Hi there! I saw your prompt request open so I thought about...Blitzø x Fem! Angel! Reader from the Kiss Roulette with #39 Prompt. A tentative kiss.
The C.H.E.R.U.B.S made heaven looks so bad after what they did in the living world. So, an angel is informed about this so she apologizes to the Imp's company. Knowing there's no need to fight between both worlds. Blitzø feels some kind of warm and kindness coming from the angel. Wanting to get to know more about her and the heavens. Maybe even teasing her about wanting a taste from heaven with a kiss...With fluff and maybe spice (I kinda had the idea a bit but the rest can be up to you)
So, I already sended you this request but then I found out I wrote the wrong number (Hope not to go wrong with this one this time so I dediced to wrote the name in case I wrote the wrong number).
thank you for being so patient! I had a little fun with it so it fit my voice a little better, but I hope you still like it :) also 'bible-thumpin' boytoys' might be one of my favourite bits of dialogue I've ever written for blitzø. anyway, heres...
prompt #39: a tentative kiss
“Okay… you wanna run by me again exactly in the fuck you are?” Blitzø says, an eyebrow raised as he lounges back in his chair, feet kicked up on the desk between you. His expression reads as disbelieving, but he still manages to take the moment to let it turn appraising, even predatory as he runs his gaze down over your figure. “’Cause you don’t look a single fuck like those cotton candy freaks that fucked with us up top.”
You smooth your fingers over the fabric covering your thighs, banishing non-existent wrinkles from your slacks. You were perched straight-backed on the chair opposite him, entirely aware of the three other demons listening in from the other side of the door. “I’m a CHERUB… or, well, an associate of CHERUB. I’m not heaven-born, I just liaise with the department.”
“Ohhh, so you’re one of the goody-two-shoe-fuckers that get to go topside after they bite it?” the imp asks, leaning forward slightly. His tail waves slowly back and forth behind him, and part of you wonders if he’s doing it on purpose – like he’s trying to offend you by making sure you notice every one of his demonic traits. “You must’a been borin’ as shit to end up with the Holy Rollers.”
You shrug a shoulder, amusement twitching at the edge of your lips despite yourself. “Must have.”
“So, what?” Blitzø continues, a kind of cavalier smirk playing over his features. “Your bosses all pissy ‘cause we kicked your buddies’ asses halfway back to heaven and now you’re… what? Here to make it even? ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, you’re cute an’ all, but I’m pretty sure we can serve your ass back to ya on a silver platter.”
“You think I’m cute?” you ask, and Blitzø grins. You shake your head, holding up your hands in surrender. “I’m not here for some kind of avenging angel deal. Dearie told me… told the department how it all went down, and—”
“That bambi bitch’s name is Dearie?”
“—I wanted to apologise for what happened.”
Blitzø’s eyebrow arches again. “You wanted to apologise. Not your bosses.”
You swallow, pressing your lips together.
Shit.
You weren’t exactly here on sanctioned orders; Lord, if anyone found out that you’d hijacked a portal to come down here… well, you’d probably end up in the same predicament as Cletus, Colin and Keenie. And honestly, spending the Father only knows how long trapped in the mortal world with them for company… Maybe you should have thought this through.
“I, uh… it’s important that the relationship between Heaven and Hell stays civil—” you say, and the imp snorts in derision.
“Yeah, you feathery fucks seem to be real concerned with keepin’ the peace.” he replies snidely, and your brow furrows in confusion at the comment. He leans forward in his seat, giving you that appraising look again that makes something inside you flutter. You push it down, swallowing. “Speakin’ of, shouldn’t you have a rack on you?”
“Excuse me?” you say, offended, and you can’t help but glance down at your chest automatically.
Blitzø snickers, letting his own gaze linger there for a moment before he waves a hand towards the space over your shoulder. “Wings, sugar. Shouldn’t you have a pair?”
“Oh,” you feel a blush creep into your cheeks at your presumption. “I do, they’re just… kind of a pain to have out all the time. Besides, this way I can… blend in a little better down here.”
Blitzø huffs a laugh, pushing himself up out of his chair. “Nice try, tits. But there ain’t no sinners down here that look like you.”
That fluttery feeling blooms inside you again, tickling low in your belly and floating into your chest as he rounds the desk towards you. He leans against it, claws curled around the edge of the desktop beside his hips, his legs only a few sparse inches from your knees. You jump slightly as you feel something touch your ankle – the point of his tail brushes against your pant leg as it waves slowly beside him. The imp’s smirk widens at your reaction.
“And none of ‘em dress like that, either.” he points out. “Pride ain’t exactly the place for business casual.”
You glance down at yourself again, at your pressed pants and button down, before looking back up at him from under your brows. You find yourself trying for the same playfully sarcastic tone he’s been using on you. “You saying I should have tried for the leather look?”
Blitzø blinks, caught off-guard by the change in your tone. Then, he smiles again, sharp-toothed and thoroughly entertained. “Definitely. Personally, I’d love to see those legs of yours all wrapped up in tight, black…”
“Mr. Buckzo—”
“Call me Blitz.”
“Blitz,” you correct yourself. “I’m here to try and establish a diplomatic relationship between—”
“You ever thought about it?”
“Huh?”
Blitzø grins. “Takin’ a walk on the dark side. See what you were missin’ out on by playin’ good girl for God all those years on Earth. They might have invented their own brand of fuckin’ up in Cloud Cuckoo Land, but I can guarantee your bible-thumpin’ boytoys ain’t got nothin’ on me.”
You flush, and that seems to amuse him more. “Are you… seriously… hitting on me right now?”
Blitzø’s smile doesn’t waver. “You tellin’ me you’re not interested?”
Casting a glance back to the door, you struggle to find an appropriate response. You jump again as he suddenly leans forward just as you turn around to face him again, bracing himself over you by gripping the arms of your chair. It effectively cages you in, and your breath catches in your throat as it brings his face so, so close to yours.
You swallow, and he smirks.
“I… I came here,” you repeat, trying to keep the waver out of your voice. “To try and mend… fences between our organizations…”
“Mm. You wanna make amends?”
You nod, biting your lip. Blitzø’s eyes flicker down to catch the movement. His tail is switching slowly behind him again.
“You wanna make it up to us for what your dick co-workers did?”
“I—”
“Show me how much.” he challenges, eyes half-lidded and downright… seductive. You shift in your seat, face aflame. “C’mon… you know you want to. One little kiss to show me how much you care… maybe a quick, five star fuck if you feel up to it—”
“Jesus Christ…” the curse comes out as barely more than a breath.
“Look, at you. Takin’ the Lord’s name in vain.” he chuckles. “Careful, baby. You spend too much time down here, and you might find you like it.”
“It’s Hell, not a holiday.” you point out. “I’m not exactly worried about wanting an address change.”
“Yeah?” he retorts teasingly. “Prove it. Give me a little taste of Heaven.”
You waver for a moment before your sense of reason finally gives way to your curiosity. You reach up, curling your fingers in the front of his coat. Blitzø actually looks surprised as you lean up, meeting his lips hesitantly with your own.
They’re surprisingly soft and warm against yours, and the stiffness in his body eases as he relaxes into the embrace. When you pull away, you exhale in the hopes of steadying yourself. Blitzø meets your eye for a moment, and then his lips are on yours again, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.
You can feel the sharp points of his claws in your hair, against the soft skin by your ear, but instead of unnerving you, you find it excites you, spurs you on. When your lips part he touches his tongue to your bottom lip, and you sigh into his mouth. Your hand leaves his chest to slide over the side of his neck to curl around the nape of it, and you’re surprised to hear him moan quietly into the kiss. It thrills you more than it should, as does the way his tongue slides against yours.
Your fingers brush against one of the spikes at the back of his head, and you jerk away from him, his teeth grazing your lip as you do. Blitzø blinks as though dazed, shaking himself as you suddenly push your chair back and stand, the chair legs screeching obnoxiously against the carpet.
“I should… I should go.” you stumble over the words, grateful that the imp doesn’t move to follow you as you back away from him a few steps. “My… my friend can only keep the portal open for so long before they notice I’m gone. So, I should…”
Blitzø nods, recovering himself. “Right. Yeah. Yeah, you should… yeah…”
You give him an awkward, tight-lipped smile, holding out a hand for him to shake. “It was… thank you for meeting with me, Blitz.”
He laughs at your sudden propriety, shaking his head in amusement as he closes the distance between you and takes hold of your hand. Instead of shaking it, he turns it over, bending down and brushing his lips against the back of it. Blitzø holds your gaze as he does, and you can’t help the bashful smile that flickers over your face.
Some #black and #grey books in remembrance of yesterday when so many things went wrong. After our early coffee shots (tea for him), we had a silent breakfast of Chocos and milk and contemplated whether there would be time to go for an evening walk today. That's the #heandshe moment of the day😂🙂💕. - - Have a happy day everyone! PS: Stay tuned for the giveaway coming up later today. I love that book to bits. PS: No, there is no evening walk on the cards. Perhaps some tidying up and a takeaway dinner. . . . Is there anything you are looking forward to today? . . #blogger #booksbooksbooks #instagram #create #flowerloves #booknerd #bookwormlife #blogger #iloveblogging #coffee #igerscoffee #onthetable #classics #annakarenina #booksbooksbooks #ilovereading #bookishfeatures #thesmallthings #storyofmyworld #theartofslowliving #embracingaslowerlife #liveauthentic #pursuepretty #weeattogether
to himself: never. he's spent so long convincing himself he's better off alone, better off just maintaining casual fuck buddy relationships because if he doesn't let his feelings develop, he can't get hurt. but seeing you come back out of the bathroom or into the kitchen, still disheveled and flushed and wearing nothing but his shirt? it'll make him want to drag you right back to bed so he can focus on hard it makes him instead of just how his heart swells at the sight of you.
to you... he'll make snide jokes about you stealing his shit and warn you that he'll kick your ass if he gets anything on it, but once he's got you back into bed...
then he's telling you to leave it on, tell you how good it looks on you while the hem of it tickles against his cock every time he slides it back into you. sure, he'll call you a bitch for taking it, but that won't stop him from curling his fists in it against your stomach and enjoying the feel of the fabric pulled against your warm flesh while he fucks you with his tongue.
It's been a really nice "staycation" from work and tomorrow I leave for up north 😁 #vsco #vscocam #staycations #vscoflowers #flowersoftheday #flowersofinstagram #summerflowers #summerdays🌞 #daisies🌼 #flowersofinsta #flowerloves #flowersmakemehappy https://www.instagram.com/p/B0l7AR3FwgM/?igshid=21mrw32b2bzx
