— Years after the fire tore your lives apart, Blitzø finds you again in an alley, wounded, changed, and convinced there’s nothing left of the imp he used to know.
✦ pairing — Blitzø x female!reader
✦ warnings — none
The alley smells like smoke and cheap liquor when Blitzø finds you again.
For a second, he only stares, his hand still on the handle of his gun, his red eyes moving over your face, your horns, the tired set of your shoulders, the scars you don’t bother hiding anymore.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “It’s you.”
You should walk away. You know that. Instead, you stay beneath the broken neon sign, arms wrapped around yourself, feeling suddenly too much like the child who used to run barefoot between circus tents with him.
“Blitz.”
His name comes out rough.
He laughs once, but it breaks halfway. “Fuck, I thought you were dead.”
“Yeah,” you murmur, looking down. “A lot of people did.”
He steps closer, slower now, like you’re something wounded enough to run. “Where the hell did you go?”
Your jaw tightens. Old memories press behind your ribs, firelight, screaming, hands pulling you away, years spent surviving things neither of you had words for back then.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
You look up at him then, and whatever he sees in your face makes his expression falter.
“You don’t know me,” you say quietly. “I’m not the same person anymore.”
Blitzø goes still.
For once, no joke comes fast enough to save him.
Then his shoulders drop, and his voice softens into something almost careful.
“That’s okay,” he says. “I’ll get to know you again.”
Your throat burns.
“You might not like what you find.”
He gives you a crooked smile, sadder than the ones you remember, but still his.
“Yeah, well, you liked me when I was a weird little circus freak with abandonment issues, so I figure I owe you.”
A laugh slips out of you, broken and small.
Blitzø notices.
His smile warms.
“There you are.”
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Thinkin’ about being in a poly!relationship with Stolitz and—
—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.
The imp only laughed, not done in the slightest. He smacked one of your thighs before doing the same to the demon underneath you. “Gonna fuckin’ eat both of you out. Lift those hips up, baby, lemme get my head down here—“
hi, everyone! while my laptop is waiting for its new charger and I can't work on my drafts (because I'll use google docs when you pry microsoft word from my cold, dead hands), I'm offering y'all a chance to drive me crazy with drabble prompts :)
so, here's the game: over the next forty-eight hours or so (until I finish work on wednesday) you can send an ask with the following four things: the x reader pairing you want, a genre (fluff, smut, hurt/comfort), a prompt that's ten words or less (this could be a headcanon, a kink, a position, etc.), and an emoji that you associate with the pairing, and I will attempt to write as many of them as possible in (at most) 500 words each before my new charger arrives and I can return to my regularly scheduled bullshit. :)
another rule: I will no longer be accepting anonymous requests. If the request you send does not meet these five requirements, I will not be writing it.
reminder, the following characters/pairings are available for request: husk, huskerdust, blitz, stolitz, adam, and lucifer.
please make sure to check you are following all the requirements before submitting. can't wait to see what you send in!
Since it is nearly the season could i request christmas/sinmas morning with the IMP gang and stolas?
Theres nothing better than spending christmas/sinmas with those you love and those who love you. Times to be shared and "gifts" to unwrap. (You have full rein. Nsfw or sfw, i dont mind) :>
Warnings: reader is implied to be hellborn (you can be from whatever ring)
Word count: 591
✰Masterlist
As you were making a traditional dish from your ring, Moxxie and Millie burst through the door. They were play-fighting, rolling around, trying to bite and scratch each other. Since you guys nearly burned down Blitzø's apartment last year, you collectively decided that your place would be up for sacrifice.
However, Blitzø insisted on still decorating himself, and just like every year, it was subpar. He set up a crooked tree that stood in the corner, decorated with bullet casings, severed doll heads, and a blinking string of red lights Blitzø had absolutely not plugged in safely. On top sat the star, stolen, broken, and taped back together. Typical Blitzø fashion.
Moxxie, Millie, and you made all of the food. From Mox's homemade cookies to your traditional dish. Loona was sprawled out on your couch, her face stuffed in a box of treats, as per the whole gluttony thing. And Blitzø dropped a news bomb on all of you.
Stolas and Octavia were coming this year!
This would be the first year that both of them would be able to come together, so it was a very monumental occasion. Everything had to be perfect.
When they arrived, Stolas wasn't wearing his usual royal attire, just a loose sweater awkwardly fitted for wings. He carried a small stack of elegant boxes, each wrapped with care. Even Octavia had on a festive sweater over her darker clothing. "Good morning, my little imps," Stolas chirps, "I hope we're not late."
"Nope, you're right on time," you respond, grabbing the boxes from his arms and bringing them to the tree. "Come in! Make yourself at home!" Blitzø says, despite the fact that this was very much not his house.
You all gathered together around your dining room table to enjoy a lovely breakfast. There was something for everyone, even some rats! That you totally didn't make Blitzø collect five minutes before the royals arrived. Laughter and crude jokes filled the air as you filled your stomach with delicious food.
Then you made your way to the tree, where the presents were. Gifts are opened in a mess of paper and laughter. Blitzø got custom ammo engraved with 'best boss ever' on them. Loona got concert tickets to her favorite band. Octavia got some taxidermies she'd been eyeing for months.
Millie got new weapons (tastefully ribboned, of course), and Moxxie received a beautifully bound music book from his favorite musical. Stolas' gift was two framed photos, one of all of you together, and the other was just himself, Via, Blitzø, and Loona; he nearly cried upon opening it.
Then there was you. You were handed something wrapped in black-and-red ribbon, clearly done with minimal patience. Inside is something small but thoughtful, something that proves they know you. That they listen.
Everyone is smiling, clinking their glasses of spiked cocoa together in a toast. To family, to being together, to being loved and loving in return, to Sinmas.
Later, when the chaos dies down, you find yourself sitting quietly, leaning back against the couch with Loona and Octavia while Moxxie and Blitzø argue about the tree lights. Millie glances over, sees you comfortable, relaxed, and happy, and smiles. "Thanks for hosting this year, Sinmas jus' wouldn't be the same without you."
You smile back at her. Even though Hell still rages on outside, inside is wrapped in warmth, laughter, and love. Sinmas feels safe when you're with the people who care about you. And for the first time in a long while, you feel like you belong.
Star's notes -> Just something short and sweet for the holidays! Btw I rewatched the Sinmas episode before writing this and cried just like I did the first time (why does it have to be so depressing D:)
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You enlist the IMP's services in this Choose Your Own Adventure -- and while Blitzø thinks you're stuck up and you think he's unprofessional, what happens when the line teeters between a job and something more... personal?
Blitzø x Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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🎮interactive fanfic "Just Another Client" by heartbeateunho
📖 Episode 1 of 3
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The office was quiet — too quiet. No shouting, no crashing, no Blitzø yelling at Moxxie for existing. Just the faint hum of the heater and the occasional, wet sniffle from behind his desk.
“Blitz,” you said, arms crossed. “You’re sick.”
He looked up from his chair, eyes bleary but defiant, a tissue crumpled in one hand. “No, I’m fine! Just a little… uh, seasonal snort.” He sneezed so violently that his head nearly hit the desk. “See? Totally healthy.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You can barely stand without swaying. You’re not going on a job like this.”
“I’ve been shot, stabbed, and set on fire before breakfast,” he rasped, waving dismissively. “A little cold isn’t gonna stop me.”
From the doorway, Luna leaned in. “He’s been coughing up glitter for the last ten minutes. I’m not working next to that biohazard.”
“Millie and I can handle the job,” Moxxie offered quickly, already halfway out the door with his coat.
You shot him a grateful look before turning back to Blitzø. He’d tried standing but nearly tripped over his own feet, muttering curses under his breath. You caught him before he faceplanted into the couch.
“Sit,” you ordered, pushing him down.
He grumbled, but his head slumped against the backrest. “I hate being babied.”
“You’re not being babied,” you said, placing a cool cloth on his forehead. “You’re being taken care of.”
Blitzø blinked at you through half-lidded eyes, his usual spark dimmed but still there. “You’re… annoyingly sweet, you know that?”
You smiled, brushing his horns. “Yeah, I’ve heard.”
He tried to grin but yawned instead, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t… let anyone see me like this, okay?”
You chuckled softly. “Your secret’s safe with me, boss.”
By the time the others returned, Blitzø was asleep — snoring softly, a blanket over his shoulders, and your hand still resting over his.
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