#blitz x reader

Angel Dust:

Angel doesn't really talk about mating season much, unless it's for his films. Val, of course, finds it sexy and makes Angel work anyway.

Like most male spiders, Angel tends to mate with multiple partners during mating season unless he's in a relationship.

Angel loves dancing with you during this time of year. He finds it brings himself closer to you.

Angel tries to make sure you don't feel pressured to have sex with him during his mating season. He wants you to feel comfortable and loved.

Angel is pretty submissive in bed despite him being the one wanting to mate with you, though expect him to want it a bit more rough.

"Come on, baby. I'll be gentle at first, then we can get to the kinky stuff~"

Adam:

An angel's rut or heat isn't nearly as intense as a demon's, unless you're as sexual as Adam.

Adam is normally very possessive, but he gets extra possessive of you when it's mating season. Another man can't even look at you without him blowing up.

Adam likes to help make a little nest for the two of you. Adam also likes to bring you shiny things for the nest.

Adam likes to play his guitar for you as a way to remind you how much he loves you.

Adam is normally pretty rough in bed, while he's rutting it's so much harder and deeper.

"Chill out, I'm gonna take really good care of you, babe~"

Blitzø:

Blitzø's heat is pretty intense. If he somehow has a partner you are not leaving his apartment.

He tries to cook for you, but unfortunately isn't very good. He always insists on cooking for you since he does most of the work in bed (or so he says).

Surprisingly, enough he does enjoy those gentle moments after sex with you. He'll never admit it though.

Speaking of gentle moments, he loves to cuddle. He will cuddle you like a teddy bear. If he starts to cry gently rub his back and hold him.

Blitzø is a VERY kinky motherfucker. He's open to trying every kink once. Any kink you can think of, he's tried it. Yep, even that one.

"Get down, it's time for some quality time with daddy~"

Stolas:

Stolas' rut is very different than most Goetias. He doesn't get as violent as other bird-like demons, but he's still very defensive of his partner.

He brings you all the shiny things for the nest you two share. He also doesn't mind being presented with shiny things.

Speaking of the nest, it consists of blankets, the shiny things, and his feathers.

He also enjoys cooking for you. He is much better than Blitzø, of course.

He's going to bottom. There is no question about it. He's also really loud when the two of you have sex

"I want to take this slow for you. I love you and want you to feel as loved as I do."

Verosika:

Verosika's heat is very intense due to her being a succubus. Though she doesn't let that change her demeanor in the bedroom.

She does have to stop performing for the public while she deals with her heat.

Even though she doesn't perform in public during her heat, she does sing for you.

She loves leaving marks on your body. Scratch marks, kisses, and bite marks will litter your body for days.

Verosika always tops, period. She takes good care of her submissives, though.

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MONTAGNE:

----------------- Protectively & guiding, Gilles may… not intentionally move you around a bit without notice. His stature is not something he’s unaware of, but he’s used to looking out for others and he takes immense pride in this desire and instinct to do so in particular with you. So, if you are ever in the wrong place at the wrong time–well so is he to help you should you need it. Though, sometimes it comes preemptively.  

A cramped train car? This doesn’t even require a full thought, just a big hand moving you along where he can be between you and everything else. Once you’re settled, it’s sort of hard to focus on whatever he’s chatting to you about quietly when he’s steadying himself with one arm conveniently bent to have his bicep in your face when it’s coupled with a warm palm on your hip. Maybe enough that you stumble, and Gilles' simple reassuring touch slides from your hip to your stomach–keeping you up. The pressure should be uncomfortable, but as established, Gilles is accustomed to and lives by protecting in his gentle-giant way. So naturally, his hand holding you upright feels less like a seatbelt on a sudden stop and more like being pulled into an embrace. You okay? He’d ask, as if you even had a chance to truly fall, and watch intently for your reply. 

True rough handling only occurs with danger or unintentionally. Say you notice the picture frame on the nightstand about to fall from yours & Gilles’ enthusiastic activities. It’s only instinct to try to catch something as it falls, even in such a fervor, right? Gilles must’ve been too busy kissing up your spine to your shoulder to notice from behind you, but when you lunge forward he catches onto your movement–just not the intent. The poor guy thought you were slipping off the bed and grabbed what he could to stop you–which ended up being your hair. The only thing he feels worse about than how hard he yanked you back is how the sound you made won’t get out of his head. He probably cusses himself out in hushed French—not before confirming your wellbeing, of course. Please forgive me, Mon amour (You can hear the frown in his voice as he gently caresses the back of your head).

Issues with his type of heavy-handedness? Gilles respects you deeply…and like any of the other operators here would for their significant other, cares a great deal for your safety. The less fortunate side of this is that having seen so much, he can’t help but anticipate and want to be ahead of whatever comes your way. This may come off a bit overbearing. He wants you to grow just as he wants himself to, but it physically pains this guy to think of you suffering even minimally or the thought of anyone–or worse, you, questioning his capability to protect you. You really just need to nudge him away and he’ll get the hint that you don’t need to be scruffed like a kitten when you get a little too close to oncoming traffic.

BLITZ: 

----------------- Affectionately & enthusiastically, your space is also somewhat his. Of course, no one in Rainbow gets by being completely oblivious, and certainly not without some superior intellect that allows them to comprehend situations they can’t navigate in a natural manner. So, Elias never goes too far. 

You will never worry that a pull or grab is ill-natured from him. However, his easy smiles and excited chatting don’t mean he treats you like glass. What purpose do his exceptional strength and physical dexterity have if not to be used, and more specifically, used to get you both what you want? 

No, you don’t need to be picked up to reach a shelf, you could do it yourself…But isn’t it more fun with me? He would laugh, followed by some syrupy nickname. 

Honestly, Elias is happy simply to be involved in whatever you do. But, he also is never going to miss the opportunity to have you pinned between him and…anything really–how could he resist the feeling of your soft body against his? Especially not with his hands able to conveniently find the skin exposed from under your shirt by your upward reach; or when he can flip you around to face him once you put your bounty on the countertop and sweetly (with that boyish smile) ask for a reward, as if having your hips in his hands and your ass in his face isn’t enough to keep him hard for a week. When he sees you waiting expectantly for him to name his price with a raised brow and dilating eyes, his rough palm finds the column of your neck. His index finger lies over your pulse and his thumb over your throat. With that hold, he pulls you forward into a kiss. Even though he’s initiating the contact and clutches such a delicate part of you, he’s not dominating the act–even if he could easily imagine taking such a moment and moving on to something with a bit more hunger in it right away.

Overall, Elias is just waiting for a reason to have his hands on you. When he does, he is not excessively gentle, but not too rough either unless you suggest a particular mood. He’s a man that inspires trust and mutual excitement as he acts on your shared desires with obvious mirth. The same kind that would be expressed if you returned the favor: pull his face to yours or grab his hair to smush his lips to yours and he’ll match your energy. So that’s how you want to play it, Schatz? The only downside imaginable here is that you may need to iron out the whens and wheres for Elias. He’s generally intuitive, yes, but he also is crazy about you. It’s not always ideal to be bear-hugged in public or pulled over his thighs late in the night as you try to settle down.

KAPKAN:

----------------- Instinctually & as a sort of intimacy, Maxim finds this kind of touch simply effective at accomplishing a goal and pleasing in both a slightly primitive way and on a deeper conscious level. For the former, it’s not that he feels entitled to your space or involving himself in it to accomplish a goal…he is just acknowledging the human urge to seek touch–with the added bonus of getting something done. You aren’t a toy to him, of course, but he doesn’t see the point in resisting interest in you and folding it into his life as often as possible. Why not help himself to palming your chest if you are willing and he wants you nearer? Words work, yes, but you’ll come to him once the warmth of his hands spreads. Most of the time though, rough handling happens rather mundanely.

Trying to fix something? He doesn’t hover unless you want him to, but he can pretty easily tell when you become frustrated. He also pretty easily intervenes. There is no “do it like this” or “you’re doing it wrong”. Just simple and easy to accept or decline: do you want help? Any sign of acquiescence and he just picks you up and moves you. Zero fanfare. From there, you can ask if you want instruction or for the problem to be solved without you. Other cases might be along the lines of: want him to join you on the couch? Don’t bother getting up, he’ll just lift your head and place it on his lap as he sits. It’s all rather natural to the two of you after a while. 

Deep down, Maxim does get off a bit on the heavy-handness. Not for any sadistic reasons mostly, but because you trust him to do so without hurting you and without necessarily communicating a purpose. This kind of interaction is not exactly a common or accepted occurrence between strangers. That show of loyalty and intimacy feeds something within the gray space between right and wrong that just is, in a mind like his that values the former two so much. 

Others might find the simplicity bordering on a bit primitive, but how could he not find pleasure in your willingness to accept him and his touch? You two understand each other, and you understand him grabbing your thigh to pull you to straddle him is just human passion with that somewhat untamed edge he saves for you. Why fight everything in his body and mind that tells him to get closer to you even when he’s already inside? A rough palm between your shoulders brings you down until your chests meet, hearts beating wildly for each other. This is just another way to communicate the closeness you share that doesn’t require complex words(even if he has plenty of those for you).

Reasonably, the lack of context to his less gentle touches can be jarring. He reads people well, and in most cases catches on and explains himself if you seem a little dazed. Otherwise, an issue might be that he’ll resist your own attempts to reciprocate on accident. Years of being on guard never really leaves you, even if you can put it on the back burner in your own home. This might lead to some slightly patronizing coos: Pushing me around now, зайчик (zaychik/bunny)? Honestly, it might be your fault for trying to physically maneuver that much man. 

Blitzø walked around you and made his way to your bedroom, taking his leather jacket off and tossing it on the couch in the process. You stood there dumbfounded for a moment before taking off after him, “What?”

“Oh my fucking Satan, can you just take your fucking pants off.” Blitzø snapped, standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed. You could tell something was wrong, even if he hadn’t told you he had a shitty night; it was obvious from his expression alone.

The two of you weren’t exactly the ‘talk about your feelings’ type, but you’ve never seen Blitzo this bothered before. Something really fucked up must’ve happened for him to be this visibly upset, “What happened?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you after I’m done with you.” Blitzø tried to flirt, and you only glared at him in response. He huffed in annoyance, “A lot of shit that I don’t want to talk about happened, okay? But one thing that did happen is that my ex said I don’t reciprocate in bed, and I know that shit is a lie.”

“So that’s what you need to prove to yourself? That you can please your bedmate?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning on the doorframe.

“Not just any bedmate!” Blitzø yelled, obviously getting worked up at the memory of whatever happened, “I need to prove that I can pleasure a pussy haver! That bitch made it seem like I don’t know where the clit is, and I cannot have that!”

Your eye twitched at the term ‘pussy haver,’ but still, you sighed and walked over towards the bed, “Yaknow, I don’t think you’ve ever eaten me out before.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve never sucked me off either. We’re more of the quick fuck type of booty call.” Blitzø rolled his eyes, “Now, am I gonna have to cut your stupid sleep shorts off or what?”

You stood silently in front of him for a moment, looking him up and down, trying to decide if you were really going to do this. The assassin seemed almost desperate for you to agree, and honestly, you did kind of want to see if he actually was good at eating pussy or not.

With a tired sigh, you slip out of your shorts and panties before climbing up onto your bed. Blitzø smirks at you before clapping his hands together and rubbing them, “You should also take your top off; I’m about to give you some real underboob sweat.”

“Literally, what the fuck?” You snap, glaring at him as he pushes your legs apart. The feeling of the cool air on your exposed core makes you shiver, and you quickly pull off your t-shirt.

Blitzø pulls your folds apart with his thumbs, exposing you even more, and spits on your pussy. You jump at the suddenness of his action and open your mouth to yell at him before he moves one of his thumbs, sliding it between your folds to spread his spit. You moan softly when he just barely brushes your clit, and you hear him mumble, “See, you fucking skank, I know exactly where the clit is.”

“Yep, you sure showed her. Now, why don’t you rub it or something.” You whined when his thumb only grazed the sensitive nub again.

“Oh no, I’m gonna do this right,” Blitzø said and began circling your entrance with his middle finger. “Which means I’m gonna draw it out as long as possible.”

You moan loudly when he slides his finger inside of you; your legs fall open impossibly wider as you glare down at him, “You’re an ass.”

“It’s your fault for thinking otherwise, sweetheart.” Blitzø meets your glare with a smirk before leaning down and flicking his forked tongue against your clit. Your hips buck up at the small bit of friction, pushing his finger deeper inside of you and making you grip the sheets tightly.

Using his free hand to hold your hips down against the bed, Blitzø started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly as he dragged his tongue between your folds. Every time the forked tip of his tongue cradled your clit, your hips jerked, and you moaned, no doubt alerting your neighbors to what you were up to.

After a few minutes of this slow torture, Blitzø finally pushed a second finger inside of you, making your back arch, “Oh fuck, Blitz.”

“Yeah, that's right,” Blitzø grunted against your mound, his fingers moving faster inside of you, “You better remember who’s making you feel this good.”

“Blitz your tongue-” You whine, missing the feeling of his mouth on you.

“What about it, sugar?” Blitzø asked, bringing this thumb up to rub agonizingly slow circles against your clit as his fingers continued to fuck into you, curling up just right and hitting your sweet spot. “Awe, does the dumb slut want my tongue on her clit? Are you gonna beg for it?”

You let out a frustrated groan, not wanting to give in to this stupid game but also needing his stupidly long tongue to cum, “Please, Blitz, fuck! Please use your tongue!”

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” You didn’t have to look at the imp to know he was smirking as he said that before he sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the small nub and making you all but scream.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore and reached down, grabbing Blitzø’s horns and pulling his face closer. You felt more than heard his muffled grunt of surprise, the noise vibrating against your sensitive skin and making your legs shake. That all-too-familiar heat began coiling in your abdomen, and you started rocking your hips against him as you moaned, “I’m so close!”

Something suddenly brushing against your left breast, pushing against your neglected nipple, and sending a shiver up your spine caught your attention. You pried your eyes open to see Blitzø had snaked his tail up your body, the flat end of it pressing against your tit until it lifted and came back down with a hard smack.

“Blitz fuck!” You cried out as you came, body overwhelmed with the amount of stimulation.

Blitzø continued his brutal pace as you soaked his face. His fingers still fucked against your g-spot, his tongue still circled your swollen clit, and his tail still smacked against your nipple until you were begging him to stop. He finally pulled away from you with a wet pop and leaned over you with a smirk while he licked his lips.

“So?” He asked, sounding out of breath but looking way more smug than when he showed up, “How was that?”

You panted, completely slumped against your bed, and getting pissed off at the sweaty feeling under your boobs, “That was-”

The sound of a high-pitched barking started blaring from Blitzø’s pocket, and you tilted your head to watch as he quickly pulled his phone out. You knew that was his daughter Loona’s ringtone, so when the imp’s eyes widened impossibly large before he scurried off the bed, you became nervous. “Blitz? Everything okay?”

“Yeah- shit!” Blitzø cursed as he fell off your bed, and you just rolled your eyes, “Yeah, Looney just needs me to pick her up!”

You just sat on your bed and listened as Blitzo ran out of your room and grabbed his jacket, “Okay, well-”

The sound of your front door opening and slamming shut cut you off, leaving you alone again. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, you saw time as a little past one in the morning and sighed. If it weren’t for the wet feeling between your legs and the satisfied ach in your body, it would almost feel like he’d never been at all.

You flopped back down on your bed with a huff, “Asshole.”

—scissoring with Stolas on Blitz’s desk.

Y’all’s boyfriend had been gone foreverrrr! You and Stolas were beyond bored, too excited for the ‘fun night’ Blitz had promised earlier.

Ever shameless, Stolas suggests a head start on the ‘fun’ since a certain imp was running behind. And who were you to deny your pretty boyfriend?

“O-oh!” Stolas was loud as ever, prompting you to shove your tongue in his mouth so quiet him. “Y/n, it’s—“

“I know.” You whispered against his mouth. Your fingers gripped at his thighs, keeping them flush against his chest, while you basically sat on him like a chair and rode him.

The sounds of your combined slick was almost obscene, making even Stolas flush. But all he did was beg for more, fingers needily grabbing at any part of you he could reach.

“Please don’t stop, you’re making me feel so good, my love..” Stolas was gasping and whimpering, kissing at you messily yet lovingly. His hips were bucking up, feathers ruffled, pupils in the shape of hearts.

Obliging, your pace increased as much as it could without slipping off due to the mess between your bodies.

Just before Stolas was about to cum, the door slammed open, startling both of you.

Blitz just stands there for a moment, eyes a little wild and his tail flicking, darting his gaze over the scene in front of him.

“That is so fucking hot-“ Blitz groaned, a sound from deep in his throat, as the door swung shut. He prowled over to his desk, eagerly crawling on top to sit beside your and Stolas’ tangled up frames. “Keep goin’.”

You took the opportunity to lean forward and sloppily kiss Blitz, murmuring your appreciation for his return. Stolas complained a little— at least until Blitz leaned down (leaving you bent in half, chest against Stolas’) and kissed Stolas too.

Blitz gripped your hips tightly, massaging the skin, as he began to move you himself; fucking you over Stolas with mutters and growls of praise and filth.

“Look at the two of you..fuckin’ messy. Couldn’t wait for me, huh? Fuuuck..” Blitz’s tail coiled around your throat. “Ridin’ our pretty boy good?”

“Uh-huh. Making him feel sooo good.” You preen, glancing down to see Stolas’ fucked out face— though yours probably mirrored his. You left a kiss against the owl’s mouth for emphasis.

Stolas smiled dazedly, eyes barely able to peek open. He was close and the tingles of heat shooting up his spine made him arch.

You and Stolas each pressed a hand over the straining bulge in Blitz’ pants, squeezing and rubbing in time with each of your thrusts.

Blitz was unapologetically the loudest, cursing out how good the two of you were. Stolas matched his pitch, breathlessly babbling out praise and begs to cum. You made some pitchy noises here and there, but kept your mouth occupied so you could listen to your pretty boyfriends instead.

And when you all came? Genuinely sounded like a porno.