#hb fanfiction

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Ficlet: Are You Ready?

Timeline: Two years after Apology Tour, Blitz and Stolas's Wedding day.

Blitz paces back and forth in their apartment bedroom in Pride, if he went any faster he'd be making a rut in the carpet.

Loona knocks, "Everything okay in there?"

Blitz laughs nervously, "Yep!"

She walks in, covering her eyes. "You can pull your hand down, I'm decent" he says and she uncovers her eyes, widening them.

"Dad....you look..."

"Like a nerd? Like I should've chosen a different color? Fuck did the cake get there yet? Why did I let Stolas go ahead to the venue without me!"

Loona smiles and walks over, straightening his bow tie, "Because you've been hopelessly anxious about this whole day". He sighs and drops down his arms.

"Loonie what if we just reschedule?" He winces and she laughs, "The guests are already there, Dad. Waiting for you", she points to him and he holds his chest.

"Are you..good?" She asks and he sits on the bed. She sits next to him and he puts his head in his hands.

"What the fuck am I doing Loonie?! We've been through so much together but it still seems surreal that I'm about to marry a prince! I mean- me!" He says, pained.

She laughs, "Well, he isn't a prince anymore". Blitz rolls his eyes, "You know what I mean. He deserves better".

Now she rolls her eyes, "You really believe that? That sounds like something you'd say two years ago".

He rubs his arms, "Yeah...no. No I don't think that anymore. I'm just making an excuse. I'm just so nervous Loonie".

She smiles and pats his back, "Therapy's been good to you dad. But I want more family, so come on, let's finish this".

He returns her smile and grabs her hand and she pulls him out of the apartment. He presses his crystal and they walk through, and his eyes widen. The venue in Gluttony is beautiful. Loona might have pulled a few strings.

There's a deck on a shining lake leading to an arch with flowers of all kinds, ones that Stolas himself used to cultivate. There's a reception area with all their favorite foods, a dance floor, it's everything they wanted.

"Loonie this is..."

"Is it too much? I told Bee it was a low-key wedding but she's really into these sorta things so she insisted also on the giant heart shaped picture of you two made out of cheese" she points to it and Blitz laughs.

"Loonie it's perfect", he kisses her on the forehead and takes his place at the arch. He looks around and blushes, feeling all the eyes on him. Fizz waves from him and Ozzie in the second row and he waves back.

Then everyone goes quiet. A soft and gentle lyre tune starts and Blitz realizes his hands are shaking and rubs them, putting them half behind him. He stares at the doors leading to the building where Stolas has been getting ready.

Loona and Bee walk together arm in arm and bee sits in the front row while Loona stands by Blitz. Then comes Via, arm in arm with a best friend Blitz and Stolas have met. She stands on the other side of the arch, smiling at Blitz. He gives her an anxious smile back and can feel the tears behind his eyes.

Keep it in...just a little longer..

Then comes Vassago arm in arm with Andrealphus. Blitz was hesitant to invite them as Andrealphus betrayed them so badly, but Stolas insisted he wanted Vassago there, and unfortunately they are now a packaged deal. Vassago takes his place next to Via as Stolas's best man.

Finally, at the end of the train before Stolas is Millie and Moxxie, hand in hand they nod to all their friends in the audience. Then they part as Moxxie sits in the front row as Millie takes place next to Loona as Blitz's Best person. He was going to ask Fizz, and to be honest Fizz has told him he wishes it was him. But Millie has helped him through so much, we all grow and become different people, ya know?

Finally, a certain owl peaks through the doors. The song intensifies, and Stolas steps through in a suit similar to Blitz's with purple and blue stars but he has an added velvet cape and a veil train pulling behind him. He walks elegantly down the aisle deck, towards the arch. The Gluttonous sun shining on his eyes.

Blitz can feel that he is already a blubbering mess. And he can feel Moxxie and Fizz crying also on his behalf. He just stands there watching this regal creature approach him at the archway.

"Hello Darling", he says with a soft voice and wipes a few tears of his own, then before Blitz can wipe his face on his sleeve, bends down and wipes his eyes with a hand talon and kisses his cheek. The audience awws then there's a small clap from behind them.

"You look so beautiful", Blitz says, looking up at his owl.

Stolas beams, "Only because of you".

"Alright! Let's get this show on the road, shall we?", pipes Lucifer, opening a book. Ozzie rolling his eyes and whispering to Fizz, "He wouldn't be able to take a hint if it slapped him in the face", Fizz giggles then puts a hand over his mouth as Blitz looks to him smiling and smiles back, waving.

Stolas puts a hand on Blitz's cheek and he returns the favor with a hand on Stolas's waist.

"Are you ready my dear?" Stolas asks.

"More than anything", Blitz replies.

[prof-ramses]

Treasured is here!!!!!!!!!!!!

Surprise! I've been working on a Golden Goose fic, and have managed to complete and refine the first chapter to publishing quality!

You can find it right here

Massive shoutouts to @thatguywhodoesstuff, @crossover-enthusiast and @woomy-wormy for supporting my writing endeavors and just being awesome all around.

Reblogs and shares are highly appreciated

[grayintogreen]

eldritch and uncharted shores

"Have you seen the roses?"

As this haunting refrain continues to pass across Hell, heralding strange events and odd behavior from powerful Hellborn, Charlie Morningstar is just trying to keep her hotel running as both a rehab and a halfway house for demons wishing for safety and protection, plan her wedding, and keep her sanity while dealing with her mother's return to the stage after an eight year absence and the trouble the opening act Velvette brought for her brings as well as a trio of new media Overlords.

But despite all the little problems piling up, something is very, very wrong in Hell and what's more Heaven knows what it is and after a year's absence, they've approached the Morningstars with a bargain that will open up secrets left buried for millenniums and put the fate of Hell and Heaven in Charlie's hands.

No pressure.

chapter three: have you seen the roses?

Imp City deals with overgrowth; A deadly situation breaks out in Lust.

[mandareeboo]

Title: Fizz has the best day of his life

Summary/Excerpt:

Loona doesn't have time to be absolutely fucking mortified by that, because Bee whispers something in his ear and then she's got metal hands on her shoulders as he shakes her. "You're Blitzo's daughter?" "The O is silent," she eeks out before Loona remembers to shut the fuck up, actually. She's just got in engrained from receptionist duty, correcting clients before they meet with the man in question. Fizz, for his part, doesn't seem to be listening. He stares blankly into space a moment. "I have a niece. Holy shit." He starts shaking her again. "I HAVE A FUCKING NIECE AND NO ONE TOLD ME?"

For a friend! I refuse to believe that Fizz wouldn't be so hype about having a niece. And I know, Blitz and Fizzarolli's dynamic is a lot more complicated than just 'brothers', but after growing up together Loona 100% counts as his niece. They could be married for twenty years and he'd be like. Yeah that's my niece.

Commissions Are Open! || Ko-fi

[moonblossom-bunny]

Here's a snippet of something I'm working on and off on. Won't post the whole thing until it's done because my mental state is blue screening too much these past years. But wanted to share it because it's my fave bit of it so far. (yes I'm only 5 pages in so sue me. It's also one of those what happened after the fire with Fizz stories. Also swearing. Which is why I've put this onder a read more in case that's not your cup of hot cocoa.)

And now that Mammon seemed to remember his name, he might actually had a shot of paying them back. “-selling merch! Shows too! Like, ten times a week yeah? No! Twenty! Imagine, Fizzie! Everyone will want a piece of ya mate!” “W-What?” Fizz muttered softly as he hadn’t heard half of what was said to him. The sin started to shake his body back and forth in a violent way. “Yer gonna be a star ya cunt!” Mammon exclaimed gleefully. The sound of a loud thunk suddenly made the demon king fall silent. Glowing green eyes turning to what made the sound in the first place. The happy smile he carried vanished in an instant making Fizz’s spine tingle with anxiety. Shit. Mammon clicked his tongue a few times before turning his attention back to him. “That ain’t very sexy Fizz.” Shit! “Ha Ha. I guess I’m just falling apart with excitement after tonight’s show. Sir.” He tried to joke in an attempt to make light of the fact his right arm had decided to pop off without warning. It was at that moment that Fizz was unceremoniously dropped back to the floor, landing with a thud on his feet.

[glitzbot]

did you know I'm also writing a stolitz fic? oh yes!

it's a canon divergent AU with comedy, romance, and horny vibes aplenty! read it ✨HERE✨

[hazbinhotelho]

Stolitz week 2023 day 1: Family/Childhood (T)

I realized I should be cross-posting my stuff lol

Summary: Blitzø hears about one of Stolas' childhood dreams involving Loo Loo Land, and decides to make it happen.

Content warnings: sex/the full moon deal is mentioned, but other than that there is nothing graphic

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47979379/chapters/120972745

[girlboypersonthingy]

I NEEED possessive Blitzø after striker was flirting with reader in season 1 episode 5

maybe leading to yknow

can I be 💿 anon?

I’m literally screaming over this request, holy shit! Yes yes yes, been craving some Blitzø writing. I’ve finally made it 😮‍💨 of course you can be 💿 anon. You’re actually the first anon to claim an emoji! So yeah…thanks for requesting, nonnie. Enjoy! 🖤

Notes: gn!reader, established relationship

TW: not really smut but very suggestive, still gender neutral reader, making out, heavy touching, a little dirty talk, teasing, Blitzø using his tail 🤤 possessive Blitzø 18+ only please

Blitzø x reader - Jealousy 🥀

Watching from your spot in the bleachers, sat beside Moxxie and Millie, you let your pride and admiration for Blitzø burst out of you in the form of screaming, cheering and clapping. Of course Blitzø just had to participate in the pain games. You watched as he showed off his skills, stamina and strength all day during the pain games and, to put it simply, you were in awe of him. He and that shady farm hand, Striker, were neck and neck all day. Sure, you’ve seen him at work before, you’ve watched him take the lives of so many living people, you’ve watched him take on unexpected enemies with ease…but this was just a game. Some harvest festival bullshit, that’s what he called it. If that’s all it is, why is he trying so hard to beat some dumb farm hand? Regardless of his reasoning, you supported him through and through, cheering him on from the audience as Stolas announces him and Striker to be tied for first place. “FUCK YEAH, BLITZ!!! WHOOOO!!!”

Hearing his name bellow from your chest in a high pitched yell caught his attention, head turning towards the sound as his eyes lock onto you sitting in the crowd. A smile tugs at his lips as he lifts one of his big hands to give you a wave. Simultaneously, Striker shoots you a devious glare, smirking as he winks at you and waves his hand back at you. The sight of him looking at you with those eyes just…made you shiver. What a creep. Did he really think you were waving at him? As if! But now you notice Blitzø frowning, teeth bared and hands now balled up into tight fists of rage. He was fuming, looking as if he was actively growling and you could see him shaking slightly.

Finally, Blitzø stomps his way off the stage and is on his way to you. This prompts you to jump up and go to him. Carefully shuffling through the crowd, you find Blitzø still looking more pissy than usual. “Hey, you kicked ass, babe! You totally deserved first place. Fuck that other guy.” Your immediate shit talking brings a smirk to Blitzø’s face for just a second before it turns back to a bitter frown. “Blitz… You did your best and I think your best is waaaaay better than that stupid, tacky cowboy and-“

Without letting you get another word in, without even worrying about the fact that you’re in a crowd of wrathians right now, Blitzø grips your wrist and yanks you into him. His lips come smashing into yours, almost painfully at first, but it soon becomes a sloppy, soft, open mouth kiss. And then his other hand falls on your hip for a moment before sliding down to gently fondle your ass. As your lips move messily against his, a surprised ‘hmph!’ comes from your throat when you feel his hand give your butt a squeeze. Quickly pulling back and sucking in a breath, “Blitzø! What’s gotten into you?” You ask with a shy smile, watching as he stumbles further towards you, practically drunk off your lips. “I’m better than him?” He repeats what you had said just a minute ago, his eyes now hungry and darting all over your face and body. “Psh! Of course you are.” Responding with another quick kiss to his lips, you watch as his smile gradually widens, his eyes never leaving your now blushy face.

Then it dawns on you- oh my god he’s jealous. You think back to when you had first met Striker and Millie’s parents, the way Striker was looking you up and down, when he kissed the back of your hand and called you ‘gorgeous’. Yuck. Makes you cringe just thinking about him touching you. What was it he said to you? Something like... ‘You probably have a man, considering how good lookin’ you are…but you should forget about him and come visit me in my room tonight, little one. I’ll show you what a real man is like.’ That’s probably what has Blitzø so annoyed and needy for you…and so pissed that he was tied for first place with that asshole.

Suddenly, Blitzø is dragging you along behind him as you both push through the crowd and make your way back to Millie’s parents’ house. “You okay?” You question softly from behind him. “I will be.” He responds immediately, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing from his tone of voice. In a flash, he’s got you into the guest room he was staying in, flattened out against the bed with him on top of you, his lips unforgiving and desperate against your own.

“Oh~ Jeez, Blitz…Im only yours. You know that right?.” Your lips part finally but he moves back in fast, his lips meeting your neck and slowly kissing down your chest. “Mhm. Tell me more.” He commands between kisses then lets his long, forked tongue drag along your exposed collar bone. “Ah~! I’m all yours. You’re the only one I w-want…fuck.” You lose all focus as Blitzø’s tail slithers up and around your thigh, the pointed end of it gently swiping up and down your crotch. “Blitzzzzz…” Your own moan surprises you a bit but when you look down at Blitzø still enjoying the taste of your collar bone, he’s obviously enjoying this waayyyy too much.

“C’mon…tell me more.” He carefully but firmly grips your face in his hand, his face just inches from yours now and he looks deadly serious, his big eyes searching your face. He’s making you look at him, despite how red your face is and how badly you want to find another spot to rest your gaze. “Who do you belong to?” It comes out of him in a low growl, his mouth back against your skin. “You. You, baby. I’m all yours, Blitz.” You take a moment to enjoy the feeling of his teeth scraping against your neck. “Listen…If this is about when Striker hit on me earlier, you know I-“

“Don’t… don’t say his name. Ever again.” His tone is almost frightening but the expression of pride and satisfaction on his face makes you bite down hard on your lip, your legs quivering as his tail continues to tickle up against your inner thigh. “S-s-sorry…” is all you can mumble out before impulsively reaching up to grab his face and bring it close to yours, continuing the make out session. “Keep saying my name.” He groans into the kiss as your hands begin to travel his body, feeling up his chest and down his sides.

“F-fuuck~ Blitz. Oh! Hmmmm~ Blitz, I love you…I’m all yours, B-Blitzzzzz~.” And now he just can’t control himself, physically or verbally. He completely unravels right before your eyes, huffing as his hands grip your hips, tugging at the waist band of your pants. “Fuuuuuck~ you’re so hot. Yeah, baby. You’re aaaaalllll mine. Only I get to have you like this, only I get to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.” The dirty talk is starting to get to both of you, pulling whines and whimpers from you as Blitzø starts to literally rip your clothes- not fully rip them off of you but his grip on the belt loops of your jeans right now is almost scary. The tighter he grips, the more you hear the seams of the clothing popping.

Just when you thought he would finally yank your pants off and fuck the shit out of you, Blitzø pulls back, checks his phone, then uses the waist band of your pants to pull you up to your feet. He pushes you towards the door, placing a hard smack to your ass before again nudging you forward. “W-what? Where are we-“ You ask, confused and weak at the knees. He holds up his phone, showing a text from Moxxie about Striker and his plan to kill Stolas. “We got a tacky cowboy to get rid of.” You sigh and trudge forward, disappointed and extremely horny now.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.” Blitzø grabs ahold of your hand and gives you a flirty look as he continues walking. He gestures back at the bed behind you two. “I’ll be sure to pound you into that mattress so hard you won’t even remember that piece of shit’s name.”

[artzval]

Stolitz

After a few years away from A03, I found my way back to it thanks to @glitzbot ' Fan fiction and comics!

I liked their work so much that I NEEDED to draw a fanart for the latest Chapter! 💜

Some close ups without shadows and lights~

[voxslays]

“Howdy, Striker!”

Featuring >>> Striker x Reader; In which, Reader catches Striker in the middle of a murder, and things escalate from there.

Warnings; Smut, Possibly Dub-Con, Striker is Striker.

A/N: Sorry for posting my latest part of Haztober so late, here is a special little gift for being so patient with me. I just watched episodes 3-7 of season 2…but 4 and 6…STRIKER!

It was a fine fall day out in the wrath ring. Still very hot, but starting to cool down as it got later into October. You were visiting for the Harvest Moon Festival, hoping to see one of your close friends compete. You were taking a shortcut by walking down an alleyway when suddenly you saw two imps fighting. As you got closer you realized who one of them was—Striker—A famous assassin and cowboy among wrath. “Give up vermin.” He growled at the other demon as he dealt one last blow to the head with his angelic knife. He watched as the imp bled, then turned towards you. “Hello there little one..” Striker grinned, showing his gold tooth. You quickly backed up. “Woah, Woah, Woah there cowboy…I was just leaving-!” You say, clearly panicking. Striker's grin widens, a dark amusement playing in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his heavy boots thudding against the ground. "Going so soon? You just got here. Besides, I haven't even had a chance to,” He pauses as he looks you up and down. He reaches out, his large, calloused hand wrapping around your wrist. His grip is firm, unyielding. He pulls you closer, his breath hot against your face. "…Ask you your name." He purrs, his voice low and menacing.

Your breathing grows heavier. ​​"Now, now, why are you breathing like that? Am I that intimidating, hmm?" He chuckles, his gold tooth glinting in the dim light. "Relax, I don't bite...Hard." He grins, his eyes glinting with a wicked amusement. He leans in closer, his nose brushing against your neck. He inhales deeply, his voice rumbling against your skin. "You smell... different.” He says, his southern accent ringing through the air. “Like flowers, not like the usual stench of this place. Intriguing..." He pulls back, his gaze meeting yours.

“I'm not from here.” You say as your breath hitches. "Clearly." He smirks, his thumb tracing circles on your wrist. "And what brings a sweet little thing like you to this godforsaken place, hmm?"  His eyes narrow slightly, suspicion flickering in them. “I’m just here to watch one of my friends compete in the festival.” Striker laughs. "The Harvest Moon Festival, eh?" He releases your wrist, taking a step back. "Well, ain't that just precious. Coming all this way to watch your little friend play pretend." He shakes his head, another harsh laugh escaping his lips. "You know, I was invited too. But me? In a festival? Might as well invite a wolf to a lamb convention." He chuckles darkly, his gaze returning to you. "But now that you're here, maybe my time won't be entirely wasted." He says, his voice filled with lust. 

You suddenly feel a deep blush coat your already rosy red cheeks. "Mmm, you're blushing. Cute." He grins, taking a step closer. His hand reaches up, his calloused fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Look at me like that again and I might just take you right here." Your blush deepens. His eyes darken with desire as he notices your even redder cheeks and quickened breath. In one swift motion, he pushes you against the nearest wall, his muscular body pinning you in place. His other hand grips your hip possessively.

You gasp in surprise, feeling an army of butterflies in your stomach. *His face hovers inches from yours, his hot breath mingling with yours. "Shh, just breathe," he whispers, his voice laced with dominant undertones. "I promise, I won't bite...yet." His hands begin to explore your body, slowly, tauntingly. His touch is firm, yet gentle, contradictions that send shivers down your spine. His voice drops to a low purr. "You're so responsive... It's intoxicating..." His southern drawl becoming more evident. His hands slip under your shirt, his calloused palms brushing against your bare skin. You can feel his erection pressing against you, a testament to his arousal. "See what you do to me?" he growls, nuzzling your neck.

His kisses become more urgent as you let out a few gasps and moans, his hands tightening on your hips. He grinds against you, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "You taste like honey," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "I bet you'd taste even sweeter elsewhere." His strong hands hoist you up, carrying you over to a nearby abandoned shack. He kicks the door open, carrying you inside. He lays you down on a pile of hay in the corner.  His eyes glint wickedly as he looks down at you.  "Now, where was I?"

He crawls over you, his hands pushing your skirt up. His fingers brush against your thighs, slowly parting them. "So innocent..." He kneels down between your parted thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart. He flashes you a roguish grin before lowering his head, his warm breath tickling your core. "I think I'll start here." 

His tongue flicks out, tasting you. He growls in approval, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them open. He buries his face between your thighs, feasting on you like a man starved. His touch is rough, intense, mirroring his personality. "So good..." You cry out in pleasure. He doubles his efforts at your cry, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at your essence. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he holds you in place, not letting you escape his relentless assault on your senses. He suckles your sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. 

He laps at you more insistently, drinking in your essence. His tongue delves deep inside, stroking your walls. He sucks hard on your clit, determined to make you fall apart. "That's it, scream for me," he growls against your sensitive flesh. He continues his onslaught, drawing out your release. As you come down from your high, he straightens up. His face is glistening with your juices, his eyes wild. He quickly begins to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. The leather hisses as it's pulled through the loops of his pants. He doubles it over, the ends dangling ominously. "You've been a good girl so far... But maybe it's time for a little..."

He leans down, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. He wraps the belt around your wrists, securing you to the wooden beam above. He smirks at you, his face a mask of dark intent. "Now, where were we?" He drops to his knees, burying his face once more between your thighs. He ravishes you with his mouth, his tongue plunging deep inside. But this time, he brings his hand into play, his fingers joining his tongue. He pumps them in and out, scissoring them to stretch you. ​​He continues his relentless assault on your most intimate area. His fingers curl inside you, stroking your G-spot as his tongue lashes your clit. He can feel you tightening around him. Knowing you're close, he doubles his efforts, determined to push you over the edge into ecstasy. 

He feels your walls clenching around his fingers, your body trembling on the edge. He doubles his efforts, sucking your clit hard as he curls his fingers to stroke that special spot inside. He wants to feel you come undone, to hear you scream his name as pleasure overtakes you. He feels your body convulse, your inner walls gripping his fingers like a vice as you come undone. He doesn't let up, continuing his relentless assault until he's wrung every last drop of pleasure from you. Only then does he slowly withdraw, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. “Stiker!” You scream out. 

He stands up, his eyes burning with a dark hunger. He reaches for the belt still binding your wrists, undoing it and tossing it aside. He lifts you up, his strong arms supporting your weight. He carries you over to the table, setting you down on the surface with a thud. He steps between your legs, forcing them apart. His hands grip your backside, lifting you up and pulling you forward. He grinds against you, his hardness rubbing against your slick folds. "Look at me," he demands, his voice gruff with desire. You immediately look into his golden eyes. 

His eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and possessive. He reaches down and spreads your lips open, revealing your dripping wet pussy to his hungry gaze. "So fuckin’ pretty," He growls, his voice now filled with lust and his classic southern accent. He lines himself up, the head of his dick pressing against your entrance. He slowly pushes inside, his eyes never leaving yours. He wants you to see who's taking you, possessing you completely. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he starts to move. He pulls out slowly, only to thrust back in harder, setting a steady, powerful rhythm.

His thrusts become more forceful, almost violent in their intensity. The table creaks beneath you as he pounds into you. "Take it," He snarls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take every fuckin’ inch of my cock." He leans down, his chest pressing against yours as he continues to pound into you. He captures your lips in a rough, dominating kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming you utterly. He swallows your moans and cries, drinking in your pleasure like a true cowboy. He breaks the kiss, panting harshly. His hips never stop moving, driving into you with increasing force and speed. The room fills with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your moans. "Take it," He snarls greedily. 

He lifts you up, holding you aloft as he drives into you from below. He grins wickedly as he watches his length disappear inside you, over and over. He leans back slightly, changing the angle and making you gasp. "Oh, you like that? Good." He slams into you, finding that spot inside that makes your vision whiten. He sets a brutal pace, driving into you deep and hard. He watches where he's joined to you, his eyes glued to the point where he disappears into your heat. "You feel so good~” His face contorts with pleasure and concentration as he chases his release. His arms tighten around you, his hands clutching your bottom possessively. His breathing grows heavier, his movements more erratic. He's close. He leans forward, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He bites down, the sharp pain pushing you both over the edge. He roars his release, burying his face against your neck as he spurts into you with one final thrust. 

He collapses forward, pinning you beneath his heavy, sweat-slicked body. He pants against your neck, his hips still twitching slightly with the aftershocks. After a long moment, he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark and sated. "Mmm..." Striker groans. He slowly pulls out of you, his softening length slipping free with a wet sound. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you end up draped across his broad chest. His large hand finds your back, stroking up and down possessively. "You did well.” He smirks cockily. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, an unusual sign of tenderness from him. He wraps both arms around you, his hold tightening protectively. "Rest now," Striker murmurs, his voice low and soothing.

[personofpower]

#StopTheLeaks

We in the Hazbin hotel community have been repeatedly betrayed by our fellow fandom enjoyers through leaks.

- I am delighted that my tumblr page has shown no signs of spreading the leak

- This goes to show that a majority of us in this fandom do NOT support the leaks

- We as a collective should stand together to show Vivzie, her team, and Prime Video that we are just as upset by these leaks as they are, and that we are still as enthusiastic to wait patiently for the show to release on its own.

{*} Share/make positive posts on your social medias featuring the tag #stoptheleaks to show your support.

- Together we will stand up to those who dirty our good name!

Thank you for reading taking the time to read this. Together we will succeed…

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Ficlet: I Thought I Could Forget You

I love writing ficlets, I'll write angst, I'll write some love too a da da da da I love writing ficlets and today it's gonna be some idiots in love.....

Timeline Summary: Two years after Apology Tour, Stolas and Blitz never talk to each other again. Until today at the park.

"Go to fuck outside", Loona pulls Blitz off the couch and kicks him towards the door. He groans and tries to crawl back to the couch but she blocks him.

"Loonie I don't wanna", he whines, "I just wanna watch the new MLP".

She groans, "We can watch it tonight asshole, you need to touch grass. You've been inside all weekend, drinking off your ass".

"Hey I'm sober today!" He points and she rolls her eyes, reaching out her hand. He groans and hands her the joint from his pocket.

"Weed doesn't count!" He yells and she snorts, "you'll get this back when you come back. I want you out there for at least one hour".

"What! What am I supposed to do for one hour?"

"Stare at the sky! Listen to some birds, get a fucking coffee, I don't fucking care. Just don't come back til you've touched grass", she pulls out his wallet that she keeps from him and hands him a five. He reluctantly takes it and narrows his eyes.

"Fine", he attempts to grab his keys but Loona uses a little levitation spell she learned and keeps them away from him, "uh uh".

He sighs and leaves the apartment, slamming the door. He really needs to rethink this whole 'giving his daughter all his things to hold onto' thing. But to be fair he hasn't exactly been responsible with any of it in the last two years. The van was totaled. They had to get a new car.

Their rent wasnt paid for three months because he spent it all on booze and they almost got evicted. And he almost lost M&M because of his attitude at work. It's been an extremely shitty two years to say the least.

All because of he who must not be named. They don't say his name anymore. He hasn't heard it since maybe a year and a half ago?

Until today.

He walks past a black car dropping someone off at a park and pays no attention to it until he hears someone in the window say,

"Stolas will you be alright at the park by yourself?"

He freezes. Hands trembling. He knows his voice is next. His eyes widen. His hearing dialing in.

"Hah, yes Vassago I shall be fine, thank you. Come back in about an hour". It is him.

Blitz runs, looking for somewhere to hide. He finds a wide tree and attempts to climb up but he gets dizzy and settles for hiding behind it. Staring at the man who he has tried to stop thinking about for the last two years. Prince Stolas. The owl who ruined his life.

He watches him sit down at a bench and pull out a book. Doesn't look like erotica, just some fantasy novel. He looks around. Loona said to look at the sky and listen to the birds but everything feels muted now. There's nothing but him.

He decides to play it safe. He walks past him while he's reading. Slowly. But then he doesn't notice him. He does it again. And again. Then finally he just stands in front of him.

"STOLAS!" He says loudly, startling the owl and he drops his book.

"What-" Stolas starts then Blitz continues, "Fuck I'm sorry..." He bends down to pick up the book and their hands and foreheads touch, and all of Stolas's four eyes widen. Blitz holds the book to his chest.

"Blitz! What a...surprise to see you here", he says softly, with no malice in his voice. It makes Blitz want to throw up. He's been...fine? Wasn't he the one in love with him?

"...yes", was all he could say. Stolas eyes Blitz then the book.

"Right...uh...Blitz do you want to give me back my book?" He asks then blinks as if he realizes what he just said. The same words he said the one night. The full moon.

Blitz swallows and squeezes it tighter, shaking his head no. Stolas reaches out to him, "Blitz are you alri-" Blitz runs with the book. Stolas runs after him,

"Blitz what is this?! That's not the grimoire?" He yells but he continues to run. Stolas breathes heavily as he chases after him, quickly catching up and pinning the imp against a building. His sunhat and polo tossled now.

"Blitz what the fuck?!" He asks desperately. Blitz cries, letting go of the book, letting it drop to the floor. Stolas widens his eyes again and pulls Blitz in an embrace.

"You're...clearly going through something".

"AND YOU ARENT?" he yells, making Stolas step back, "What?"

"I waited for you to call. To answer me. ANYTHING!" I tried to visit you again and again and you-you weren't there. They had to house arrest me because I wouldn't stop trespassing on your palace. No doubt your doing I guess", he says, spiteful and Stolas puts a hand to his chest.

"What?" Stolas replies, "Blitz I was going through divorce proceedings and I lost everything. Everything. Via, my palace, my title, my phone, hell even that obnoxious bag of toys you got me! The only way I was able to live the last two years was because a friend took me in".

"You could have called!" He cries, holding onto Stolas.

"Shhh" Stolas rubs the back of his horns and he feels comfort for the first time in two years.

"With what knowledge my dear? I didn't know where you lived, I didn't have my phone, and you-you were my only friend", he looks down and Blitz's mouth hangs open. He's really been sabotaging himself for the last two years over a misunderstanding AGAIN.

He cries in Stolas's arms a little longer when Stolas's phone pings.

"Shoot, that's my ride", he says, frowning, picking up his book.

Blitz clenches onto his shirt, taking his phone and putting in his contact.

"You better not fucking lose it this time", he squeaks and Stolas smiles, kisses his forehead and turns to leave.

Blitz sits against the wall, rubbing his face, wondering if he can even feel like himself again after the last two years.

[prof-ramses]

Treasured Chapter 2

Exactly what it says on the tin, the second chapter of my Mammon x Stella fic is here for your enjoyment. Please leave a judos and/or comment if you enjoy it and spread the word however you can

[queenofmistresses]

verosika and reader having a big fight so she feels like she has to make it up to you by being sexual so you have to tell her that that’s not okay and you don’t expect that from her at all n maybe hold her whilst she cries and telling eachother how much you love eachother <3

A/n i really enjoyed writing this so thank you for the request <33333 i hope you enjoy!!

It’s our first *ever* fight as a couple. It’s weird, and unlike us. But it’s obviously something that we need to have a conversation about before we move on from it.

I’m currently sat on our bad and Verosika’s gone to the bathroom to ‘clean herself up’. It’s starting to get late but I think it’s important to actually talk about this otherwise this could happen again.

She opens the door and I’m shocked by the sight. She’s stood with a (clearly fake) smile on her face, and she’s practically naked. “Rosi what-” I start.

“I’m gonna make it up to, make you feel so good.” She crawls onto the bed and stalks up towards me. I can’t help but sigh and I see how her lips start wobbling as she tries to swallow it down.

“Rosi, what are you talking about? You don’t need to make it up to me with sex, we need to actually talk about this.” I take my cardigan off and wrap it around her, to cover her up. I can see the tears welling up in her eyes again and she looks very confused. “Rosi, baby, come here please? You don’t even look like you want to do this, and this isn’t how we should solve arguments.”

Apparently that pushes her over the edge again because she’s then collapsing on top of me and I can hear the sobs coming out of her as she clings onto me tight. I pull up further so she can rest her head in the crook of my neck and I can hold her properly, stroking her hair. “Oh baby, it’s okay, we’re okay. I never ever expect you to do anything sexual when you don’t want to. And I certainly don’t want this to be how we try and fix problems- it just won’t work.” I can feel her nod hurriedly into my neck as she squeezes onto me tighter.

“I’m so sorry,” she sniffs, lifting herself up slightly, “I don’t why I started arguing with you, you’ve just been so busy lately and I’ve missed you!” She chokes on her own sobs again and the tears keep streaming down her face.

I wipe the tears from her face gently, kissing her forehead and holding her face in front of me. “I love you so much, and I’ve missed you too! I haven’t meant to make you feel neglected and I’m sorry for that. I can work on making sure I’m not spending as much of my time working away from you. How does that sound?”

She nods, “I-It sounds good. Thank you, I love you so much.” I plant another kiss on her head before letting her rest her head on me again.

“I love you. We’re okay. You’re safe okay? You don’t have to do that anymore.” I can feel her sob harder and I keep stroking her hair and whispering reassurances to her. I reach over and bring out blankets over us and after a while the crying slows and her breathing settles as she fall asleep.

[mandareeboo]

Title: I'd kill for that bed

Summary: Loona wants to move in with her SOs. Blitz takes it about as well as you'd think.

Excerpt:

Being the Queen of Gluttony has amazing perks. All the food and booze you can want. Endless friends. Endless parties. Apparently, Hell has money, and they hand out monthly allowances to each of the Sins- as they exist and are important to their culture, but not all of them work. Loona isn't privy to how much, exactly, but considering the house she owns and the sheer amounts of drugs she buys, she's willing to place bets it's in the five digits. And the bed. Good stars, the bed. Loona isn't the fancy word type like Moxxie, but she'd absolutely hold the asshole hostage so he could write songs about the bed. It's half the damn room! It just keeps going and going and going, and it's made of shit that feels like angel feathers after a life in the pound and shitty cheap apartments. Bee says it's for VIP orgies, and Loona isn't going to shine a light on the sheets anytime soon, but she can and will live in the bed forever and ever, chasing couples out the room with bloody hands. Fuck the orgies. Her bed now. Obviously, Bee and Vortex are allowed in the bed. It's Bee's bed. And Vortex is Bee's boyfriend. They both call her their girlfriend but Loona's kind of been waiting for the other shoe to fall on that one. Bee and Vortex just click- and she's kind of the weird, awkward shirttail relation. But when they do break up she's absolutely going to fight the Sin for this bed. Loona rolls in the sheets and lets out an explosive sigh. "Yeah, bitch, get it," Bee urges. She's lounging on her side with two arms outstretched and the other two cocked on her hip. "Mm, I just love the energy you get when you're so happy. It's all floofy and blue."

For a friend! We need more of this polyship, man. It's so cute.

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[jazzmasternot]

I need him biblically