day twelve: sex pollen (stolitz x fem/afab!reader)
a sequel to this fic. stolas walks in on you and blitzø well and truly under the thrall of the lust ring plant he sent over, and things sure do happen.1.2k
Blitzø almost collapses against you when he cums too, his hips thrusting disjointedly into yours as his erection refuses to soften. He presses his forehead against your chest with a groan, and you jerk under him as his mouth finds your nipple in a breathless, open-mouthed kiss. You both want more, need more… the pollen still burning in your brain, driving you to fuck yourself onto him.
The imp chuckles through a moan as you do, squeezing your cunt around him. He grins, chest heaving. “Christ, tits, give me a—”
“Oh, Blitzy!” the sing-songed call announces Stolas only a moment before he enters the room. The owl prince freezes in the doorway. “Oh!”
He takes in the sight of the trashed office, the smashed bell jar and ruined plant laying in a stain of golden pollen on the carpet. And the two of you staring back at him like a pair of deer in headlights, half-dressed with your head hanging over the side of the desk and Blitzø still buried deep inside you, your faces flushed and dusted with that same powder. Even as the two of you blink up at him, Blitzø can’t help but thrust into you weakly, and you whimper at the feeling of it.
Stolas blushes a bright red that’s reflected in his eyes, but his expression doesn’t seem angry or upset. Instead, he looks… intrigued?
“Oh, my…”
“Stolas!” Blitzø exclaims, his voice choked slightly. His claws tighten on your hips, digging deep enough into the flesh to bring blood to the surface. His hips thrust into yours again, and you arch up under the feeling of it. Stolas’ head tilts to the side at the sight of it, and you flush further under the way he seems to be studying you. “You—fuck – you can’t get mad about this! This isn’t—”
He breaks off in a moan as you roll your hips up into his instinctively, chasing the orgasm you’ve just recovered from. Stolas closes the door behind him, and you feel his gaze linger on the bite marks Blitzø has left on your breasts.
“We didn’t mean—” you try to explain, but your breath catches and your eyes roll back as Blitzø angles his hips and grinds the barbs on the underside of his cock against the sensitive flesh inside you. “Ah, fuck! Uhn…”
Stolas unfastens the cape from around his shoulders and drapes it over the chair in front of Blitzø’s desk. He wrings his hands together, and you barely break through the fog of needing to fuck, to cum, to feel Blitzø cum again to notice the fluff in his feathers, the unsteadiness of his breathing.
“This isn’t quite the afternoon I had planned for us, Blitzy,” he asserts in that honey-smooth voice of his. He approaches the desk slowly, those long, willowy legs filling your field of vision. Your hands still clutch at the edge of the desk to keep yourself in place, your breath leaving you in a squeak every time Blitzø bottoms out inside you. You unclench one hand from the wood and reach out without thinking, stroking your fingers up the silken material encasing the bird prince’s thigh. The muscle twitches under your touch, and you hear the soft hoot he lets out in response. “But I would still love to experience this with you…”
It takes you a moment to understand his meaning, but Blitzø grabs onto it immediately, a snicker slipping out of him, the sound braced with the tension in his shoulders from holding himself back from fucking you properly. “Fuck, Stols… shoulda guessed you’d be up for this. Climb aboard birdy.”
Stolas grins, bending down over you and the desk to kiss him. Blitzø meets him eagerly, hips snapping into yours hard. You let out a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan, still groping blindly at Stolas’ thigh. Your hand slips up between them and he moans into Blitzø’s mouth as your fingers brush against his clothed cunt. He grinds automatically into the touch, and he dares to reach down and tweak your nipple with deft fingers. You jump, whimpering at the sudden flicker of pain that blends so well with the pleasure between your thighs.
“I want you on the desk, Blitzy…” Stolas practically moans against his lips. “I want to ride that fucking tongue of yours. I want to watch this pretty little employee bounce on her boss’ cock until she squirts all over him. I want to see—”
“Alright, we get it,” Blitzø chokes on a laugh as you wrap your legs tighter around him. He thrusts into you a few more times before he can bring himself to pull out and the two of them help you up off the desk on shaky legs. With a little rearranging Blitzø takes your place stretched out on the wood, and the imp groans, long and heavy, as Stolas straddles his face in the same moment you sink back onto his cock. The two of you echo it loudly, heads falling back.
You don’t hesitate, you brace your hands on Blitzø’s stomach and fuck yourself on his cock roughly, each drop onto him knocking the breath out of you in a ‘hahh’. Stolas grinds himself needily over Blitzø’s mouth, moaning a filthy mix of praise and cursing. You’re eyes roll back in your head as another orgasm rocks through you, tightens you around Blitzø’s cock. Your thighs are slick with both your cum and his, and your nails bite into the muscles of his stomach. You feel his tail tangle with yours and tighten, the extra stimulation enough to make your mouth fall open in another moan, drool sticking to your bottom lip. Your breasts bounce almost painfully, nipples hard and aching.
Stolas surprises you by kissing you, tongue invading your mouth greedily. You moan into it, grabbing at fistfuls of feathers around his face. He lets out a whine at the feeling of it, urges you to grab them tighter, his own hand coming up to cup and squeeze at one of your breasts.
The pollen in your system seems to be making you more sensitive to touch, and you cum with a choking sob against Stolas’ beak , shuddering through the orgasm over Blitzø’s cock. The imp follows you, lifting you off of him long enough for his cum to paint your thighs and stomach. Then he’s sliding his cock up against your clit and then he’s inside you again, and Stolas is running fingers over your thigh to collect Blitzø’s cum. He brings it to his mouth to suck it from his fingers, eyes rolling back at the taste.
Blitzø fucks himself up into you, both arms wrapped around Stolas’ thighs to hold him in place against his hungry mouth, tongue buried deep inside the owl prince. You jump and shiver when Stolas’ fingers brush against your clit, and that’s enough to make you cum again.
You’re covered in sweat and tears are burning in your eyes and yet your body still screams for more.
Part of you hopes desperately that the pollen wears off soon.
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Wrote a little thing involving this selfie we all know Blitz has in his phone. Takes place right after Truth Seekers.
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"There! How's that? Pain all gone?"
Blitz knew he had no reason to worry. And he wasn't worried. Fuck being worried. Stolas was a big boy who could probably survive having an anvil being thrown at him and not make a single sound because he was being all princey and superpowery and shit.
Bear traps was nothing to him, and whatever little pain he had felt had become a feeling of pleasure, and yeah, Stolas was a weird little freak for it, actually, but... Blitz had fun with it as long as Stolas did, too. But even if the pain was nothing but a pinch to Stolas, Blitz still had the instinct to make sure he was all right, that no damage had been done to the bird. Besides, the traps had left a big, bloody, feathery mess around them, and there were still wounds all over Stolas’s body. Wounds that would heal and disappear within the hour, but still.
Cleaning him up was the right thing to do, so Blitz did so thoroughly. Used a damp cloth of lukewarm water to clean the mixture of blood and cum off of him.
"Yes. Quite. Thank you, Blitz." Something felt off, giving Blitz pause. Enough to look up at the prince's face to assess him, 'cause not hearing a pet name in there kinda threw him off a little.
"Ya okay there, birdbrain? Didn't rough ya up too hard, did I?"
"You roughed me wonderfully, Blitzy." Ah, there it was. "I am just tired, I suppose."
"Yeah? Well, I'm almost done here, so I'll be out of your feathers so you can res--"
"What about you, Blitz?"
Blitz blinked and put the cloth back into the bucket. "Uh. What about me?"
"Today must have been quite a fright for you."
"Pfft! Oh, that? Yeah, no. I mean, it wasn't my top ten days in hell, but it's not gonna haunt my memories or anything. Not gonna let a bit of excitement ruin my day. Besides, it totally got me laid by the end of the day, so it wasn't all bad."
Stolas didn’t look convinced, and hell, Blitz couldn't blame the bird. It had been a shitty day up until the got to fuck it out of his system. "Hm." Stolas made a disapproving sound and flopped back down onto his mattress. Blitz took that as his cue to leave and made a move to do so when he was suddenly being tugged down next to Stolas.
"Whoa, what are you--"
Talons brushed over Blitz's face, gentle and... fuck, it felt nice, and yeah, maybe he was feeling a bit out of it after all.
"You are not fooling me, Blitzy. You seem exhausted. You deserve your rest too, you know." So he was being tugged closer until he felt his face being pressed up to the plume of feathers on Stolas's chest. All warm and inviting and too fucking nice and more than Blitz deserved.
Fuck.
This was trouble.
And yet he didn’t move. Stayed still while he let Stolas caress his face and his horn until the movement stopped and Stolas’s breathing turned into sleepy hoots that shouldn't sound as fucking endearing as they did.
How long had it been since he had had this? Someone holding him to sleep? Taking care of his well-being?
He knew it didn't mean shit. That this was Stolas being nice because he had had a shitty day. He might as well indulge while he still could. Sink into the warm embrace of feathers and talons and let himself fall asleep right there.
But first...
He uses his tail to reach for his phone as quietly as he can. Opens up the camera and snaps a photo of the two of them.
It it's just gonna be for one night, he might as well savor it, he thinks as he looks at the photo and puts his phone away to finally, finally, let the sleep consume him.
An almost-complete list of the HB (mostly Stolitz) fics I've written in 2024! ✨
General Audiences/Teen and Up:
📖 Saving Us (15k, Stolitz). Written pre-Mastermind. After not seeing the owl since Verosika's party, Blitzø jumps in to protect Stolas from Andrealphus, and in doing so gets badly wounded. When he wakes up in a hospital bed some days afterwards, he and Stolas finally talk.
📖 Caramel Kiss (1.2k, Stolitz). Humor, fluff. Blitz criticizes Stolas' ice cream order and Stolas decides to be a tease about it. Chaos ensues.
📖 Left Behind (3.3k, Blitzo & Tilla). Blitzo wants to confess to Fizz, but is terrified of messing up. Terrified enough to ask his mother for help, even if it means coming out to her. In the end, the confession doesn't go as planned. The rest... well. Sadly, the rest is history.
📖 At His Mercy (1.6k, Blitzø & Cash). Of what happens when Blitzø and his crew run into Cash in the street.
📖 Mama's Remedy (1.1k, Stolitz). During their day together as kids, Blitzo finds out Stolas has never climbed the giant tree in his garden and decides that needs to be fixed.
📖 Please, Stay (1k, Stolitz). Pre-Ozzie's. After a BDSM scene during a full moon, Stolas discovers that Blitz's knuckles are wounded from a fight.
📖 Make It Easy on You (831 words, Stolitz). Pre-Full Moon. Stolas wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Blitz curled up around him, sound asleep and completely at peace. The realisation that this is the only way he will ever have what he truly wants is more than he can bear.
📖 You Love Him (Not) (800 words, Stolitz). Pre-Full Moon. A peek into what goes on in Blitzø's mind when he looks at his selfie in bed with Stolas.
📖 If Only (689 words, Stolitz). Pre-Full Moon. Each crying alone in their house, both Stolas and Blitzø imagine the other is there to comfort them.
📖 I Could Never Be Better Off Without You (757 words, Stolitz). Post-Mastermind. Blitzø reassures a guilt-ridden Stolas that he's wanted, even when he has nothing left to give.
Mature:
📚 This Warmth (1k, Stolitz). Pre-Ozzie's. When he wakes up in Stolas' arms after a typical full moon encounter, Blitzø experiences some complicated emotions and wants he has no idea how to navigate.
📚 Relapse (2.8k, Blitzø & Barbie). When they arrive at work, Blitzø and his crew find a wasted Barbie Wire lying on their meeting room floor. Blitzø will do whatever it takes to make sure his sister is safe.
🔥 You're Perfect (And Everything In Between) (19k, Stolitz; WIP, will be explicit). Tattoo artist!AU with trans Blitz, who is very, very gay for the cute, easily flustered, tall-as-hell man that walks into his tattoo shop.
🔥 Pipin' Hot (429 words, Marthaberry). How many times do you have to kill the bitch who fucked your husband before she gets bored and starts flirting with you instead?
Explicit:
🔞 Wear Your Pride (7.9k, Stolitz). After the Imp City Pride Parade, Blitzø and Stolas fuck in the back of the van. Ft. lots of teasing and birdpuss-eating.
🔞 Delectable (3.9k, Stolitz). Blitzø spills some mustard on his bare thighs. Stolas doesn't miss the opportunity to lick him thoroughly clean.
🔞 Just Like This (3.9k, Stolitz). Sub!Blitzø, soft dom!Stolas; puppy play. A leashed Blitzø rides Stolas' leg.
🔞 Good Pup (3.7k, Blitz/Fizz/Ozzie). Sub!Blitzø, dom!Fizz and Ozzie. Blitzø is determined to take all of Ozzie's cock in his ass at the same size as Fizz usually does. Fizz and Ozzie take very good care of him.
After being in the fandom for a few years, it's been a blast actually creating fanworks for it. I look forward to writing so much more in 2025! ❤️
Here it is! The first chapter of my three-chapter Post-"Murder Family" fic. In other words, stolitz's second night together. It's going to be an angst fest with a nice dose of smut when it's finished.
Thanks to @akirathedramaqueen as always for your wonderful editing.
What if Stolas and Blitz remain friends through their teenage years?
What if Blitz helps Stolas sneak out to a party at the circus grounds for his eighteenth birthday?
What if, after indulging in cake, and dancing, and their fair share of pilfered booze, someone (it's Fizz) asks Blitz when he's finally going to ask Stolas out? It's kind of Stolas's worst nightmare, because he thinks he's been in love with Blitz since he was ten, but he's also engaged and soon to be married to someone else (someone he hates and hates him just as much) and it hurts too bad to think about.
Blitz looks about ready to make an Irish exit, and Stolas's good judgement is clouded by adrenaline and gut rot whiskey, so he laughs it off and says, "Oh Blitzy doesn't like me like that!", it hurts to say it but he knows it to be true. Something about the sudden quiet of the room and the leftover feeling of a last taste of freedom before a gilded jail makes him stupid and brash. Perhaps he can get a facsimile of what he wants. Surely the universe owes him that much.
"I'll prove it," he says, and with all the confidence of a newborn foal, he walks up to Blitz, wraps his hand around the back of his neck and connects their mouths.
Oh. Oh, this is lovely. He adores the way Blitz kisses him back slowly after a moment, like he's easing into it (perhaps this is also his first kiss). He allows himself a moment longer to feel those lips under his, to feel a tentative hand rest against the side of his neck. Then he pulls away because Blitz doesn't want this and Stolas has already taken more than his share.
Blitz looks dazed and Stolas feels dazed and the rest of the room comes back into technicolor.
"See," he starts, voice wrecked and so very obvious, "nothing. Just the best of friends."
Nothing. Like it didn't light Stolas up from the inside. Like he wasn't immediately addicted.
This was a mistake and he needs to be alone, promptly to process how monumentally stupid he can be.
The party picks back up almost immediately, a gift really, but Stolas barely notices, has already started to make his way home. He can't bare to deal with the fallout while he's so raw. While he can still feel the ghost of Blitz's hand.
He's so wrapped up in the thought that he doesn't hear footsteps until Blitz is grabbing his hand and yanking him off balance to turn around.
He's about to demand an explanation when he sees Blitz's face. It's open and honest and fucking desperate.
He's out of breath from trying to keep up with Stolas's long-legged stride, but manages to pull Stolas down so they're eyes are level.
Those expressive yellow eyes bore right into his before Blitz says, voice low and strong, "It's not nothing," and kisses him again.
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rating: E
tags: fluff, smut, sex under the stars, anniversary fic
words: 2133
summary: For their anniversary, Blitzø takes Stolas to reunite with the stars. Stolas realizes just how important Blitzø has become to him and how similar he is to his first love, the stars and galaxies he was raised to read and command.
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AKA, a fluffy smutty Stolitz date under the stars
With boring annoying real life stuff getting in the way of the important things (aka writing Stolitz fluff and smut!) I’ve not managed to make good headway on my fic and that’s annoying!
I’ve also struggled with feeling inadequate that my fics and chapters aren’t super long - I’ll never be someone who can write 10k chapters, but that’s okay! So yeah, imposter syndrome is real rn but in the meantime, here’s a snippet of dialogue that is classic Blitz and Moxxie ☺️
Tagging anyone who wants to share! 💜
“Sir - I mean, Blitz?"
He started, the voice pulling him back to reality. “Huh? What, Moxx? I'm busy."
Moxxie pointed his finger in the air. “No, you're drawing."
“And you're being a pain in the ass. Now what is it?"
“Millie and I, well, it's our one year dating anniversary today."
“Awww, congrats on one year of monogamy!" he said through a mouthful of baguette.
Moxxie rolled his eyes. “Anywayyyy, I'm surprising Millie with a date at a super fancy restaurant in the city, I had to make the reservation months ago…”
“Okay I don't need your fuckin' life story, cut to the chase."
“Can we finish our shift early today? I'll come in early to make up for it.”
“Wait, aren't you already scheduled for opening tomorrow?"
“Oh, erm, well…" he stuttered.
“Ha! I'm just fuckin' with ya, Moxx! You two lovebirds have funnnn, mkay?"
Moxxie smiled cautiously, backing out of the room. “Thank you, Blitz."
“Of course! And I want alllll the saucy details tomorrow." He winked.
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Helluva Boss (Web Series)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Blitzo/Stolas Goetia
Characters: Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia
Additional Tags: Priest AU, Human AU, Gothic Horror, Gothic Romance, Catholic Imagery, Mystery, folk horror, Nightmares, Bible Quotes, Corruption Arc, Angst, Smut, Angst and Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Pastoral Town, this user is working through their catholic guilt with yaoi
Summary:
The sunlight felt blinding when they eventually exited the copse, so much so that he squinted his eyes and almost missed the house that lay right on the edge of the forest. He opened his eyes in earnest just in time to see a man exit the woods, an axe slung over his shoulder and his eyes cast downwards at his muddy boots. Stolas instinctively turned in his seat to watch through the back window as the man wiped the hair from his face with one hand. Just before the car turned a corner and the man and his house dipped from view, he looked up sharply at the car, and his deep brown eyes met Stolas’s wide greys.
Then he was gone, and the road stretched out impossibly far between them, and suddenly the cab had reached the town.
