It Is Escalating To Actually Animating Something My Brainrot Is Officially Serious

it is escalating to actually animating something my brainrot is officially serious

Edit: no oh no guys it's getting very serious now

Helluva Boss as textposts part 21/?

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How could Stolas be so enticing and soft at the same time? His voice was like the most wonderful velvet, something that never caught and never snagged, that one could rub their face against at the end of a long day. But every little movement, even the way he held himself when he pulled the covers back... Blitz had flinched a little at that groan Stolas had made--did it have to be such a fucking sensual sound?--only to immediately realize Stolas had called him Blitz, not Blitzy, but now he just stared. For a long moment, all he could do was stand and look.

Stolas was gorgeous.

Blitz knew that. On multiple levels, he knew it. But it hit him then, as if for the first time, that this gorgeous body was his, in a way. His because Stolas chose to share it with him. Wanted him. Because Stolas actually liked being touched by him--

Or maybe just by anyone, and Blitz was convenient, he reminded himself. A servant who couldn't say No. But even as he thought it, it didn't feel entirely right. Sometimes, Stolas left him feeling like a used condom--always distasteful and trashy no matter how good the sex had been. But at moment like this? When it was their voices in the dark, the glow of red eyes he loved to see, when there was no need to be here...?

Everything felt dangerous.

"Thanks," he said, more than a little awkward. Blitz shucked out of his clothing entirely, stripping every last stitch off, without any of the grace Stolas would've displayed. This wasn't a seduction, this was... This was...

Fuck.

Fuck, what did you call it when you wanted to cuddle your Situationship Partner in the middle of the night?

Blitz crawled under the covers and immediately snugged himself up against Stolas, chest to chest. As soon as his lover--

As soon as Stolas had settled the blankets again, he got himself settled against Stolas, dangerously comfortable. This felt good. Too good. Scary-good. Heart hammering, suddenly feeling like maybe breathing wasn't going to stay an option all that much longer, Blitz closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Stolas's shoulder, wrapped an arm around him, and held him tightly.

I missed you. I always miss you.

"Thanks," he just said again, awkward.

His tail snaked around Stolas's upper thigh.

I need you. I always need you, Stolas. I miss you. And I need you. And I want you. But I'm just a toy to you. Right? Your pretty red fleshlight. The thought ached too much to deal with. Blitz pressed his face in a little harder against that wonderfully soft shoulder, reveling in the feathers, in the strength underneath.

"You um... you... sleeping okay?"

CRIMSON EYES OPENED, glowing embers in the darkness that lingered about, ebbing and flowing listlessly about the desolate palace of the goetia. the illusion of stars floated wistfully above the gossamer canopy of his bed, as the dark prince lay in wait in his crepuscular solitude. the palace's warding glyphs hadn't gone off, carefully attuned to ignore the escapades of this particular intruder - one who was awarded the privilege of surprise visits in the cover of nighttide (a much rarer occurrence than his dark heart desired!) - but he'd felt his unmistakable presence all the same.

the caged bird in his breast flitted and fluttered against its wrought iron bars.

he could practically taste the frantic hesitation, and the faint longing that laced the eerie echo of those footsteps in the nightmarish labyrinth of hallways. it was truly delicious how they pulsed in unison with the hungry beast rattling within him.

when his darling imp finally gathered enough resolution to breach the sanctuary of his regal room, stolas did not move a muscle until he felt the other's warm breath on his feathers, scorching the skin beneath. a shuddering sigh left him, his whole body was feverish for just a touch of those claws, a casual caress of his tail - it felt like his entire being was a mass of yearning, and the very same hellborn creature that set it alight with a mere spark was finally right there within reach of his clutches, like a supplicant at his bedside. (the fickle cat had finally shown some attachment!)

the moan he let out almost betrayed the fervent abandon that threatened to spill, unbridled delight filling him when blitzø uttered his name, and voiced his unlikely request with a tremulous need in his tone.

"oh, blitz ..."

he cooed with a quiet chirr in the back of his throat, finally turning to lay sideways and prop his head up on his arm to take in the sight of his lover's prized yellow eyes, fiery topazes in the dimmest light of a waning moon.

(did he burn for him the way the demon prince smouldered for him? did he, too, feel the aching starvation in their arrangement? oh, if only he could split open and take even the tiniest of peeks inside that volatile mind of his! )

when silken sheets were raised in a wordless invite in response to blitzø's shy ramble, a devastatingly sensual figure lay languidly beneath, stark naked; coal-grey plumage reflected the shimmery glow of the starlit ceiling, the remaining fabric draped artfully across the curves of his lithe silhouette and tail feathers sprawled along his crossed thighs. it was all so damnably warm beneath that silky cocoon, so was the enticing promise of the prince's tight embrace, revealed through half-lidded ruby eyes - of which he sought to make the feisty imp a willing prisoner.

"--you're always welcome here, my darling."

Just saw this text post and thought of Blitz immediately 💀💀

Also, the whole time I’ve been just imagining Moxx watching this play out right in front of him like: 🧍

Fizzarolli is literally the most beautiful imp ever of all time, before and after being burned. He's perfect and I love him.

"Oh, here," Blitz said, handing over his phone without a second thought, "check mine out for a minute. I stole a Sin card and now it's hooked up to the Earth networks. Here, actually..." He came around to sit on Angel's side of the booth and, scooting up close to him without a care in the world for personal boundaries, showed him how to open up TikTok.

"I got onto the good side of TikTok, where it's basically all gay shit and people dancing. And a lot of cosplayers. Earth's still regressive as fuck but like, compared to how it used to be, apparently? It's a lot better. Check this shit out." He scrolled to a Pride montage, smiling a little sadly--maybe a little bitterly--at how beautiful it was. "Check that out, huh? They parade down the fucking streets. Whether or not they're scared, they get out there and do it, marching for all the ones who can't, to show there are still gay people out there who will throw the fuck down for anyone who needs it..." Blitz sighed, frowning, and leaned lightly against the pretty spider. By comparison to Earth, Hell was pretty progressive, pretty fucking safe...

But there was something nice about all of those rainbows.

They were beautiful.

The rainbows, the defiance. The joy in the eyes of the people walking proud and free down a street, beautiful in all their glorious imperfection, stronger than anyone's hatred or disdain could ever break down.

"This guy..." He scrolled to another video when that first one ended, even though Angel was still the one holding the phone. Blitz was quiet, letting the guy on the screen talk--a handsome young human confessing that he'd been attacked once, and had had to go on with a show, that no one would ever know when it happened because he covered the bruises up so well. "There are so fucking many like him. They're just... they're brave as shit. And they're so fucking beautiful. And I wish... I wish..."

He looked down at the Asmodean crystal embedded in his hand--theoretically on his glove, but even when he took his glove off, the crystal remained.

Blitz closed his eyes. "I wish we could go to Pride. And maybe we could. If you... I mean, not that just.. fucking off on a trip with someone you just met is a good idea, I just... it looks so fucking beautiful. And rainbows don't shine the same under our shitty red sky."

Angel's eyes moved to the extended hand, before smiling warmly and taking it in his own, giving it a squeeze as he shook it. Not one of those ridiculously manly squeezes in an attempt to assert dominance, no. Still dainty, but more of a 'no one has been this polite to me in some time' sort of deal. Most people didn't go for a handshake with Angel. Their hands always ended up elsewhere.

"Blitz." He repeated, tasting it on his tongue, giving a nod. "Ah' like it." He took a sip of his drink as he listened to the imp ramble on, almost choking on it as he heard Blitz talk about - what the fuck was that? Something something all he had caught was lesbian horses, and if Angel Dust had a proper nose it would certainly be wrinkling right now. Porn was weird. He should know.

"Nah, ain't with no one tonight. Don't get out on mah' own much, and figured ah' deserved it. Yeh' know, a night tah' just....do what ah' wanna do. And who ah' wanna do." He nearly purred out the word, though at the mention of everything on Earth, Angel found himself entirely curious. "Sounds fascinatin'." He nodded, swirling the martini cup and looking into it, before raising an eyebrow at the smaller male.

"So, gay shit on Earth? Sounds like they ain't as homophobic as they used tah' be when ah' was breathin'." This made him smile, though he also felt a bittersweet resentment. He wished he could have seen it. Maybe he wouldn't have overdosed if he had known there was hope on the horizon. A chance to be himself without holding back. "Velvette catches meh' up a lot, but that bitch is so buried in her phone it ain't easy tah' learn much from 'er."