Bryce Tankthrust: What The Fuck? Who Are You People? Why Are You Staring At Me? Are You Checking Me Out?

Bryce Tankthrust: What the fuck? Who are you people? Why are you staring at me? Are you checking me out? Where the fuck am I? Blitz: -grins- Hi, I'm Blitz. The O is silent, and frankly, I don't think you're ever going to earn it. Bryce: Ewww -checks calendar- Fuck, it's June! I meant, aww! Blitz: -grins more- Moxxie: -slightly manic smile- Angel: -finger waves from where he's draped seductively over a parked car- Charlie: -waves excitedly!- Vaggie: babe, no Bryce: oh my god, is this Hell? Nooooo, no, no no. See, no. No. There's no way, there is no fucking way I'm in Hell. I have paid off WAY too many charity thugs to end up here with the plebs! Lucifer: -strolls up, twirling his cane- Well, you finally got one thing right. Welcome, Ms. Tankthrust. We are thrilled to have you here... where it is always, ALWAYS Pride.

Sexy Ask: If Blitz could have one night with Millie and could do anything he wanted to her and not be faulted for it, what would he want to do?

Blitz would want to adore her. If everything was on the table and they were going to be okay, and they had Moxxie's approval (if M&M are together in that verse; Blitz doesn't want to damage their relationship, he really, really doesn't, no matter how ridiculous he is about them), he would want to worship that woman.

(Putting the rest of this one under a cut because it got a little more explicit).

Blitz has a lot of complicated feelings about both Millie and Moxxie, but almost all of them boil down to affection and admiration. If she was down to let him do anything, I think it would be the most vanilla adoration ever. Like starting with a lot of nuzzling and petting, and so. much. praise. He would just be like, slowly giving her a full-body massage while also just telling her so many things he admires about her. Praise her strength, her courage, her loyalty, her ferocity, her tenacity. Millie is an incredible woman, and Blitz... might actually feel like he doesn't deserve to touch her at all, but since she wants him to that night? He will.

After all of the massage and the praise, Blitz would gladly spend the entire night with his head between her legs, showing her that actually, there is one thing he is waaaaaaay better at than killing. He loves giving head, he's extremely good at giving head, and he especially loves giving head to women. He's also very good at using the spade of his tail in playtime, and wouldn't hesitate to do so.

Blitz would want to leave Millie happily shivering, like just, worship her until her muscles all turn to Jello, then snuggle her, pet her hair, and just purr. Because holding someone as incredible as Millie, being allowed to show them through sex how highly you think of them? Purring is the only option for once it's all over.

I don't think Blitz would even want to get off or be touched tbh, which isn't usual for him. He loves orgasms and loves receiving attention too, most of the time, but if it was just one night together and he knew she wasn't going to be pissed at him for anything that happened? Yep, he would genuinely want to spend the entire time focusing on her.

This was definitely the least dignified way to travel, slung over a human's shoulder like this, but at least it was fast. Blitz grunted indignantly as he was jolted around, but he didn't complain. The guy was going in the right direction and that was what mattered.

"Little dude!" the human yelled when he saw Moxxie. And, without giving the smaller demon any chance to react, he tossed him over his shoulder right next to Blitz and continued running on down the trail.

"Heya, Mox. See you decided to take the Himbo Express." Blitz grinned, relieved to see him--even if the scene behind them was turning pretty horrific pretty fucking quickly. They had barely gotten everyone out in time. The fire roared through the camp, taking anything that would burn, sending flames crackling up against the sky. Had they not intervened, so many of these humans might not have made it out unharmed--or at all. The thought was a sobering one. It wasn't that Blitz cared about humans, not really, but when people died in fires...

Saving them didn't fix anything. Nothing did. But saving them made it possible to fucking keep his head on straight and not devolve into self-loathing right now.

Within minutes, the human splashed into the lake. He waded out waist deep, still holding them.

By now, all of the humans were quiet. Very quiet.

Blitz crawled up to sit on the guy's other shoulder so he and Moxxie didn't have to keep being potato sacks. Eyes wide, he looked at the gleaming forest all around--in all directions, all around the lake, the trees were torches. Sparks danced through the air. Ashes drifted like feathers. The hot wind blew embers across the lake, and people whimpered when they touched them. The embers did nothing to the two imps, of course, but still, Blitz just stared.

"We... we did it. We actually just... saved their asses?" He looked over at Moxxie, expression hopeful. And although Blitz didn't say it aloud, the words seemed to be there all the same: we aren't the bad guys this time. For once, we're the heroes.

"You uh..." He glanced down to see if their human perch was paying any attention to them whatsoever, but the guy's attention was totally focused on the fire. So, blitz looked at Moxxie again. "You okay? Looks like you did a damn good job, Mox."

Moxxie stared at Blitzo intently when given those directions and absorbed it all. Because he knew his boss was right. If he had learned anything in the past few years working at IMP it was that courtesy and timidity got him nowhere when it came time to do the job. Unfortunately, people mistook Moxxie’s quiet graciousness as a weakness. It was often to their detriment in the end, like Striker who underestimated Moxxie. But now he needed to focus on seeming confident outwardly so he could get a bunch of strangers to do what he wanted. 

Blitzo’s final declaration is what caught him off guard. He had always figured as much with the way Blitzo tried to weasel his way into he and Millie’s dates, almost like trying to make himself part of their love life but hearing it was different. There was no time to analyze though. All he could do was smile reassuringly at the moment and salute to Blitzo, sure his friend knew it went both ways.

When humans started filing down the slope in a fast line like ants, Moxxie took a deep breath and had his own gun ready just in case.

“Is that the guy–?” one of the humans asked.

So Blitzo had mentioned him.

“Looks like a kid. He’s so little.”

“That’s a possum,” one of them exclaimed.

At that, Moxxie found no issue acting determined and angry because he really was! Were all these humans fucking blind!

“Into the water!” he exclaimed. “Safety precaution!”

“Wait, what if–”

“No ‘ifs’! Water!” He pulled his gun out. “You see any firemen here? This is the best you’ve got! Water!”

The first few practically flung themselves into the lake and the others went fumbling after. It was amazing how easily it happened once Moxxie stopped asking please. He watched, “Children and mothers first, go on, go on!” he ushered them in, standing on the tallest root of a tree that was spared the fire for now. Good thing imps were fireproof. 

Where was Blitzo, though? Was he okay? If anyone hurt him Moxxie would use the gun he had.

Some Sinday-themed heacanons for Blitz, under the cut:

-Blitz doesn't have any body hair. It's not that he removes it, he just doesn't grow it. He has eyelashes and that's it. Sometimes he envies people with hair, but he also enjoys being smooth, and he knows that it's normal for imps to have really different body types. (He's also got genuinely thick skin that's fairly abrasion-resistant, but that's not necessarily Sinday-y, other than that it's tough to leave marks on him).

-He also does not have nipples, at all. He's got a liiiiittle belly-button you can barely find, but despite being mammal-adjacent (and very hot blooded), he doesn't have nipples. When he talks about being strapped nipple-first to a car battery, he's just saying it that way because the vast majority of mammalian people, including demons, have them and will understand what he means. He just doesn't happen to be one of the people who has them.

-Blitz is not gay; he is Pan. Gender doesn't matter all that much to him when it comes to attraction and sex. What matters to him is that they are fully capable of consent, and how they want him to treat them. He gives a shit about respecting gender identities, including in bed; if someone has a clitoris, for example, and they want him to call it their cock? He will, no hesitation. As far as he's concerned, they have a cock. Period.

-Blitz has custom sexytime gloves. His hands are so muscular and his claws so sharp that he will always use claw-covers in bed, but after having had a finger-only claw-cover slip off once and he hurt a partner? He has fully switched to using silicone gloves with reinforced claw-covers, they just are hard to find in his size so he gets them custom-made. Blitz really likes to use his hands in bed, so if he knows there's a good chance he's going to get with someone, he will always bring his glove.

-Blitz uses his tail a lot during sex, so he will scrub the heck out of it when he showers beforehand, to make sure it's as clean as the rest of him. His spade is firm, but he has excellent control over it; his tail itself is fully as strong as any of his other limbs, and he will use that for fun and games in bed.

-That being said about his tail... his tail is not an erogenous zone, nor are his horns. He is happy to let a partner grab his horns if he trusts them and it'll make them happy, but having his horns stroked or grabbed does nothing for him, same with his tail, even at the base. He deeply dislikes people grabbing his tail and yanking on it; don't do anything to his tail at all, unless he specifically offers to let you, and he will be way more likely to come back for seconds with you.

-But what is an erogenous area for him is the spines on his back. The spines between his shoulders attach in the muscle, they're not attached to bone like his horns are, and he very much enjoys being massaged around them. It's an incredibly intimate experience for Blitz; those spines are a pretty good indicator of how he is feeling about things, and can swell around the base when he is aroused (or ready to fight), and the muscle around them will thicken up and radiate more heat as well. There are a lot of nerves around the base of these spines, so if you want to undo him with foreplay? Specifically play with the spines between his shoulders. (If you mess with the little spines on his head, you can probably put him to sleep purring). The shoulder spines also good for after-sex-affection if he's letting you take care of him, although he'll more likely be trying to take care of you. Massaging very gently around them afterwards, with no expectation of sex to follow, will make him purr.

Blitz would probably never admit that he would have been crushed if Angel said no, but when the performer said yes? The imp's golden eyes seemed to brighten and he stood up a little straighter, obviously delighted. Even his tail seemed to be a little more perked up now, in a higher arc above him, and his smile was genuine. Blitz was hardly the kind of polished company he figured Angel usually ran with, but goddamn it, he was going to make the most of the chance to meet this guy. Getting to know someone who had so many different skills, whose charisma kept anyone around him on their toes? This was a day Blitz was never going to forget.

It would all end in flames, of course. Anything good was bound to crash and burn. But hey, fuck it. Life was all about crashing and burning, so might as well enjoy a couple barrel rolls along the way, right? Or so he told himself, before getting confused by his own metaphor.

"Neither have I. My daughter told me 'fuck no' when I invited her, and my employees kiiiiiind of looked at me like maybe I've lost my fucking mind," Blitz admitted, although he sounded ridiculously entertained by it, "so thank you for being the one person who is down to go check out some fuckin' fish with me." He offered Angel his arm, practically bubbling, he was so damn excited about this.

-

When they stepped out into the street and some asshole Sinner immediately leered out a car window and shouted something crude at Angel Dust, Blitz didn't even hesitate; a pistol was in his hand before the fucker had even finished shouting, aimed at his face.

"Keep driving, bitch!" Blitz shouted back.

Wisely, the Sinner immediately put the pedal to the medal.

With a satisfied little snort, Blitz put the gun back inside his jacket, continuing on like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just revealed to Angel that maybe the pretty spider had just agreed to hang out with a nutjob.

"So when you're not hanging out with imps," he said, as they made their way to the new aquarium--there were signs all over the block now, advertising 'real Earth fish!' which absolutely had to be a lie, but was such a good lie that Blitz was hooked--along with a sizable crowd of other curious people, "what do you do? Like, for fun? Do you have any favorite shows, or hobbies, or anything? I know, awkward fuckin' small talk, right? But like." He hopped over a puddle of blood, not in the mood to have to clean his boots when he got home. "I'd kinda like to be friends? And this is how we start that shit, right?"

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There were a million things going through Angel's head as the other talked, ranging from somewhat cocky, to immensely depressed. He was flattered that the other thought he was a good actor, especially considering how terrible Travis' scripts were. He learned to work with them, but oof, some of them could be hard. But at the mention of the content of the plots, Angel pursed his lips together, staring off for a moment. Almost lost in thought. Things had gotten dark lately. And though Val hardly ever wrote the scripts, he wondered if it was a reflection of their relationship.

Being able to hurt Angel while it being part of his contract, like some sadistic fuck.

He snapped out of it, a soft smile on his face, leaning onto his elbows with a cheeky grin. "Yeah, well, that just shows that yeh' have seen mah' work." He purred out, no shame in pointing it out. It wasn't like that was a shock, most every sinner had seen him on screen before. Half the televisions were flooded with pornography, and with his looks, his channels often got the most ratings. "If it makes yeh' feel betta', ah' agree with yeh'. The plots suck and the scripts are tacky as fuck." He laughed, shrugging. "Ah' preferred when there were actual stories. Oh! Like the one where ah' got to be a pop star. That was fun." Plus, it had given Angel a chance to sing.

Speaking of. "Ah' will say mah' new music video is hot though. Yeh' should check it out." He teased, before staring at the hand extended to him, placing his in it and giving it a squeeze. "Pleasure. Yeh' already know mah' name, so. Bet yeh've moaned it a few times, too." A wiggle of eyebrows, before he was blinking. Being hit on was one thing, but this was different. Almost to the point he didn't know if it was a joke, or how he was meant to respond.

"A....vampire squid?" He blinked, not sure what that meant. Hell was full of random demons. The man he confided in the most was a fucking cat with wings, for crying out loud. Still, he sipped at the coffee he had purchased - fucking coffee shop AU - using the time to think for a moment, before giving a nod. "Yeah, sure. Ah've never been tah' the aquarium." Most of the places he was taken were obvious - clubs and bars. A change of pace might be nice.

Sexy Ask: So Blitz, you managed to get the attention of the sin of lust. How do plan on rocking his night so to speak with his request of wanting to be dominated?

"Do you mean before or after I pretend not to have an existential crisis because holy fuck what the fuck am I doing? After? Sweet, let's go with after!"

Blitz tugs his jacket straight and puts on a bright grin, because everything he is fine, he absolutely is not in over his head with that big damn chicken, who is absolutely not going to make Blitz fall for him because that's what Asmodeus does, all sweet and passionate and sincere as he is. Even if he's being harsh about putting someone in their place at the club, he's intensely charismatic and Blitz is absolutely not immune to that.

"So, once we're actually alone and I figure out that oh, shit, yeah no he's serious about this, and is seriously okay with letting me do this, I'll... probably be a disappointment, but fuck it, I'mma try to be the best disappointment he's ever had. Ozzie seems like he's probably going to be pretty chill with, uh. I mean, most things, considering who he is. But I'll probably ask what domination means for him. Does he want to be an active participant in decision-making once our playtime starts? Like, fuck, you know, does he want me to check in often, ask this or that? Because not all subs do. Some just want to surrender, to offer their bodies and their trust into someone's hands, to let someone else just... do what they want with them for a while, so they don't have to think, so they can just kind of... float and feel and experience.

"So uh..." Blitz is looking less cocky now, more thoughtful, actually considering how a conversation like that might go. "Yeah. That's how we'll start. Figure out what domination means to him, how much he wants to be able to mentally check out, how uh... present, he wants to be. If we're diving directly into shit like that, that takes a lot of trust, we're fuckin' talking about it first, you know? See where his hard limits are--shit, even his soft limits, I don't want to cross one just because, in the moment, he's horny and thinks it sounds great. It's too fuckin' easy to get a sub to agree to something they maaaaaybe don't really want to do, once the scene has already started, and I'm not about that life, I don't wanna do that to anyone."

He holds up his fingers for each point: "So, discuss domination. Discuss limits. Then work within those limits to fuckin' melt his feathered ass. I wanna see if chickens can purr. And I mean, obviously, I want to get deep inside of him. Asmodeus is gorgeous, can you even imagine how good it must feel to share your fuckin' body with him?"