How Was Asmodeus This Fucking Endearing When He Could Also Probably Become A Terrifying Menace At The

How was Asmodeus this fucking endearing when he could also probably become a terrifying menace at the drop of a dime? Blitz suddenly felt deeply affectionate towards him, maybe ridiculously so, and he couldn't stop smiling as he listened, continuing to caress. When Asmodeus mentioned how he didn't want Blitz to check in constantly though, Blitz chuckled and nodded. Yeah, that was something he could definitely understand. It was sweet when people did that, but if a sub wanted to be able to drift in subspace, it would yank them right back out.

"This all sounds good, baby. We'll use colors. I'll check in if I start getting worried, you speak up if anything feels wrong, alright? We aren't gonna do anything too heavy tonight, nothing too kinky, but I'm gonna take care of you. I'm going to fuck you, Asmodeus," Blitz promised, and kissed him tenderly on the forehead, "more than once. It'll be sweet sometimes, hard and rough other times.

"But I'm not going to hurt you. Not physically," although for the Sin, that was probably a given, "and not emotionally. You're my baby tonight. My beautiful, beautiful baby, and I've got you. Once we get started, you won't need to think, just let me move you, let me use. Let me treat you like the fucking treasure you are." Blitz leaned in and kissed him again, this time on the lips.

Blitz always kissed like a lover, like his partner already held his heart, like he would cherish theirs forever.

When their lips parted, he nuzzled him, then met his eyes again. "To please me tonight, all you need to do is obey my instructions. You don't need to put on a show. Just say Yes, sir. No, sir. Or yellow, Red, sir. Whatever applies. Just relax. Don't think too much, don't worry. Things may start slow, but trust that your only job tonight is to be beautiful and pampered, yeah?

"Now. Let's get set up so we don't have to interrupt anything later on. I've got condoms," because Blitz always, always had condoms, "you got lube?" Once they'd paired up the condoms with the right lube, once they had both had the chance to freshen up for a moment in private, Blitz locked the door.

He went back over to Ozzie and, once again, kissed him like Asmodeus wasn't just the Sin of Lust, but the absolute center of someone's world, the sun this strange, muscular, dangerous imp chose to orbit around.

"Now, baby. Undress for me. You can be sexy about it if you want, but you don't need to be. Just undress, then stand there for a moment, let me look at you." He kissed him again -- a beloved partner, a jewel to be treasured, a secret best whispered with smiles -- then stepped back to give Asmodeus a little room, and cue him to begin.

He just wanted to make sure that this was something that Blitz wanted. Even though he was the sin of lust he was still out here respecting boundaries. Wanting to make sure that others knew that he wasn't trying to just use them to sleep with them. Asmodeus always knew it was easier for when he shrunk down to either smaller than the other, or just a little taller. In this case he made himself a little shorter than Blitz even. Just because he wanted it to be that way.

The rooster was already melting at the palm of Blitz's hand. He liked this feeling. Of being the one taken care of, but he wouldn't mind doing the same with for Blitz if that was something he wanted too. It was all about the compromise as well in his eyes. Asmodeus found himself leaning into Blitz's hand as he smiles just a little. Already feeding into that attention. "Hmm, sure. I can answer your questions." Asmodeus states. At least the best he could. Nothing really seemed to be off limits for himself anyway. So, he was more than willing to answer questions. Even if they may be a little uncomfortable or something like that.

The kiss to the cheek made him smile too. When he was pushed back onto the bed he couldn't help but feel his cheeks turn a light shade of pink as the other nudged his knees apart as well. It seemed like the imp knew what he was doing and he wasn't going to complain about what was happening.

"I don't want to have to be in charge, I want someone who can take the lead and not have to ask every time if something is okay for them to do to me. We have safe words or colors for a reason." Asmodeus explains. Of course it was nice to have someone make sure that they were all right during intercourse, but it didn't have to be all the time. "I want to be able to get into that sub space and not have to think about anything for awhile and just be under someone else's control." Asmodeus said. He bites down on his lower lip as he looks at the other. He wanted to be taken care of for a change. "It's one of those things where I wouldn't mind if we even got into the dominate and submissive part of a little bdsm if you're into that."

Mentioning things he liked was a little awkward sometimes. Mainly because he never knew if he'd be judged. Even though the other did say he wasn't going to be judged. It was just hard to let someone know all of what he wanted. Depending on how this went tonight, maybe the two of them could even continue to see each other.

for @helluvaflames plotted starter for Millie and Vox to meet

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Just because Vox was usually too busy to leave Vee tower didn't mean that he never did. There were certain things he could and would make an exception for, and hiring assassins was one of those things... not that he did it on a regular basis, but really, it was the principle of the thing. As someone who traded in everyone's data, he knew exactly how easy it was for an email or a text to be picked up by the wrong party. And with something this delicate, well... there weren't many beings capable of hacking Vox's personal encryptions, and he would almost certainly feel them the moment they began to try, but that didn't mean he wanted to risk it. So, for once, he went on an errand personally.

Dressed in a sharp navy-blue suit, beautifully tailored by Velvette, he knew he wasn't exactly low-profile; he was arguably one of the most recognizable Sinners in Pride. But maybe, maybe that was more of an issue for Pentagram City?

Maybe here in Imp City, it wouldn't be so bad...

Why the fuck am I even worrying about this? Vox wondered with an irritated little huff. What did anyone care what he did, or where he went? And he wasn't some princess bound to her tower, he was allowed to go places... and apparently, to go to those places in a very crabby state of mind.

By the time his driver dropped him off, Vox felt like biting someone. Get a grip, he told himself, smoothing his jacket. Nobody here has done you wrong, they certainly don't deserve to be snapped at. So, he kept a smile on as he wandered down the street, looking for the building...

Ah! There it was. And it was...

Nice?

Dilapidated was the word. The gentlest word, really. Dilapidated, depressing, run-down, shabby...

Don't look down on anything here. Imps are major subscribers.

Vox went in, but rather than risk the frankly questionable elevator, he cheerfully zapped himself up through the electrical network. Stepping out in a landing, he spotted the sign on the door and knocked, smiling cheerfully as he waited to see if any assassins were in today--

And as he maybe, maybe started to second-guess his life choices.

Fuck it was good to hug Fizz. The moment his friend's arms were around him, Blitz's pathetic goddamn tears tried to come back. It didn't even matter that these weren't the arms he remembered from their childhood together; it was still a Fizzie hug, and that meant it was everything. He hugged back, maybe a little too hard, and when Fizz grabbed his wrist, Blitz followed. He sure as fuck wasn't going to stay out there alone crying with a queef--those things were dangerous.

Despite the fact that Fizz's place was damn near luxury itself, Blitz started to relax almost as soon as he was there with him. Fizz was still Fizz, the star his life had revolved around for years, and just being near him felt like getting adjusted back onto the proper frequency or something, after too long frayed by static. Blitz was glad now that he had showered before coming over, that he'd put on clean clothes and at least made some attempt at making himself presentable; Fizz deserved the fucking best.

He always had.

"Hey, man. Thanks for this. I'm fuckin' sorry, Fizz. I should've texted you back, or called, or something. Anything. I just--I went to Verosika's party. After getting Stolas to dump me. After--it kind of feels like my life fucking imploded. And I know it's my fault. But also, you--you weren't there. At the party. And, awkward as this is, because like, what about this isn't fucking," he rubbed at the back of his head, "awkward, you know? It meant a lot. That you weren't there, when you probably could have been. So uh, you know. Thanks. And.. can I get another one of those hugs?"

This was a terribly rambling, weird way to start things off, but Blitz felt like he had lost all of his social skills in the past week. This was as good a place to start as any.

Fizzarolli would have expected to hear something of Blitzo afterward, however, he at first just shrugged it off. But as time passed, he started to wonder. Not concerned yet, just, wondering. It turned to concern once he sent a message and it was not even being read. Luckily, Asmodeus keeps the jester from panicking, as it wasn't even a week yet.

The 15 years of distances really make themself notable now, in the past Fizz had always had an idea what was going on with Blitz but now? Now he could only guess.

Ironic, it wasn't Fizzarolli who BLitzo would run into, no. But one small black queef, it looked at the tall imp before using its tiny wings the fly up to his face sniffing the visitor.

" Pebbels ?" a voice called from the distance, the queef started to make noises to later her owner of her location, but stuck to Blitzo, sniffing on him some more. " There you are buddy come it's time for - BLITZ ! " The jester immediately rushed to his best friend, hugging him " Thank fuck, I already thought something happy...end" As Fizzarolli spoke, he leaned back to look at his friend. He loosened one arm around BLitzo to stroke his friend's cheek.

The question of what happened was on the tip of his tongue. But the jester know better than to rest right then and there. Not the time. " Come on " he gripped Blitzo wrist " lets get somewhere comfier" he dragged the imp inside. Pebels follow right behind them.

It was always a little daunting, in a dangerously thrilling way, to encounter the power of the Sins--especially Asmodeus. The way his magic seemed to somehow even make it into the ringtone, the warm charm to his voice as he spoke, never letting Blitz get a worse in edgewise--not that Blitz necessarily wanted to. Just listening to him was something that felt special. And that was Asmodeus's gift, wasn't it? It wasn't just that he could make anyone lustful, save those few who were so averse to it that it would never come naturally. Asmodeus had a way of touching the heart, of making colors feel brighter, of making everything seem to mean just a little bit more. Blitz generally made a habit out of not letting himself be impressed by the incredibly powerful, but all the same, he felt it.

Fuck, he felt it.

He stood very still in the rain, feeling the Sin's gaze on him, maybe a little humbled by the fact that Ozzie was taking the time to notice. It was hard not to feel like an inferior goddamn class at moments like this, when you could feel how awe-inspiring another being actually was... But Asmodeus didn't make that feel shitty. Not tonight.

When the call ended, Blitz hung up the phone. He stayed where he was for a moment, letting the rain run down his forehead and into his eyes, considering. He was tired. Going home would be nice. But if he went home now, if he just turned his back on someone who had gone out of his way to be kind to him, someone Blitz actually liked for that matter, wouldn't that just be proving Verosika and all of her party-goers right about what a shitstain he was?

I can do better. I can try.

I owe it to all of them to try.

Well, maybe not all of them, he amended to himself. Fuck Dennis's predatory ass. Seeing him at the party still left Blitz's skin feeling unclean. Fuck that. Fuck all of that. Ozzie took the time to reach out after all Blitz wanted to do was give him a compliment, and Blitz wasn't going to shit on that. So, bizarre bingo card in hand, he headed into the club and did as he was told for once, hanging up his jacket, behaving. He ordered a drink and found a spot at a table that looked like it had other singles at it--singles. Fuck. Hard to think of himself that way, hard to--

No. Fuck it.

It ain't that deep, Ozzie had said, probably just meaning about the interaction, but goddamn if those words weren't good ones to keep in mind about other things, too. They were a way to get through the night, at least. And that? That mattered? So, rather than fill out the bingo card, Blitz just doodled hearts all over it, sappy hearts, hearts with dicks, hearts on horses, hearts. He sipped quietly at a drink, and he just listened to the people around him, observing them.

It wasn't until later in the evening, when he saw Asmodeus not looking too busy for once, that Blitz got up. He walked over, hesitating just for a moment, before he reached up to tap on his arm.

"Hey, uh, big chicken man," he greeted, torn between friendliness and awkwardness, but smiling all the same. "It's been a nice night. Look, you didn't have to do what you did, reaching out like that, but it really turned my night around. Do you uh--would it make you uncomfortable if I ask to hug you?"

Asking. Being polite. Being well-behaved. Blitz could try to do these things, damn it. Fuck. He would try.

@doublejango asked: deer ozmodyeass, i herd u r duing a relashunship bingo. I am the oposit of your type but just want 2 say that i think your stil grate. you make people happy and thats werth a lot in Hell. — keep duing what you du. we need you. you make things briter and better. — Sinseerly, Blitzo p.s. sry 4 bad spelling / unprompted? ; always accepting.

Awww ... what the Hell is this sappy shit (knowing damn well he'll keep it in his desk for rainy days, don't worry about it)? Nah, that ain't gonna fly around here, baby. Whipping out his cellphone, he's texting a message:

❥ sms — Blitzø, I KNOW you aren't serious with that letter of yours. Answer the phone for me real quick.

Within two minutes, Blitzø will find his phone ringing with an intensity. Better answer it or else, assassin man.

❝ Where are you? ❞ Sin is already stepping out to stand in front of the club to find a sad-looking silhouette from a near distance, in Lust's rain. Man, the dramatic flare of this guy! ❝ Turn around. Since when did you know what my type is? Usually, people gotta ask me to dinner first before they get that kind of response from me. Hahaha! ❞ He's talking over the phone yet his eyes are locked on assassin.

❝ It ain't that deep, babe. I promise. Get your ass over here, join the party. ❞ Should Blitzø try to bypass Ozzie's personal invitation, Ozzie's summoning a bingo card and teleporting it to Blitzø's hands. Watching the imp's surprise from here is enough to get Asmodeus grinning wider.

❝ Let's get you some drinks, my man. And leave your coat at the door. See you inside. ❞ Click. No Jesse to answer to this time. Get over here, it's gaming night. Unless you want Deadly Sin to bring you to the club, personally? Because ... heh! It can be arranged!

I love making these sm.

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