Summoning a demon to get revenge seemed simple enough — it even went pretty well, all things considered. But what Blitzø hadn’t accounted for was that the demon would be dorky, horny, and everything he was missing in life. Of fucking course this would happen to him.
Mending family ties is never easy, but Blitzø wants Stolas to have his daughter by his side no matter what. Or, Blitzø bonds with Octavia over messy families.
Stolas felt like he would never get used to Blitzø looking at him like that, but the constant attention was also getting to be… a lot. Or, Stolas bonds with Loona over Blitzø’s habit of hovering.
”I ruin everything. I make everyone’s lives worse.” Millie had experience with self-hatred. Not so much on a firsthand basis; she’d learned early on not to internalize that bullcrap. But she’d seen plenty with others in her life, and suddenly she was scared for Blitzø.
Blitzø rocked in and out of Stolas at a leisurely pace, almost more grinding than actually fucking. He just couldn’t help the need to be as deep as possible, to fully embed himself in Stolas’ very essence. If he didn’t already know it would end in flames, Blitzø would willingly crawl into the cavity of Stolas’ chest and curl around his heart. To protect it or to hoard it he wasn’t sure, but it would never happen anyway.
Okay, so maybe he was going through a bit of a rough patch. Nothing Blitzø couldn’t handle, but he did need a way to take the edge off and function at the fucking least. He had a business to run, and he wasn’t going to get anything done in the morning if he let the past torment his head all night. He just needed the fucking thoughts to stop, and he knew from experience that a bit of pain could go a long way.