#blitzers fanfiction

[miagwynwrites]

Night Drive

Genre: fluff :)

CW: kinda sad maybe idk, sweet boyfriend Juhan cause he’s just so pretty and I fell over <3 also slight mention of sexual connotations?

Length: 1k+

Summary: A late night/ early morning drive through the empty streets to an unexpected place just to make you feel better ✨

Pairings: juhan x reader (no pronouns used)

A/N: I’m not as sad as I was when I wanted to write this fic so it might not be as bad idk lol we’ll see. Also the first fic from my main blog I'm moving over so if you remember this fic I am still the original writer I just moved it to my writing blog. Tagging: @witchy-weve-monbebe (I know you already read it but I'm just copy and pasting so I wanted to keep everything the same.) 🦬

You laid in Juhan’s bed staring at nothing in the dark. Juhan had invited you over to his apartment to spend the evening with him and something woke you up and now you couldn’t relax enough to fall back asleep. Something was on your mind but when you tried to sort through your thoughts you couldn’t figure out what was wrong. The more you thought about your thoughts; any and all, the more sad you got.

Juhan wasn’t necessarily a light or heavy sleeper, it depended on the night. Sometimes you could barely move and he would stir and other times you probably could’ve jumped on his bed and he’d be stiff as a rock. You never knew what to expect, like tonight when you thought he was out cold. Maybe it was the constant deep sighs that woke him up or maybe it was a feeling that something was wrong. You held your breath as he stirred, hearing the bedsheets rustle, feeling the weight of his body redistribute on the mattress.

“Y/n are you awake?” Juhan asked a little bit above a whisper. You said nothing hoping he would ignore you and go back to sleep. Unfortunately your boyfriend was too sweet and caring to obey your silent wishes. With a small click the lamp on his bedside table turned on and he shifted on the bed so he could sit up.

“Baby what’s the matter? Did you have a nightmare?” He asked. Again you said nothing. You didn’t feel like talking for some reason, usually you talked to your boyfriend about your problems and even if you were very moody you at least tried to communicate when you were feeling down or irritated. This was not one of those times you guessed. You felt like sulking in a corner for hours, you wanted to be left alone to deal with your own emotions until they passed. But again, your kind and understanding boyfriend ignored your unspoken requests.

Helping you sit up in bed Juhan moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. His warm hand cupped the side of your face so he could see your eyes but you just looked away. His thumb rubbed your cheek, gentle strokes in hopes he could coex an answer, even one word out of you.

Juhan kept quiet as he tried all the ways to comfort you. He stroked your hair, he rubbed your arms, left gentle kisses on your cheeks and forehead, even held your hands rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. You two sat for what felt like hours the only sounds being the clock on his nightstand and the far and few cars that past your street.

You let out another sigh this one shaky as tears formed along your waterline. You didn’t know what you were feeling but you just didn’t feel good. You looked up at Juhan finally the soft glow of the light let you sort of see his face and his look of concern. “Baby~” He cooed grabbing you gently. “Come here, where does it hurt?” He asked pulling you on his lap. You straddled him burying your face in the crook of his neck feeling his warm skin against your face. You quietly cried into him snaking one arm around his lower waist your other arm resting against his unzipped jacket grabbing a fistful of the soft cotton material to hold.

“Does your stomach hurt? Are you getting sick, do you have a headache?” Juhan wrapped both arms around you rubbing your back gently. When you shook your head slightly he asked another set of questions, “is it a mental pain or physical? Does it feel like your heart hurts? Is it body pain? Are you having cramps?” After each question he asked you shook your head. When you pulled away you wiped your tears with the overly long sleeves of your sweater. “Is it a pain that needs to be satisfied?” He asked. You knew what he was implying.

“No no I’m fine it’s none of that. Well I- I don’t know what it is. I’m just..” after finally speaking up to try to explain to him you trailed off not knowing what was really bothering you and how to even say that you didn’t know. Juhan pressed his lips to yours in a soft and comforting kiss that helped you relax a little. He peppered your face with kisses before he spoke up.

“I have an idea c’mon.” Juhan with all his strength pulled you out of bed and took you to the closet. You were both in lounge pants and were clearly not appropriate to go outside so Juhan helped himself put on a shirt under his jacket and helped you into a coat and a scarf. When he wrapped the scarf around your neck he kissed your nose and pinched your cheek in between his fingers. Holding your hand after you were both bundled up he led you, after putting shoes and socks on of course, to the car.

After helping you in and getting you buckled he got in on his side and turned the heat on. It was probably less than 30 degrees out as it was the middle of winter. When he was stopped at a light you turn to him, “where are we going?” You asked still sniffling.

“It’s a surprise.” Juhan smiled at you the  city lights lighting up the inside of the car. It was a busy, now early Saturday morning and there were cars everywhere as well as people walking around. Mostly couples around your age but you did see a few older people and some kids with their parents walking around. The streets were different at night and it was calming to you and felt less hectic despite how many people were actually out. Every once in a while Juhan would reach over to pat your leg or hold your hand in his while he drove. The longer you drove the less busy it got, the flashy lights of the city disappearing in the rear view mirror.  You saw less late night stores open and less people out and about.

Starting to see houses and empty spaces in between roads and dim street lights and stray animals running around you wondered where Juhan could possibly be going so far out like this. You finally stopped in a gravel lot, a few cars were around and there was a food truck parked next to a street lamp. A few picnic table set up near the food truck and one person you watched run back at forth from the truck to some building in the dark. You didn’t speak up just let Juhan help you out of the car and you walked with his arm around you to the truck.

“It’s cold out here Juhan.” A disgruntled whine accidentally escaped you. You’d rather be in bed nice and warm under the covers and the soft and heavy blanket Juhan had that you absolutely loved. Not standing out in the middle of nowhere in lounge pants and a winter parka. You looked down at the gravel your boots kicking the lose rocks around as you both waited for the person to come back to the truck.

“I know but it’ll be worth it. It might make you feel better too.” Juhan wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug his scarf tickling your face making you giggle. When the person came back you were surprised, it was an elderly man quickly making his way to his truck. You both greeted him and approached the window. You linked your arm in his and let Juhan order for the two of you. It seems like he had been here before as he knew what he wanted and he carried on a conversation with the man laughing and telling stories. You smiled thinking about how cute the interaction was as you watched the elderly man work fast. He had his own rhythm that was satisfying to watch and hear as he sang a few songs. This place was making you feel better already, something about the atmosphere was so calming and real unlike the bustling city.

After thanking the man and paying for the food you and Juhan walked to a table. You suggested it would be nice to sit at least in the same area as the man instead of in the car or driving away. “So who is he and how did you find this place?” You asked. Juhan smiled and paused thinking about those memories. You let him feed you a spoonful of the food. It was warm and the flavors felt good going down. It was comfort food if you said so yourself.

“I’ve known him for years, he was a friend of a friend and he used to run a restaurant out in the city but something happened and he disappeared.” You listened to the story your eyes almost sparkling as Juhan recalled. “I thought he died until a few months ago I was driving down here cause I got side tracked and I found him again. His restaurant went under and a few years later he lost his wife and his kids all moved out of town. He decided to run a small food truck down here were he knew there were others like him with loved ones they lost and he wanted to do something good for them.” As Juhan spoke your heart both broke and fluttered for the poor man.

“Aww that’s so sweet Juhan!” As you two continued to eat a few more people showed up and the old man came out every once in a while to check on you guys and engage in conversation. He told you stories that Juhan himself hadn’t heard yet. By now you had a small group of people at your table and you were all talking and sharing stories and sharing laughs as the morning went on. The man soon said that he needed to close up as his children were coming to visit him over the next few weeks. You and Juhan said your goodbyes to the old man and the friendly strangers and you all parted ways, walking back to the car hand in hand. You definitely felt better after getting out and eating some good food.

“Thank you Juhan.” You said on the drive home. “I appreciate you doing your best to make me feel better even if I’m difficult sometimes.” You and Juhan shared a smile and he leaned over to kiss you. “Anything for you my love.”

[drades-lair]

Drowning

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: StrikerxBlitz

Rating: M

Note: This was a request from Deviant art.

A thick mist hung over Envy’s Ocean making it more intolerable then normal what was worse Striker had found himself on a boat on that very ocean. Staring over the railing the pale imp’s tail held vast to it along with his hands, white knuckling those rails as he scowled at the murky waters below. Blitz came strolling out of the cabin of the boat still chewing on a sandwich he’d been eating, spotting Striker instantly making him chuckle. Walking along side his mate Blitz held out the last portion of the sandwich he was eating earning him a displeased lip curl from Striker who refused the food.

“Suit yourself,” Blitz shrugged promptly chowing down on the last bit of the sandwich.

“When is that fuckin’ barge arrivin’?” Striker groused.

“Soon, try to relax,” Blitz encouraged with a soft chuckle.

“Ugh, I hate this fuckin’ ring,” Striker continued to grouse.

“Well…we could…you know…go below deck,” Blitz suggested with an eyebrow wiggle that more then got his point across.

“Humph, normally I’d take Ya up on that offer, but I’m so tense out here I don’t think I could get it up even if I tried,” Striker huffed a laugh.

“Your loss then, once I get you home though we’re spending a solid eight hours together,” Blitz teased.

“Ha-ha, sounds good ta me,” Striker chuckled in turn finally relaxing a little.

A couple hours later cutting through the mist like a spoon through soup came the large red bottomed barge they’d been waiting for. In terms of jobs this was mediocre at best basically they’re job was to guard the vessels till the cargo was swapped from the barge to the little boat they were currently on. A combination of imps and sharks started working to get the cargo onto the smaller boat while Striker and Blitz stood nearby keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. The final cargo box was being loaded when a splash sounded from the right-hand side of the boat causing Striker and Blitz to look over the side just in time to watch a couple figures dive under the water. Cursing under his breath Blitz ran to the couple sharks loading the final crate while Striker pulled a pistol from his right hip holster, scanning the water for any signs of the figures they’d just watched dive under the water. The two sharks hauled the crate below deck with Blitz at their backs when a shower of water exploded with one of Envy’s fish-like demons cloaked within, skin black as night with iridescent purples shimmering in the dim light, it’s tendril on the top of its head ending in a small round bulb that glowed like the spotted patterns along it’s skin. Blitz didn’t hesitate in getting a shot off drawing Striker’s attention in that direction just as the fish-like demon fell back into the water with a new hole in his chest.

Striker smirked at Blitz being a show off only to yelp in surprise as a slimy tentacle wrapped itself around his throat, drawing Blitz’s attention just in time to watch the pale imp being pulled overboard. The two sharks ran back onto the barge while Blitz ran to the railing, staring over at the lashing waters below when Striker popped back up to the surface, struggling against the tentacle still wrapped around his throat. The barge started leaving and the boat captain looked like he was going to start leaving as well, but Blitz held up his flint Locke in warning.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave this spot,” Blitz snarled causing the captain imp to swallow hard with a small nod of understanding. Returning his gaze to the water Blitz was horrified to see that Striker was gone again, holstering his Flint Locke Blitz pulled a knife from his belt then dove over the side of the boat into the water. Once in the ocean Blitz spotted Striker being held by another Envy demon, this one had orange skin with yellow overlays and four tentacle arms on his muscular torso, yet his face was still fish-like. Striker was no longer struggling instead he’d gone limp in the demon’s tentacles causing panic to rise in Blitz’s veins as he swam over to the demon, taking a jab with the knife in his hand. The octopus demon lashed out managing to punch Blitz in the side causing him to exhale under the water, expelling most of the air he’d taken into dive. Working on limited time Blitz snatched the tentacle that hit him promptly stabbing into it with his knife causing the demon to scream in a muffled watery sound and finally release Striker from his grasp.

Blitz swam over to grab Striker then return to the surface as the octopus demon swam off having clearly had enough. Breaking the surface Blitz took a deep gasping inhale of breath then swam up to the boat where the captain imp tossed a rope ladder over the edge for him to climb up, slinging Striker over his shoulder to get up. Unceremoniously Blitz heaved Striker onto the deck’s surface with a wet plop, scurrying over top of his mate who wasn’t moving or breathing. Blitz yanked open Striker’s vest to start pumping his chest, breathing into his mouth with a chant of ‘come on’ under his breath the entire time. After what seemed like forever Striker inhaled sharply followed by a coughing fit that turned into gagging prompting Blitz to turn the pale imp on his side moments before Striker vomited up the nasty sea water, Blitz gently rubbing his mate’s back as he gasped for much needed air. Striker’s piercing yellow eyes blinked open taking a moment to focus on Blitz looming over him then the cold started setting in causing him to shiver. One of the crew members came onto the deck to help Blitz get Striker into the cabin where they provided a change of clothing for them both as well as some blankets, settling Striker beside the small pot belly stove. Striker was laid on the bench seat next to the stove still trying to clear the fog from his waterlogged mind, his lungs still burning slightly from having been exposed to so much sea water when Blitz came over to sit on the edge of the seat next to him. Blitz gently caressed his claws through Striker’s drying white hair in a soothing manner drawing the pale imp’s gaze towards his mate.

“Are you okay?” Blitz asked with a note of concern in his voice.

“I think so…my chest feels like it’s on fire though,” Striker answered, voice hoarse.

“Okay, I’m going to call the medical center the minute we make dock,” Blitz stated with a gentle smile.

“Hmm,” Striker hummed in somewhat acknowledgment, his eyes falling shut again from exhaustion.

Blitz kept to his word getting Striker to the medical center the moment they made dock where he was taken to an infirmary room. An hour after arriving Blitz was allowed to join Striker in his room, being an imp from Wrath, Striker wasn’t conducive to the cold leaving him severely chilled from the ocean waters and he was on oxygen when Blitz walked in to help ease his breathing till his lungs recovered. The doctor assured Blitz that even though Striker was in poor condition that he’d make a full recovery if given time and a little care much to the crimson imp’s relief. Less then a week later Striker returned to Imp City with Blitz, he was still a little uneasy on his feet but ultimately, he’d gotten back to his old self. Upon getting home Blitz made good on his promise from the boat as well much to Striker’s delight.

[beomgyusboy]

Introduction!!

Hi my names Kylan, i love writing and want to write fics on ao3. previews will be shown on here and maybe some one shots and short storys!!!

main groups i like: TXT, stray kids, boynextdoor, enhypen, blitzers, illit, itzy twice, and new jeans.

please request (anon or not!) on what you want me to write 🫶

this will be updated as i like new groups, and as i write more, i will (attempt to) make a master list!!

i love writing fluff, one shots, and shipping fanfiction. but ill write whatever gets requested to the best of my ablity!!

last updated: 12/10/24

[shay-the-writer]

July Writing Prompts

June was an epic failure, but I have hope for July.

July's main writing prompt is:

Write a soulmate story. (I have an idea in mind so let's see how that goes)

The optional prompts are:

2. Write an ending without a beginning.

3. Use the words: crown/dance/smile. (I have a little original idea that I'm combining with 2. If I manage to write it and get it done, and it's not fanfiction, I'll post it only on tumblr.)

4. (MOVIE QUOTE) Bill: I was not naked! / Blitzer: He was without apparel. (Twister)

5. TV QUOTE) Bingo Heeler: First things first. You're not dead, okay? You're at a pool party! Yay. (Bluey)

The TV and movie quotes can be altered and (obviously) used out of context from their original source.

These prompts can be used for original works as well as fanfiction.

[pride-moth]

I'm gonna restrain myself and finish this thing before I start posting it, but I think y'all deserve to know that Blitzo and Striker and fuckbuddy roommates and this is the vibe.

(Also the general conceit is that this is pre-everything and I'm doing an alternative timeline of getting Blitzo and Stolas together and mingling, so Blitzo and Striker are roomies, Striker is much more successful at the whole assassin thing (bc Blitzo doesn't have the book yet) and then he subcontracts Blitzo for a little palace heist. So Blitzo and Stolas meet via that and shit gets complicated from there with the book and the totally not falling in love and meeting all the canon friends and oh God, someone please stop me, this is gonna take me 100k words)

[phlebaswrites]

Bi Blitzers

Summary:

The post exam lull always feels weird.

At least to Mito.

Modern AU.

Rating: Gen Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito Word Count: 778 (Complete)

Written for @konoha-pride​ and the prompt 'True Colours', and for @good-grievance​ who requested, "Hashirama realizes he’s bi and Mito's like. This is valid, I still love you (all of you). And maybe gets him the Bi pride t shirt? Maybe it’s modern-ish?"

Also for @momo-ceros​ who suggested "Consider. Both of them being Bi".

@good-grievance​ also requested a coffee shop AU.

The title comes from the name of Mito’s pin.

Mito pokes at her phone desultorily.

There is nothing happening on the class slack channel right now.

It makes sense, the assignments are in, the exams are over, they're just waiting on their results - but it still feels... lonely.

For months she's had contact with these people at all hours of the day and now all of that chatter has fallen off. Even that one guy who seems to keep the same schedule as her isn't active right now.

He did make a post saying that he was just back from a family visit and that his internet was so spotty that he was going to go and find a coffee shop with wifi, so maybe she'll see him online later though.

For a while there she thought that he might actually be on campus with her, but what are the chances of that? Three quarters of the people in this course are international students who are from all over the world.

She just... likes him that's all.

He's nice.

So she's bored, anxious about her results, and kind of lonely.

Caffeine is probably not a good idea, but she's going to get it anyway. After all, what's the point of having an employee discount if you don't use it?

When she gets up to the front of the line she doesn't even have to order.

Her drink is handed over with a tired smile which she returns in kind, and she automatically turns and starts walking over to her spot - the big armchair in the corner that always gets the afternoon sun and makes her want to curl up like a cat and nap.

Only to stop short when she finds that it's already taken.

She feels a surge of totally irrational anger and has to forcibly tamp it down. It's not her chair, not even if she spends most of her free time in it. This guy, whoever he might be, is perfectly entitled to sit there.

She can even tell why.

He's hunched over a laptop that he's precariously balanced on his knees, and he's typing furiously. That's why he must have picked that chair she realises. There's a place to plug in there, and his charging cord is short.

She feels a bit better, knowing that this man isn't taking her spot without a good reason, and she makes her way over to the cushioned seat that is built into the bay window that is kitty corner to the armchair.

It's an okay trade off. Less privacy, more light, and she can still curl up.

So she slings her messenger bag onto one end of the bench, kicks off her shoes, and puts her feet up. Sipping slowly at her coffee, she checks her phone again.

And she's rewarded.

Because there, just posted, is a long screed about the last problem in the assignment - the challenge problem for extra credit - and how it was poorly phrased and almost designed to trip up students.

She fires off a reply expressing her vehement agreement. They’ll probably get a message from the TAs but she couldn’t care less. What can they do to her now? Are they gonna fail her? Now, right after the exams are all in?

It's an absurd proposition.

What's a real surprise is when she hears the swoosh and taps that indicate an incoming slack message, but it isn't coming from her phone. Instead it's coming from the laptop of the tall guy who crammed himself into her arm chair.

She watches him over the rim of her mug as his eyes light up and he types frantically. He hits enter and then leans back, biting his lip.

This time, it's her phone that makes noise and his head snaps up.

She meets his eyes and smiles slowly. "Hi, I'm Mito. You might know me better as Kurama."

He shakes his head wonderingly. "Wow. I mean, uh, I -"

She laughs at his expression. "You're Mokuton right?"

He nods shyly. "Yeah. Hashirama. I mean, in real life, I'm Hashirama."

She spots the little 'not a phase' bisexual pride pin on his laptop bag and nods at it. "Looks like we have more than this class in common."

He looks excited. "You mean, you're...?"

She turns to show off the Bi Blitzers Patch on the shoulder of her jacket. "Yep. Want a coffee? I have an employee discount."

Hashirama grabs her hand. "Mito, please don't take this the wrong way, but I want to marry you right now. I haven't had coffee since before I got on the plane."

Mito chokes out a laugh. "Let's date first. We can see where this goes from there."

Also available on AO3!

[coloringthegreyscale]

Well. Here it is.

Part 3 of the Stolitzer Universe.

And it’s going to have a second chapter here soon.

Have fun~

[moonlightentoff]

Introduction ✨

Hi :)

As I'm new here, I wanted to introduce myself a little. I hope we can be friends.

✨ABOUT ME:

•You can call me Luuna :)

•Use the pronouns she/her, please.

•I'm a 03' liner.

•I am French, so French is my first language.

•I'm 5.4 ft tall.

•I speak French fluently. I often hear that I speak English fluently, but I don't think so. I also speak Spanish as I chose to study that language in school. I can speak Spanish well but not fluently. I also want to learn Korean.

•I love to sing. I also enjoy reading books and listening to music. I try to learn how to dance well, but I'm not really good at that.

•When I am older, I hope I will be a journalist.

✨ABOUT MY ACCOUNT:

•My account will be a kpop fandom account.

•I discovered kpop last year and I truly loved it.

•I'm a boy group stan.

•What I write/do:

-One-shots.

-Fanfictions.

-Headcanons.

-Prompts.

-Reactions.

-Ships (describe yourself and give me a boy group and I'll tell you with who I ship you).

-MTL.

-Zodiac.

•Groups/trainees I write for (I might change the list):

-ATEEZ

-BDC

-BLITZERS

-CIIPHER

-CRAVITY

-DRIPPIN

-ENHYPEN

-EPEX

-GHOST9

-MIRAE

-NCT

-P1HARMONY

-STRAY KIDS

-TREASURE

-TXT

-WEI

-X1

-YGTB trainees

-PDX101 trainees

DISCLAIMER: I don't write smut about idols who are younger than 18 y.o (in international age, which means they are younger than 19 y.o in korean age).

Enjoy your time on this account. Feel free to request anything.

Bye !

[drades-lair]

12 Days of Kinkmas: Day 12 - Dealers Choice: Body Worship

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Blitzer

“Here, I bought you something!” Blitz exclaimed excitedly, shoving a box haphazardly wrapped in festive Hellmas paper into Striker’s hands.

“What…is it?” Striker inquired arching a brow at the sloppily wrapped box.

“Open it and find out,” Blitz insisted, beaming from ear to ear.

“Um…alright…” Striker hesitantly trailed off, placing the box on their bed before unwrapping it.

Blitz continued to bounce excitedly in place as Striker opened the hinged top of the box only for his confused expression to intensify, brow furrowing as he pulled the item out. The garment as it turned out was a set of red thong underwear with white fur around the waistband, a pair of red fishnet leggings, a pair of red pumps with glitter on them and a Santa hat. Striker held the items at arms length as he took in what exactly it was Blitz wanted him to do with said items, looking towards his crimson mate with an exasperated expression.

“Really? Let me guess, Ya want me ta wear these,” Striker stated.

“Yep, hurry, go try them on,” Blitz insisted still excited leading to an equally exasperated sigh from the pale imp.

“Fine, but one fuckin’ laugh outta Ya and I’ll kick Ya in the dick,” Striker warned heading out into the hallway towards the bathroom across from the master bedroom.

“Fair enough,” Blitz shrugged in acceptance, resigning to anxiously wait for Striker to return. Fifteen minutes later his pale counter part stepped out of the bathroom, heels clicking across the wooden floors as he made his way back into the bedroom.

“Happy?” Striker flatly asked, tossing his cloths onto the bed then placing a hand on his hip.

“Wow! It looks even better then I thought it would,” Blitz admitted, raking his eyes over his mate only to linger a few moments on the thong that barely contained Striker’s currently flaccid cock.

“Great…so…now what, Ya want a picture or somethin’?” Striker asked still sounding less then enthusiastic about his current getup.

“I mean…a picture would be nice…but you don’t seem to like it, don’t you think it looks good on you?” Blitz pointed out losing some of his earlier excitement.

“It’s not that I don’t like it…. look, I appreciate the thought, it’s just not…what I’m used to,” Striker stammered out, trying to not sound like an asshole especially seeing Blitz’s excitement waver.

“It’s fine if you don’t like it, but what’s wrong with it?” Blitz assured Striker.

“Well…um…it’s just, a bit too much skin for my liking,” Striker admitted, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other.

“Seriously? It’s too revealing. Didn’t take you for a prude,” Blitz chuckled.

“I’m not a prude. I just don’t understand why anyone would wanna see this much of me,” Striker clarified with an annoyed expression across his features.

“Wait, what do you mean? Why wouldn’t I wanna see more of you?” Blitz’s tone shifted instantly, turning serious as he was genuinely confused by Striker’s statement.

“I mean just that, I’m not exactly…attractive,” Striker answered in complete seriousness which took Blitz off guard.

“What!? What do you mean you’re not attractive?” Blitz exclaimed, flabbergasted at even the concept of striker not being considered handsome.

“I don’t consider myself attractive, between the scars from the job and my odd coloration I’m not exactly the definition of a handsome imp. Add in the fact my dick is…well, barbed,” Striker explained gesturing to the light-colored scars all over his body followed by pointing at his crotch for emphasis at the end.

“So? Your body is still good looking, your well built and your features are nice to look at,” Blitz pointed out.

“I only look this way because of the work I do and the scars sort of ruin that,” Striker retorted.

“Yet you act like that isn’t the case,” Blitz shot right back referring to Striker’s charm that he always threw on when talking to clients.

“Actin’ bein’ key there Bossman, plus I boast about my accomplishments not my body. I am very proud of my skills and accomplishments, just not…” Striker trailed off, averting his gaze from Blitz.

“Then what about when we have sex?” Blitz wondered curiously.

“Yer the first one I’ve let top me and before that I kept things quick and rough that way, I didn’t need ta worry about anyone lookin’ too long,” Striker explained in a matter-of-fact manner.

“Seriously? Is that why before me you only had vanilla sex?” Blitz wondered with a disbelieving expression on his features.

“Basically,” Striker confirmed.

“I think you look…ruggedly handsome, I’m not exactly flaw free either,” Blitz added gesturing to the massive white scar on his face.

“Guess that’s why we’re a good match,” Striker chuckled.

“Nope, nope, nope, this won’t do. Come here,” Blitz declared, walking right up to Striker to pull him in by the waist which wasn’t difficult as the high heels made the pale imp a little off balance.

“Wha!? What in hell are Ya doin’?” Striker exclaimed, face turning beet red as Blitz manhandled him.

“I’m going to show you just how handsome you really are,” Blitz stated, with a seductive grin spreading across his face.

Blitz pulled Striker towards the bed where he pushed him onto the mattress causing the pale imp to lose the offensive heels that were preventing him from moving correctly, scooting up the bed towards the headboard while Blitz crawled after him. Blitz continued to smirk as he crawled over Striker, getting nose to nose with the pale imp who flushed a deeper red. Caressing a hand up Striker’s side Blitz traced each scar he came across causing Striker to shiver.

“Tell me what each one was caused by,” Blitz instructed in a low whisper that sent blood rushing straight south of Striker’s border.

“Alright…” Striker breathed out.

“This one?” Blitz asked, running his fingertips over a scar that sat right in the middle of Striker’s side.

“Knife,” Striker breathed out again, watching Blitz’s movements carefully.

“And this one?” Blitz continued, running his fingers over a scar across the pale imp’s hip.

“Gun shot…had ta…remove it myself…” Striker panted out.

This continued for some time with Blitz running his fingers over individual scars with Striker explaining what caused each one. Once Blitz had found every single scar he pressed his palm to Striker’s stomach, splaying his fingers as he caressed up to his chest. Blitz leaned up to capture Striker’s lips in a kiss then moved to the pale imp’s jawline, mouthing along it then down Striker’s throat where he sucked on his pulse point causing Striker to moan.

“I love how you sound,” Blitz complimented in a low husky tone.

“Mm, fuck…come on Bossman…” Striker moaned out with a small growl to emphasize his impatience.

“Nope, not tonight. I want you to know how I see you,” Blitz persisted, mouthing down across Striker’s collarbone.

“Ugh…we don’t…” Striker began before being cut off.

“I love how toned your body is,” Blitz complimented again, caressing his hands along Striker’s abs while nipping at his pecks.

Striker grew silent as Blitz continued his course of complimenting each part of Striker’s body and surprisingly, he found it extremely erotic. The thong that he was still wearing swiftly grew less capable of containing the pale imp’s impressive length, stretching as his cock grew harder. Blitz kissed further down Striker’s torso to the waistband of the stretched thong, smoothing the flat of his tongue over the tip of Striker’s protruding cock head. Striker pushed himself up on his elbows, biting his bottom lip as he watched Blitz tease at his cock head before pulling the thong right off leaving the pale imp in only the red fishnets as the Santa hat had fallen off when Blitz pushed him onto the bed.

“F-fuck…Ya wanna fuck me or ride me?” Striker asked, drawl far deeper then normal.

“Oh, I’m gonna ride you,” Blitz answered, smirk returning to his face as he grabbed the base of Striker’s cock giving it a couple strokes.

“Ah, shit!” Striker exclaimed, head falling backwards at the sudden contact.

Blitz chuckled slightly then released Striker’s cock, maneuvering to straddle the pale imp’s hips once he’d removed his t-shirt, jogging pant combo. Striker retrieved the lube from the bedside drawer to hand to Blitz who immediately set about stretching himself open, hand planted on Striker’s torso for balance as he leaned forwards. A few minutes later Blitz removed his fingers from his own hole and guided Striker’s cock to it instead, sinking down slowly till he bottomed out with a groan.

“Fuck…I love how thick your barbs make your cock,” Blitz praised again causing Striker to release a breathy chuckle.

Blitz wasn’t shy about starting up a quick rhythm, both palms pressing on Striker’s torso as he bounced on the other imp’s cock. The duo’s tails intertwined the closer they got to orgasm, moans mingling with one another until they both went ridged, Striker’s barbs flaring inside Blitz to lock them together as pump after pump of hot cum filled the crimson imp’s cavity. Blitz spilled strings of cum across Striker’s torso as the waves of orgasm washed over him before finally dissipating leaving them both heavily panting and quivering.

“How…was that…handsome,” Blitz panted out after a few moments, smirk returning to his features.

“Ha-ha, gotta admit, that was good,” Striker confessed, draping an arm over his eyes.

About fifteen minutes later Blitz managed to dismount Striker’s cock allowing him to lay beside the pale imp both softly panting.

“Anyone ever told Ya, Yer sappy as fuck?” Striker questioned with a huffed laugh.

“Yep, anyone ever tell you that you look good in fishnets,” Blitz retorted with a huffed laugh of his own that spurred a subtle chuckle fest between the duo.   

[drades-lair]

Blitz/Striker - Baby Chronicles: Afraid of the Dark

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: K

Pairing(s): Striker/Blitz

The still silence of night was suddenly pierced by the cry of Kirin causing Striker to stir from his sleep with a groan. Pushing up on one arm the pale imp tried to clear the fog from his mind, grabbing his phone to look at the time revealing it was two O’clock in the morning. Yawning hard Striker flipped the blankets off himself to sling his legs over the edge of the bed while Blitz continued to snore, sliding on a pair of jogging pants Striker exited the master bedroom. Kirin continued to call out ‘daddy’ as the pale imp shuffled down the dark hallway, Kaiden sleepily rubbed his eyes as he peeked out of his room with a tiny yawn.

“Go back ta bed Kaiden,” Striker whispered, opening Kirin’s door at the end of the hall.

“Okay,” Kaiden sleepily agreed closing his door again.

“Kirin?” Striker whispered upon opening the door to Kirin’s room.

“Daddy? Daddy! I’m scared!” Kirin whimpered out with a little sniffle from underneath her blankets.

Striker made his way over to Kirin’s bed where he sat on the edge allowing the little one to crawl into his lap, curling into his chest.

“Why are Ya scared my sweet tumble weed?” Striker asked in a gentle tone, nuzzling into the tiny imp’s hair.

“There’s a monster in the corner!” Kirin sobbed, pointing to the far-right corner of her bedroom.

“Hmm?” Striker quarried as he looked to where Kirin was pointing, in the far-right corner of the room was a standing lamp that apparently had been partially covered by a piece of the little imp’s clothing making it appear as though someone was standing there.

“Humph, Kirin, that’s just the lamp with a shirt draped over it. Nothing to be afraid of,” Striker huffed out a small laugh as he reassured the little one in his arms.

“B-But…it looks like…a monster…” Kirin stammered between sniffles.

“I promise it isn’t, here…” Striker trailed off placing Kirin on the bed to walk over to the lamp where he pulled the shirt off then turned it on for a moment to prove to Kirin it was nothing.

“Oh…it looked like one though…” Kirin continued to sniffle, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I think Yer just afraid of the dark, how’s about I leave the light next to Yer bed on that way you can see everything but still sleep,” Striker suggested making his way back over to Kirin.

“Can you?” Kirin asked in turn with a little wavering smile.

“Of course,” Striker confirmed, flicking on the bedside table light before sitting down on the edge of Kirin’s bed again to pull her into his arms. 

Gently Striker rocked Kirin in his arms making little soothing noises that comforted the tiny distraught imp who gave a small yawn. A short time later Kirin fell asleep in Striker’s arms allowing him to gently set her down in bed, tucking her in before quietly leaving the room to return to his own.  

[coloringthegreyscale]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Helluva Boss (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blitzo/Stolas Goetia/Striker, Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Blitzo/Striker Characters: Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Striker Additional Tags: Threesome, Bottom Blitzo, (but he's kinda bad at it), Top Striker, Top Stolas, (they'd be better at it if Blitzo would cooperate), Blitzo is a brat, Light BDSM, Bondage, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, I'll explain Stolas's anatomy one day, But not today, Stolas is a Demon Bird, Take that however you want, Polyamory, Porn with Feelings, Light Angst, Light Hurt/Comfort, Blitzo is so bad at feelings, They're all idiots but sometimes Blitzo's extra dumb, it all works out, Happy reminder that Stolas is a powerful bitch in this, And Blitzo definitely likes it, Eldrich Stolas, Voice Kink, Dirty Talk, Dirty dirty smut with a side of fluff Series: Part 3 of The Stolitzer Universe Summary:

Blitzo is having nightmares and he needs to stop thinking. When he implores Stolas and Striker to help him out, he gets a bit more than he actually bargained for (but exactly what he needed).

CHAPTER TWO IS DONE! What do y’all think of these three? What more would you like to see? I have ideas, but I would like to hear your thoughts.

[phlebaswrites]

Six Sentence Sunday

Whoops, forgot to do this yesterday so I’ll do it now! Better late than never?

This is from Bi Blitzers, a short story that I wrote for @konoha-pride​​. It's a little bit more than six sentences, just to get to the end of the paragraph.

Mito pokes at her phone desultorily.

There is nothing happening on the class slack channel right now.

It makes sense, the assignments are in, the exams are over, they're just waiting on their results - but it still feels... lonely.

For months she's had contact with these people at all hours of the day and now all of that chatter has fallen off. Even that one guy who seems to keep the same schedule as her isn't active right now. He did make a post saying that he was just back from a family visit, and that his internet was so spotty that he was going to go and find a coffee shop with wifi, so maybe she'll see him online later though.