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.

Pls I just want them to be able to be silly together ;__;

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Val was fucking serious. He was serious. He was being introspective, and he was serious. While Vox knew he should be happy for him, knew he should be proud of him, every word hit him like goddamn ice-water. His screen flickered around the edges, hints of static coming through as he listened. He was mindful never to actually squeeze Valentino's hands the way he suddenly wanted to, as if squeezing them, inflicting some measure of pain, could help. Val wasn't always the most introspective type, none of them really were, so for him to have come to this conclusion, taken the time to plan this, this, this--

Farewell dinner?

Vox abruptly let go. If he didn't, he was going to dig his claws into Val's hands. Violence was fine in the bedroom, as far as he was concerned; the two of them were fully capable of discussing what they wanted and consenting to it together. But unprompted violence towards his partner? Not acceptable. No matter how much this hurt. No matter how it felt like iron bands were suddenly wrapped around his chest, tightening fast and hard and cruel.

"You're serious." Vox's screen flickered again, the brightness turning up, and his eyes seemed to double in size just for a moment there. Electricity crackled over the backs of his hands, down his neck, and his veins and arteries began to take on a subtle gleam, followed by the larger nerves--a private light, when he was trying too hard to hold something back, that usually only Val got to see, and even then usually only during sex, when Vox was losing the fight against an orgasm.

This couldn't be farther from that.

He stepped back, started to reach up to grab his own head, stopped himself halfway, hands in the air, palms out towards Val as if Valentino were the one who needed to calm down here, not himself.

"Val, are you--are you leaving the Vees? Or are you leaving me? Is it both, are you--does going off to become a better person mean you can't--fucking," he pressed a hand to his forehead now, screen flickering again, "can't fucking be around me? Is that--is that--"

Not helping, he checked himself. He was getting defensive and angry and that wasn't helping.

Vox shoved his emotions back and folded his arms. "Val. Baby. I don't--understand," he quirked an eyebrow, his entire body seeming to hum with electricity even as he held himself as still and composed as he could, trying not to explode, "but I want to be on your side here. What do you... need. From me? To make your goals happen."

It was a dangerous question to ask and he goddamn knew it, because Vox suspected, not so very deep down at all, that he knew what Val was going to say, that this fucking mothpimp was going to walk out that door and take his heart with him.

"I don't want you to leave," he added quickly, "but I won't force you to stay. I'll fight for you. But I won't force you. Have you--you've thought this through? What might happen to you out there? How are you going to--

"What are you going to do with all of your souls?"

His hands curled into fists on the table, the sudden silence between them weighing heavy on his shoulders. But Val didn't say anything else, wanting to give Vox time to process his announcement.

He gritted his teeth when his partner circled the table to get to him, his eyes averted when the other knelt before him and took his hands in his own.

The moth had expected many things. Anger, disbelief, bitterness... but not this. The unexpected tenderness extended to him by his lover was in some way more painful than anything else he could've confronted him with.

He took a deep breath, calming himself.

ཐིཋྀ "It's not that. Nobody is fucking with me, Vox..."

His grimace morphed into a sorrowful expression when he tilted his head to once again look at the other. Not wanting to be a coward.

"... this afterlife... our operation and my part in it... it's just like the mess I got caught up in as a human. I'm doing the same things, over and over... I'm just like... someone I never wanted to resemble. I didn't realize it before because I never knew anything else. The drugs, the sex, the killing... it's not that I don't enjoy those things but they're limiting me. I never found the courage to take a different path while alive, and I kept repeating the same mistakes in death."

Blitz really can't stand knowing he hurt someone he cares about. I'm not just talking about the fire, either.

We all know that he immediately tried to apologize once he realized he'd genuinely hurt Stolas at the end of Full Moon, though he was portaled out before he could finish the words.

But even in Truth Seekers, when the truth serum caused him to tell Moxxie he had shitty taste in music, he IMMEDIATELY apologized, like as soon as the words were out of his mouth, and even started CRYING while lamenting about having hurt Moxxie and lied to him a lot.

Idk I just think it's important to point out that underneath all the trauma, Blitz is a big ole softy who can't stand knowing he's hurt the feelings of people he cares about.

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.

"Fucking tell me about it." Blitz sat down heavily on the barstool next to Roth, folded his arms, and plunked his forehead down hard on them. "That whole thing was--you know, I'm obviously the actual fucking worst at coping mechanisms," he said with a little snort, lifting his head to look at his friend, "but that shit was something else.

"And some of the fuckers there I don't even know. It's just fun for them. Feels good, I guess. Safe. Hating people. I--I get that." He sat up straight and poked at a fading moisture-ring someone's glass had left on the bar. "But like, this asshole Dennis. He wanted to fuck me at a Bee party. I kind of remember it, mostly that he was really like, you know, fucking grabby. I remember the taste of his breath more than anything else, I was so fucked up and drunk. Apparently, Bee insisted my daughter take me home because I was so 'not okay,'" Blitz made air quotes, "and yet this fucker, Dennis, is now entitled to hate me? Cause he couldn't drunk-assault me?

"I've done a lot of shit, man, but I've never fucked someone who was too wasted to consent. Fuck that. Fuck everyone at the party. I mean fuck me, too. But... Jesus fucking Christ. So does just like, everyone know about that shit? It was on the radio, right?" The imp leaned back now, clacking the ends of his horns against the back of the barstool. It made a satisfying sound, so he did it again, and when the bartender finally came over, he just flipped him off rather than order a drink.

“Now, far be it from me, but throwing a yearly hate party for one Imp is too much. It reeks of scorned bitch vibes.”