[I Have To Tag @toranoya In On This Dash Commentary, Because Their Peter Is Absolutely Amazing, Like???

[I have to tag @toranoya in on this dash commentary, because their Peter is absolutely amazing, like??? he reduced Blitz to tears in seconds in the most warm, uplifting way]

"I thought I knew what angels were like, about and shit. They're a bunch of highbrow assholes who just like to look down on people and shit. Show up in Hell, kill off your Sinner friends, fuck everything up. And then I met Peter and.... uuuuughhhh." Blitz waved both hands emphatically at the sky. "He's so fucking good and kind and it fucks me up and I want him to have good shit--like blowjobs and cuddles and shit."

@doublejango said:

Blitz just flings himself down with an arm over his forehead. "Fuck me dead, right? He's so fucking CUTE! And he's got that voice, and he's so NICE! Like??"

"How can so much ADORABLE be stuffed into one being?" she sighs and looks at Blitz with a smitten smile. "I would let him do unchaste things to me."

Hey Blitzø, have you ever fucked someone with your tail? Could you? Please?

[ This whole thing is going under a Read More xD and if you want more information, here is a link to a previous headcanon post that touches on this]

Blitz snorted and nodded, buttoning his jacket. "It's cute that you ask. Who do you think I am? Of course I fuck people with my tail." He brought it around between them and twitched the spade. "It's not completely rigid. I use it a lot, especially during prep if I don't have my claw-cover glove. But sometimes, people are like, really into tail, and I am fucking happy to oblige. Daddy can do," he grinned, "all sorts of things with it."

His tail was every bit as strong as his arms or legs, and while the end wasn't quite as soft as a tongue or as deft as fingers, it was pretty damn close. The appendage was part of Blitz's body, not a tool, and while not all imps had tails as strong or as flexible as his, as dexterous, he was proud of his.

"There's these spines near the end, so that's as far in as it can go, but I mean, that's like the equivalent of fisting up to almost my elbow right? In length. So it's usually more than enough. And there are other ways, other things to do with it, other than just," he clicked his tongue, "sticking it in."

"But hey, if you want a demonstration... buy me dinner in the lounge at Lacerate." Blitz winked. "We'll see where the fuckin' night takes us, huh?"

I got to see my cousin today!!! She scared the crap out of all of us with sepsis recently, but pulled through. She lives in Tampa, so I've been trying not to over-worry the last few days about Hurricane Milton, like I know she just survived one terrifying thing I hope to fuck she doesn't get hit by the hurricane, but!!! She just!! Showed up! At my house! I literally screamed and cried, which I almost never do when seeing people, I was so surprised and happy, I could not let go of hugging her.

Holy crap, sometimes a day brings the best surprises of all time!

A storm of kisses falls upon Blitzø, soft and feather-light at first. Slowly, with each one, they become more insistent, lingering, and warm against the imp's skin. Stolas presses closer with a soft hum, nuzzling against his favored fiend briefly before interrupting him completely and capturing him in a desperate kiss.

At first, Blitz had just snorted and batted at Stolas, with all of those little kisses. But as they got in the way of anything else, he tossed his phone aside and turned his face towards his bird, just letting him do it. Blitz closed his eyes and started purring, letting himself enjoy this...

Until the flavor of the kisses seemed to change. The way Stolas held him, the way he kissed, the depth of the kiss, the need--there was no way Blitz's body and spirit weren't going to respond to that. For a stunned moment, he just let Stolas do it, let Stolas kiss him like there was no tomorrow. But then, abruptly, a switch flipped in Blitz and he rolled them both, pinning Stolas under him on the bed. Straddling him, knees pressed in snugly against Stolas's sides, he grabbed his arms and pinned them, then started kissing him all over again. Desperate, because maybe Stolas was right. Tomorrow wasn't fucking promised. At least, not for an imp. So he kissed him tonight, with every ounce of passion he possessed, kissing and kissing and kissing him, holding him down--trying to show Stolas that he was wanted. That Stolas never had to beg to hold him, or plead for attention, ever again. Blitz wanted him and was finally, finally, here to fucking try and show him that.

"Stolas," he whispered finally, his lips near Stolas's ear, but not against it; he always worried about how delicate Stolas's hearing might be. "Listen to me. Right now. You need to know this.

"You're fucking sexy. "You're beautiful. "You're funny. "You're ridiculous. "You're just like, really fucking tall, and sometimes kind of a dweeb. And you're perfect. Okay? You," he lifted his head up enough to take Stolas by the chin and meet his eyes, "you are perfect. And anyone who thinks otherwise is a fucking idiot asshole pussy. "And one more thing. While we're talking about what the fuck you are. You?" He caressed his chin with a claw, his soft and sweet expression suddenly turning to mischief, "are mine, birdie."

"Ain't asking for much, are you?" Blitz asked with a dry laugh, closing his eyes and pressing a hand against his forehead. "Fuck. Something that scares the Goetia?" Even asking it felt wrong somehow, like he was somehow betraying Stolas--but Stolas wouldn't want this. Stolas wouldn't want powerful Goetia to go against relatively helpless Goetia, would he? He was better than that. Stolas was kinder than that, more compassionate--

And then there was Vepar, Blitz realized. He stood up straight, adjusting his hold on the phone. "Actually, I know someone who can help... and I think I got somethin' that might do you some fucking good. It's this," he dropped his voice, glancing around to be sure there wasn't anybody listening, but the street Blitz was on was very, very quiet in comparison to what it sounded like was happening in the background of Striker's call, "this amulet. It protects the wearer against any kind of demonic attack. I just figured out that a demon can put it on--but here's the fucking catch. While it'll protect you, and you can put it on? Once it's on, you can't take it off. someone else has to.

"I know a Goetia, one who's--well, no, he is a complete psycho, but he's still in good with the rest of them, and he doesn't have a problem with us. Let me talk to him, see if he can take it to you. Whatever shit is going on, he should be able to get through it, through any wards or whatever, to find you.

"As long as you're goddamn alive to be found." His hand tightened around the phone again, making it creak. "So tell me, Striker, that you'll be alive. I don't want to lose another friend. Not today. Not when I just got you back."

Striker’s voice was cold and bitter.

“Lucifer? Lovin’ us? Blitz, I highly doubt that. The way he’s been runnin’ things, treatin’ the Hellborn like we’re nothin’ more than dirt, don’t exactly scream love to me. But I’ll tell ya this—things would be better if Princess Charlotte took his place. She’s got more sense and heart than he’s ever shown.”

He paused, his voice thickening with the weight of old scars.

“This ain’t the first time a Goetia took away someone I loved. I was married once, had a kid. My boy, Jackson, was only seven. A Goetia bastard wanted our land to build some fancy country house, and I wouldn’t give it to him. So he set fire to our home. Made sure I was there to watch them burn… my wife, my son. Gone, all ‘cause I stood in his way.”

There was a heavy silence before Striker’s tone sharpened again.

“If you really wanna help, Blitz, I need leverage. Find somethin’ those bastards care about, somethin’ so important they’d do anythin’ to get it back. Or someone they’re scared of. Paimon, Lucifer—don’t matter which. Somethin’ to turn this whole damn game upside down.”

At the mention of cigars, Vox had quite noticeably brightened, his smile turning from something practiced into something relieved. That was the kind of bribe he was used to, that was safe territory. He had been just about to accept, as he settled in next to her, when he noticed the way she was looking at him...

And he looked over his shoulder.

No one there. At least, no one that seemed to be involved.

Confused, he looked back at Visage--

Still looking at him.

Like that.

Vox loosened his bowtie ever so slightly, cleared his throat, and sat up a bit straighter. He could do this. Sure, she got his name right, but she probably didn't understand which of the Vees was which. Valentino always came home with stories of how people threw themselves at him, and so far, this lined up perfectly with one of those.

"You know, I would love to take you up on a cigar, but the smoke might ruin the flavor of the wine," he said, trying to sound casual, trying to look casual despite sitting a little too stiffly, having realized he was a little too close. "So! Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, and what we're doing here tonight? I can see that you have a highly successful operation, and your staff are clearly more satisfied than average. I'm intrigued.

"What are you doing differently--

"And what do you want from me?"

Business. This was strictly business. He wasn't going to let himself notice how her clothing seemed to barely be hanging on for dear life, because if he noticed that, he might wonder what her neck would smell like were he to lean in to place kisses along her collarbone, and that was not an appropriate response for a business meeting. He wasn't Valentino. Fuck, she--she knew he wasn't Valentino, didn't she?

"I'm surprised you didn't go to Valentino, actually. A place as--sensual as this. It would be right up his alley."

The lupine woman was all smiles as the other Overlord approached, all too eager to accept the rarefied gift. "My-my, a man of taste and culture! Ooo la la. You're too kind, Vox. Truly. Everything's going swimmingly, as you can see. Plenty of happy patrons every which way y'look." The mention by name would leave no further room for doubt--the invitation was for him and him alone. Visage motioned to the empty space beside her within the circular booth that was richly upholstered in expensive-looking deep amethyst leather. "Please, make yourself good and comfy! I can get some glasses brought for the wine and maybe some other ... 'accoutrements' to make your stay more enjoyable. You smoke? I've got a lovely lil' stash of freshly-rolled cigars imported from Greed." The she-wolf made a fine show of lounging comfortably in her seat, a sultry heat in her gaze beckoning for more than just his company beside her. Was it a foregone conclusion to assume that anyone so deeply associated with someone like Valentino, of all people, would favor a bolder approach...? As pretty and charming as she was sure the moth could be, when it suited him ... Visage was inclined to believe that whatever he could do, she could offer the Television Demon tenfold.