Stolitz Smutshots and Fluff

❤️ ~ Nightfall at Ozzie's.

Hey! Been ... 3 MONTHS???? lol. Planning to get some new smutshots out within the next week, but quality over quantity and shit.

Going to con tomorrow as Furina De Fontaine, I'll post some pics if I find any Helluva Boss stuff :3

Plot: Hell's favourite couple going down to Ozzie's for the night, then finding themselves in the back room.

This is pretty much an alternative of what actually happened at Ozzie's.

TW: Arguing, implicating jealousy fucking.

Kinks: N/A

Question of the Day: Most CURSED HH or HB ship?

I am going to try getting more out, would you like more fluff in the book?

Total Writing Time: 2 Hours 56 Minutes.
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"Listen, Stolas. I didn't invite you here on a date, I invited you here to watch these two fuckers be all lovey dovey." Blitzø spoke flatly, his usual flirty tone was non- existent. He sipped the sweet liquid from his glass, peering over at the two imps who were chatting just across the room.

"But... This is kind of like a date, right?" The bird asked, his voice was quiet. "I mean... You invited me, your plaything to a... Fancy place like Ozzie's." Stolas reported, his voice dipped a little as he spoke, looking around at the various posters that encouraged... A good time.

"You cannot convince me that this isn't some... Scheme of yours to get me to do your bidding, hm? Some kind of new fetish or something you know I won't like...?" Stolas giggled, his eyes narrowing onto the poster as he inspected every inch of the man it showed.

Blitzø turned to look at Stolas again, studying his happy expression. "Stolas, it's nothing more than I needed to get into this place. It's been reserved for months, but they'd let a Goetia in, wouldn't they fancy feathers?" He scoffed. "Not even the Daddy trick worked."

The bird cooed. "Perhaps that only works on me, Blitzy. Though I can't complain, you are... Mine. I'd hate to have to share y—"

"Stolas, you act like our relationship isn't just you needing a good fucking once a moon so I can do my job. Don't make this weird." Blitzø snapped back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "This isn't a date, we aren't in love, and I don't want this to end up in any weird fantasy of yours."

Stolas' head snapped back around from the poster. "... Alright, I suppose..." He gave a mumble, getting up from his seat and brushing down the cape he was wearing from its awkward angle. "I'll be going to the dance floor, then." He picked up his drink, his clawed hands gripping the glass in an almost dangerous manner.

"Fine, see if I fucking care." Blitzø muttered under his breath, pulling his glass further towards himself. "Go, then! I'm not here for you anyways." He spat, turning his chair to face Millie and Moxxie.

Stolas frowned, walking away near the stage, where the other sinners had gathered.

"You look rather moody," A smooth voice called from beside Stolas' ear, making the princes feathers on the back of his neck stand on their end. Stolas turned, his eyes peering around for the source of the voice, but he couldn't find anyone.

"Over here, bird." The voice called again, this time from the table right next to him. An Asmodeus.

Stolas felt a sense of... Fear wash over him, as he took in the large... Figure that sat in the shadows, the man had a sly grin, and a very... Odd fashion choice.

Stolas hesitated for a moment, but approached the Imp. "Uhm... Can I help you...?" He asked timidly, unable to make any conclusion of what this Imp could want.