"Happy Father's Day, Daddy~" He Smirked, Leaning Over And Kissing The Older On The Cheek. "Ah'll Be A

"Happy Father's Day, daddy~" He smirked, leaning over and kissing the older on the cheek. "Ah'll be a good boy f' yeh' today and do whateva' yeh' wanna do tah' celebrate the holiday. Sounds like a good gift?"

Before the beauty had even finished talking, Blitz had gently but firmly pulled him into his lap. Golden eyes gleaming, he held Angel cradled against himself, loving this leggy, fluffy, soft, beautiful menace, who now had his full attention.

When Angel finished, Blitz grinned. He looked down at him, still holding him close, tail starting to swish. "You're always a good boy for me, baby," he said, and kissed Angel on the jaw--before biting him on the neck and just holding on for a moment, blissfully happy. Blitz wasn't drawing blood, not even close, but biting was absolutely one of his love-and-sin languages, and holding on as he bit? For the menace of an imp, it was bliss. He wrapped his tail around Angel, too; tail, arms, teeth, all held the beauty close, safe, and Blitz started purring.

A moment later, when he remembered Angel might want to hear actual words back, he let go and raised his head, resting a hand on Angel's chest.

"Sounds like the best damn gift. If you're gonna be my good boy," he caressed his abdomen, always a little in awe of just how strong Angel's slender body was under all of that fur, "get up and go lock the door. We're not getting interrupted this time. Then come over here and," Blitz leaned down, kissing him on the lips, possessive and gentle at the same time, "show Daddy how good you can be, on your knees."

Angel Dust deserved to be spoiled rotten, and if this was how he wanted to play? Blitz was more than up for the task. However tonight's playtime started, he knew exactly how he wanted to finish it, and how good he was going to try and make sure his baby felt.

There are a lot of things that Blitz finds attractive about Stolas, but the thing he likes the most is Stolas's voice. When he lets his guard down, or when a day has been too long, and he hears that voice? It's so soothing, nothing compares for him. If Stolas ever sings to him? Blitz will break. Absolutely break.

{ Kaizaan } - “Eight bucks for iced-coffe? That’s such a ripoff. It’s just fucking robbery.”

Blitz snorted and nodded in agreement, glancing over at her. "You're telling me. And thanks to these fucks, actual robbery's barely enough to get people by these days, since everyone's spending their money on..." He shut up long enough to take a long drink from his cup, frowned, and drank again. "Damn it. This is really fucking good though." Blitz had purchased an iced Fizzie-Dream, because he wanted the cup with a picture of his friend on it. He held it up by his face and took a quick selfie to send to Fizz later, then focused and tried to act cool again when he looked back at the thief.

"At least it's tasty. Cotton candy, caffeine, white chocolate, almond milk, and edible glitter, and fuck me, it's good. So. It's Kaizer right? Something like that?" He nodded for her to join him; there was a little booth open near a window. Blitz settled down comfortably, watching her with interest. "I've heard sketchy shit about you--which probably means you're awesome. So. What's up? How's it uh, hanging, and all that?" Fuck, he'd made it weird.

Sexy Asks: Moxxie may or may not like to know what Blitz would like to do with him one night in the bedroom. If he had the opportunity and Moxxie felt into it.

[Holy crap I am so sorry, I am dumb didn't realize there were more things in my inbox!!! I wasn't trying to ignore you, I'm sorry!]

Blitz would probably be hesitant about getting involved with Moxxie, mostly because he doesn't think it could be just one night--at least not for him. He cares deeply for that little imp and is pretty sure, even if he doesn't want to admit it, that sleeping with Moxxie would lead to a lot of confusing feelings. Blitz is sure Moxxie wouldn't feel the same, tbh, which is the only reason that they might work, but he knows he would be a mess about it happening.

But all of that being said...

I think Blitz would want to be sweet with him, especially at first, while they both figure out what the hell they want from each other. He gives Moxxie a hard time way too often, he would want to make up for that by doing whatever it takes to make sure Moxxie feels wanted, to help him feel that it's not just his body Blitz likes, but the person inside it, too.

Blitz would love to play silly sex games with him. Truth or dare type things, dice, a spinner, something like that--something where it feels like they're not just here for sex, but here to enjoy each other's company, play some games, and have a good time. And while Blitz is usually very much a top, I think Moxxie is someone he wouldn't even hesitate to be a switch with; he trusts Moxxie's ethics completely, and knows Moxxie wouldn't physically hurt him, even given opportunity. Which... trusting him is fucking terrifying, to be honest, because Blitz doesn't always (ever?) handle having actual feelings for a partner very well. But, again, he trusts Moxxie. He knows Moxxie doesn't think much of him (or Blitz believes that, anyway), and I think that helps, in a messed up way, because it lets Blitz stop worrying about whether or not he'll disappoint Mox. He's already a disappointment, so there's really not much farther to fall, and Blitz can just focus on trying to have a good time with him. Play some games, take things as they come, hopefully laugh together at some point, all of that silly stuff.

For one specific sex act he would like to do with him? Prep. Long, slow, very teasing prep. It's pretty clear by now that Moxxie likes penetration, so Blitz would thoroughly enjoy taking his time with that and making the prep into almost the main course.

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

continued from here, from @poisonedspider -- I had to do the thing. Crimson is legitimately awful, but I hope Angel enjoys making his head explode. I can't see this going anywhere good, but xD hopefully it'll be entertaining.

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Chaz smirked when he saw the numbers go up and up and up on his video. He'd known this was a good idea! Who wouldn't want to watch HellTok videos about crime? It was good for the business, really! Just because Crimson didn't understand didn't mean it was a bad idea. The guy was practically a dinosaur, his understanding of tech was so shitty. Besides, showing his softer side had clearly helped entertain the masses--or, well, talking about Angel Dust had, at least. People liked the porn star, and so video related to him tended to do well. Seeing all of the likes and the comments was amazing...

Until Angel Dust himself commented.

The shark had been lounging in bed, idly toying with some broken headphones, when that notification popped up. He choked on nothing and slammed his head into the lamp, he sat up so quickly. "Holy shit! He actually saw it...? Holy shit!"

Not overly in possession of sense, the shark raced out of his room and down to Crimson's bedroom, bursting in.

"Angel Dust commented! He wants you to romance him!" he shouted, completely not misinterpreting the comment at all.

Crimson narrowed his eyes and, slowly, put his book down. "I'd ask what the fuck you're talking about, but that would imply I care. Do us both a favor and go get yourself some beauty sleep, huh? You could use it."

"Nooo," Chaz protested, "you don't understand! He wants you to romance him, he likes you!"

The imp snorted quietly. "Uh huh. And I'm a daisy. Go to bed, Chaz; I want to finish this chapter."

Frustrated, frowning, Chaz whined just once before he did as he was told. But, once in bed, he realized there was still mischief he could do. He could find a way to get those two together. He had a few snapshots of Crimson that no one else would have, and a few minutes was all the time it took to make a Fangzbook profile for the mob boss. Over the next hour, Chaz did what he could to make it look authentic...

Then sent Angel Dust a friend request along with a message, as Crimson:

[Saw your comment. Glad to know you enjoy romance. If that doesn't count as seduction though, what does? You tell me how you want to be seduced. I'll deliver. Yours, Crimson.]

There was absolutely no way, Chaz thought, tucking his arms behind his head and smiling up at the ceiling, that this could backfire.