, occasionally dipping them barely beyond them to caress over her clit feather light.

Loona was trying desperately to focus on working Tex’s cock, but it was getting more difficult to as Bee applied firmer pressure around her clit. Suddenly Bee inserted her two fingers into Loona’s vaginal opening with ease thanks to how slick she’d become causing the younger hound to pull off Tex with a gasping yelp of a moan. Bee began gently curling her fingers inside Loona against that wonderful G-spot while thrusting in and out of her at a slow pace.

“Ah! Oh…fuck…Bee…!” Loona moaned looking over her shoulder.

“Ha-ha, relax Loona, babe,” Tex chortled, pulling Loona up a little to lean against his chest while Bee continued finger fucking her.

“Easy pup, you’re so tight…gotta getchya loosened up,” Bee stated as Loona panted with whining moans.

Loona could feel her stomach twisting with arousal and that familiar urge akin to having to pee, she was getting close. Bee could feel Loona’s inside’s twitching around her fingers in anticipation of Cumming along with her slick dripping down her fingers however she wasn’t just going to allow Loona to have that, yet at least. Pulling her fingers free Bee chuckled at Loona’s needy little whimpering whine only to be cut off when Tex captured her mouth in a deep kiss.

“She’s ready,” Bee stated, sucking the juices from her fingers.

Tex pulled from the kiss with Loona to help her adjust, straddling his lap while Tex held his cock to her vaginal opening. Before Loona sunk down Bee slipped a condom onto Tex’s cock between Loona’s legs then helped guide her down onto him. Loona winced with a little whimper as his cock pressed deeper inside then any toy she’d used in the past, she sat for a few moments to adjust with the feeling of his knot at her entrance.

“Ready?” Tex inquired.

“Y-Yes…” Loona breathed out.

Tex gently slid his hands under Loona’s thighs to cup the junction where her thighs met her ass cheeks then lifted her up with ease before lowering her again. Loona cussed loudly with a moaning cry; hands planted firmly on Tex’s chest as he continued the action till a slow pace was set. Bee happily watched Loona getting fucked on Tex’s fat cock, leaning back to begin massaging herself with happy little moans and groans to spur on her partners. Seeing Bee behind Loona enjoying herself, Tex maneuvered Loona around while sitting up more for better leverage promptly allowing him to begin thrusting his hips upwards. Bee put on a bigger show by inserting her fingers deep into her pussy while vigorously rubbing her clit until falling over that tedious edge with a loud howl as her cum squirted over the couch. Spurred on Tex thrust harder into Loona making her open mouth moan with curses mixed in as she took Tex’s knot about halfway with each thrust.

“C-can I knot you?” Tex asked in a breathy tone.

“S-sure…just…please…don’t stop…” Loona panted.

“Alright,” Tex confirmed with a breathy laugh.

Bee crawled closer having come down from her orgasmic high to assist by pressing Loona’s thighs a little further apart then pushed Loona’s hips down on the next thrust upwards Tex gave. Loona shrieked with claws digging into Tex’s thighs as his knot popped inside her, feeling like she just took a grapefruit up the puss. Tex grabbed Loona’s arms firmly yet gently to pin them behind her back then lean her back against his chest to continue thrusting inside her while the young hound whimpered, whined and panted on the cusp of orgasm.

“Come on pup, cum for us,” Bee encouraged, using one set of hands to spread Loona’s folds while another hand started rubbing the young hound’s clit.

Loona jerked with a surprised gasp while still panting as she looked down at Bee massaging Loona’s own clit. The sensations were so intense compared to when she’d masturbate it wasn’t long before she was howling out a cry of ecstasy from the intense orgasm that ripped through her body, tightening around Tex’s cock inside her promptly pulling him over the edge as well. Tex’s knot throbbed inside Loona making him groan while pumping the younger female hound full of his seed even if it was contained inside a condom. Loona whimpered at pump after pump of seed ballooned the condom inside her creating a feeling of bursting with how full she was.

“Such a good pup,” Bee praised while watching Tex continue to thrust gently to empty his knot.

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Stolitzer

Summer days in Pride could be just as hot if not hotter than Wrath as Striker swiftly found out upon spending time in the Goetia palace with Blitz and Stolas. Despite the palace containing servants to tend to every inch of its premises, Striker preferred to still be hands on with the work and if nothing else it kept his hands busy between jobs. Striker leaned against the nearby garden fence, using his discarded shirt to wipe down the sheen of sweat that had begun to coat his skin before grabbing a bottle of water. Gulping down the water Striker recoiled when water landed on him from the left-hand side, rattling his tail slightly in annoyance as he shot a glare towards Blitz. The Crimson imp had been watering the nearby plants or that’s what he claimed although Striker was 99 percent certain that all Blitz wanted was to watch him work without a shirt on and this was proven by the large muddy puddle continuing to grow on the ground. Apparently, Blitz had just noticed the puddle causing him to jerk in surprise with a cuss promptly resulting in the splash of water landing on Striker from the hose being whipped around. Panicking Blitz fumbled to find the tap for the hose to turn it off, continuing to cuss a blue streak as his feet squelched along the sloppy wet ground.

“Humph…Ya alright over there Bossman?” Striker asked, smirk plastering on his face with a raised brow.

“Don’t be so smug! Damn it, this is all your fault!” Blitz retorted, pointing an accusing finger at Striker.

“What!? How is this my fault?” Striker recoiled in confused offense.

“Who works with no shirt on?” Blitz clarified, tossing the hose to the side.

“I do, it’s hot as fuck out here,” Striker swiftly responded, gesturing to the sun above them.

“So? Sweat in cloths like the rest of us,” Blitz shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ah, come off it bossman. Ya know Ya like seein’ this,” Striker chuckled, pushing off the fence to place a hand on his hip while tipping his head upwards slightly.

“Never said I didn’t,” Blitz retorted.

“Uh-huh…well, Ya wanna get ta work cleanin’ this shit up,” Striker suggested gesturing towards the massive puddle on the ground.

“Why me? You’re the one who distracted me,” Blitz asked with a smug smirk on his face.

“Just fuckin’ clean it up,” Striker insisted, wrinkling his nose in annoyance as he turned to head back towards the royal stables. Blitz huffed in annoyance back before the smirk returned to his lips, removing his shirt before crouching slightly with his tail swishing behind him.

“Why don’t you make me!” Blitz called after Striker, who stopped to look over his shoulder in response.

Striker recoiled in surprise with a momentary ‘huh’ as Blitz pounced at him promptly toppling Striker to the muddy ground. Striker managed to turn over allowing him to lock hands with Blitz who smirked above the pale imp. Snarling Striker attempted to push Blitz off of himself only to have the crimson imp push back in a struggle to keep Striker pinned beneath him. A frustrated growl came from Striker’s throat as his tail wrapped around Blitz’s far leg followed by yanking hard along with shoving with his hands resulting in the crimson imp being flipped to the right onto his back with Striker landing on top of him. Blitz yelped in surprise as he was flipped onto his back, mud splashing up from the sloppy ground to coat their bodies.

“So…ugh…it’s a…wrestlin’ match Ya want…” Striker grunted, pinning Blitz to the ground.

“Ha! You started this!” Blitz blurted out, snagging his tail with Striker’s to keep him from pulling anything else with it.

Using the hold on Striker’s tail for leverage Blitz voluntarily released his grip with Striker’s hands, shoved them into the mud and yanked himself between the pale imp’s legs. Leaping to his feet Blitz spun around and landed on top of Striker’s back, yanking his arms backwards promptly pinning him face down in the mud with his ass in the air. Blitz smirked with a small hip roll against the pale imp’s ass making him growl with a smirk over his shoulder at feeling the other imp’s bulge slide between his covered butt cheeks.

“What…did I…start…exactly…?” Striker breathed out with a chuckle.

“You know exactly what you’ve done to me…and it looks like I’m not the only one,” Blitz chortled in turn, glancing down between Striker’s legs where his jeans were clearly straining.

“Then why…don’t Ya…let me up and we can go take a long hot shower together,” Striker suggested with a little seductive growl that shot electricity straight up Blitz’s spine.

Blitz released Striker’s arms only to yank him up by the shoulders till they were both standing face to face. Blitz engulfed Striker’s mouth in a heated kiss while his hands grabbed the pale imp by the ass, pulling his pale counterpart against himself while rolling his hips to rub their covered crotches together. Between sloppy kisses, movements and stumbling steps they managed to make it into the palace kitchen only to stop short with wide surprised eyes. Stolas whipped around in the booth he’d been sitting in to watch the backyard out the window, flush plastered across his features as he began to stammer.

“Oh…Blitz…Striker…I-I…was…um…I wasn’t…” Stolas stammered profusely.

“Hmm, Ya thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” Striker inquired, smirk growing wider simultaneously as Blitz.

“Oh yeah,” Blitz agreed.

Fandom: Helluvaboss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Straz

Darkness relented to the throbbing pain in Chaz’s brain, rousing him back to the conscious world with a deep groan. Blinking a couple times Chaz could make out the familiar roof of his apartment a fact which confused him considering his last few memories were of the locker room, specifically the locker room floor. Sitting up cautiously Chaz felt sore from head to toe however it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be considering what happened…looking down Chaz noticed he was dressed in a pair of fresh boxers and the wound on his shoulder had been tended too all facts that should have brought comfort yet did the complete opposite because it meant someone had been touching his naked body while he was unconscious. Chaz was just starting to look around his apartment when his guts churned sending an uncontrollable wave of nausea straight up his gullet causing the shark to scramble for the nearest trash can which luckily was on the bedside table, strangely so however he didn’t have time to dwell on that before wrenching his guts up. Over his retching Chaz could barely make out a pair of boots tapping across his wooden floors promptly drawing his attention upwards just enough to reveal Striker slowly coming along side Chaz’s bed.

“Glad ta see Yer awake, don’t move around too much or that’ll happen again,” Striker stated, placing a glass of water on the bedside table.

“S-Striker? Why…are you here?” Chaz wondered, voice shaky as he debated if he could put down the trash can or not.

“Ya don’t remember. Kai came back from gettin’ supplies for the bar only ta find Ya gone, she heard shoutin’ from the locker room and came ta get me. I found Ya wit that bastard envy demon in the locker room,” Striker explained calmly while reaching into his pants pocket.

“You…saved me?” Chaz wondered as his foggy brain tried to comprehend everything being told to him.

“Somethin’ like that, here,” Striker confirmed handing a pill to Chaz who immediately recoiled from it with a confused furrow on his brow.

“Relax, it’s to treat the poison that ass injected into Ya via that bite on Yer shoulder,” Striker explained, trading the pill for the trash can.

“Oh…is that why I feel so…” Chaz trailed off, heat surging through his body.

“Yeah, they can inject an aphrodisiac via their fangs,” Striker confirmed, setting the can on the ground then passing the glass of water to Chaz.

“Okay, thanks…for everything,” Chaz thanked the pale imp before downing the pill.

“He didn’t do any damage either, you’ll be sore for a day or two but nothing too grievous was done to Ya,” Striker assured Chaz who nearly choked on the mouthful of water he had been downing, comprehending immediately that Striker had just subtly told him that he’d inspected the shark while he was unconscious.  

“Hm, that’s good…” Chaz trailed off, a deep frown forming on his face along with a slight blush on his cheeks while averting his gaze to the half full glass of water in his hands.

“I’ll get Ya some more water than I’ll let Ya rest before checkin’ in later,” Striker stated after observing Chaz’s demeanour for a moment, not wanting to push the shark considering what happened.  

Once Striker left Chaz opted to get a little more rest unfortunately nightmares ravaged Chaz’s dreams as he was taken back to those horrible days after the failed wedding, the torture he endured at the hands of Crimson’s gang before they tried to take his jaws. A hand shook Chaz from his restless slumber with a shriek, sweat coating his skin causing his hair to stick to his face from fear as well as the slight fever he was still suffering from the envy demon’s poison. Kai recoiled from Chaz with a startled gasp before returning her hand to his shoulder in a gentle manner, rubbing lightly in a soothing way as Chaz calmed down.

“Striker’s busy so he asked me to check on you, let me wipe your face,” Kai insisted gently using a cool cloth to wipe away the sweat.

“Hmm…t-thank you Kai…um…Kai, can I ask you a question?” Chaz wondered, leaning into the cool of the cloth on his heated skin.

“Sure sweetie, what’s up?” Kai asked in her usual sweet manner.

“Is Striker…like this with all his employees? Looking after them I mean,” Chaz asked curiously.

“Well…Striker looks after his employees if that’s what you mean. Striker doesn’t hire just anyone and those he does he tends to take care of,” Kai answered pulling the cloth back.

“Oh…okay, good,” Chaz sighed in relief although deep down there was a hint of disappointment.

“I will say though…Striker seems to have taken a little more of a shine ta Ya compared to the rest of us,” Kai added causing Chaz to perk a little.

“Really?” Chaz retorted, raising a brow.

“Yeah, he sticks around a lot to see you perform,” Kai confirmed with a little smirk.

“Humph, go figure,” Chaz commented absently under his breath.

“Anyways, how Ya feelin’?” Kai wondered.

“Huh? Oh, better than I did although I still feel a little warm and queasy,” Chaz answered.

“That’s good, here, Striker wants you to take another of these pills,” Kai stated, pulling the same pill Chaz took before from her pocket.

“Right, thanks…again,” Chaz offered.

“Yep, now I’ll change your bandage really quick then I’ll let you get a little more rest,” Kai stated, moving to the opposite side of the bed. 

Kai changed Chaz’s bandage as promised and left to allow him to rest however as his symptoms began to dissipate the shark’s mind cleared allowing a connection to begin forming between what Kai had said and the many things Striker had done for him.

…

After a couple days of relaxing Chaz decided to get a change of scenery by heading downstairs, trotting down the staircase to the employee only hallway. Upon coming across the locker room door Chaz felt his stomach flip, palms getting sweaty as fresh memories of Damian came flooding back and what he’d done to him. Getting lost in his thoughts Chaz didn’t notice the office door slightly down the hallway open.

“Hey! What are Ya doin’?” Striker hollered at Chaz promptly startling the shark out of his thoughts.

“S-Sorry…I was just…I needed some air,” Chaz stammered, swallowing down his anxiety.

“Alright, why don’t Ya come into the office for a moment,” Striker suggested gesturing for Chaz to follow the pale imp inside.

“Um…O-Okay,” Chaz hesitantly obeyed, following Striker into the office where the imp offered a seat to the shark before closing the door.

“Ya feelin’ alright?” Striker inquired, making his way behind the desk.

“I’m…feeling better,” Chaz answered.

“Hmm, that’s good. Can’t imagine this whole situation hasn’t helped wit Yer mental issues though,” Striker calmly stated, leaning back in his chair earning him a surprised look from Chaz.

“I-I…um...you noticed that?” Chaz wondered, knowing full well that there was no way Striker wouldn’t have noticed his outbursts.

“Hard not ta,” Striker retorted.

“Please, don’t fire me! I promise I won’t let it get in the way of my work!” Chaz burst out prompting the first prominent reaction from Striker in the form of a shocked recoil as Chaz’s hands slammed on the desk.

“Fire Ya? Why would I fire Ya?” Striker wondered, keeping one brow arched from his previous surprise.

“I won’t take off anymore work and I’ll work harder!” Chaz continued to plead clearly having not heard the question. Tears were welling up in the sharks’ eyes as he leaned over the desk closer to Striker who was getting more confused by the moment.

“Look fish, calm down…” Striker tried, holding up a hand only to have Chaz cut him off.

“N-No…please…I can’t lose another job!” Chaz whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks as his hands balled into fists on the desk’s surface.

“Chaz! Hell fuck! Calm Yer gills!” Striker growled, standing from his seat.

Chaz recoiled from the abrupt change in Striker’s attitude, slumping back into the seat he’d been previously sitting in with his hands in his lap while his tail coiled around himself. Gaze averting to the floor off to the side, Chaz sniffled as Striker regained his composure with a deep sigh.

“Alright, sorry about that. Now, what’s goin’ on wit Ya? Why do Ya think I’d fire Ya over this?” Striker asked in a calmer tone, settling back in his seat.

“I-I…I’ve had other jobs where something would…trigger…these moments…I’d take time off or need a minute to recompose myself and…well…my bosses weren’t too keen on that…” Chaz quietly explained through sniffles, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Trigger what?” Striker pushed; he wasn’t sure why he was so interested in the shark’s issues but something inside him was driving the pale imp to get as much information as he could.

“These…memories…I…I was part of a Greed mafia family for a time and made a huge mistake involving the son of the boss…he had his gang…deal with me…” Chaz vaguely explained, trailing off as his mind began to reimagine what happened.

“A son of a mob boss in Greed…can’t tell if that makes you incredibly stupid or incredibly brave. Can’t imagine anythin’ good was done to Ya as punishment,” Striker commented with a huffed laugh, yet a frown set firmly on his features.

“Stupid, definitely stupid and yeah…I escaped just as they were about to take my jaws as a trophy for the boss’s wall,” Chaz finished with his vague explanation.

“Yikes, well…Yer not getting fired,” Striker assured Chaz.

“Really? T-Thank you…” Chaz sniffled again with a small smile spreading across his features.

“There’s no need ta thank me, Ya didn’t do anythin’ wrong. How’s about I take Ya back to Yer apartment and help get Ya cleaned up,” Striker offered, pushing back up from his chair to walk around the desk to stand beside Chaz with an out reached hand. Chaz looked up with teary eyes, looking between Striker’s hand and his face for a few seconds before accepting it while using his opposing forearm to wipe his eyes.

“O-Okay…” Chaz accepted with another sniffle and a small smile.