A/n: do ya'll prefer reading fics that say Blitz or Blitzø bc idk which one to do lol ok enjoy this its super long for no reason other than I like to give Moxxie angst

Half my stories are omo atp yall know the drill comment requests for any character or ship😭

"What the fuck?!" Moxxie exclaimed, his voice a high pitched screech. His eyes had barely been opened for two seconds, and there was his boss, mere inches away from his face. Honestly, this should just be expected by now, but it never failed to scare the shit out of him, or make Blitz laugh his ass off. Moxxie flailed his arms in shock, bolting upright from his spot in bed. But this action sent them both tumbling off of the side and onto the floor. Blitz was slammed on top of his chest, knocking the air out of him. Moxxie gasped, panting heavily from the pure shock of it all, "oh crumbs" he muttered, groaning quietly from underneath his boss.

Blitz smirked, his hands gripping around Moxxie's wrists, pinning him to the ground, "Well, this is certainly a position I could get used to."

Moxxie didn't even know what to say to that. And the worst part was, Millie wasn't even here to back him up. Wait—where was his wife? He looked up at Blitz, realizing that he'd been silent for way too long, so he shook himself out of his state of shock, and quickly turned to anger, "Sir! Get off of me!" His yelp did not at all sound threatening. His voice rose about ten octaves and sounded like a squeaky toy.

Realizing that the only layer between Blitz and his own nude body was the blanket that had fallen onto the ground with them, Moxxie blushed deeply and avoided eye contact with his boss. It wasn't easy though, when Blitz's face was practically touching his. "Get off! W-where's Millie?"

"Oh, my fucking god! It's always 'Millie this' and 'Millie that', and she is always fine! She. Is. Fine!" Blitz yelled. If Moxxie didn't know any better, he would say that Blitz was jealous. "But to answer your question, I've already woken her up. Convinced her to let me have my fun with you" Blitz purred, tightening his grip around Moxxie's wrists, "and by convinced, I mean I handcuffed her to the door handle of the pantry and gagged her with a towel, but I swear she's alr—"

"You WHAT?!" Moxxie exclaimed, beginning to writhe in Blitz's hold, "let me go!"

Blitz barely missed a beat, continuing to speak despite the fact that Moxxie was now thrashing against him, "Oh my satan, calm down. I wouldn't hurt her, I need her skills for my business. Though before I took away her ability to speak, she did spoil this fun of mine by telling me that if I did anything other than a little bit of light teasing, I would be dead, so. I can't really make any moves on you."

"I'd say you've done a lot more than light teasing, sir!" Moxxie cried.

"Oooh, I like when you call me sir from this position" Blitz smirked.

"Stop! You are insufferable—Wait, how did you manage to catch Millie so off guard that you were able to take her? Any other day she would have whooped your ass" Moxxie noted.

Blitz rolled his eyes, "really, you think that little of me? That I can't take someone in their sleep?! Well, i'll have you know that it was a matter of pure skill. And the fact that she kinda...sorta let me do it."

Moxxie groaned. Of course Millie agreed to this, she thought that it was hilarious how flustered he got. Of course, she would step in if he got uncomfortable. She knew that her husband was a sensitive soul, and very easily upset. He hated that about himself, but he just couldn't help it. He was sure that by now she'd already broken out of the cuffs and was right outside the door, giggling and filming the whole thing.

"J-Just get out! Why are you even here?!" Moxxie demanded. No matter how many times his boss broke into his house, it never failed to freak him out. Just last week, he'd found him in his medicine cabinet. That had been slightly traumatic, as he had screamed so loudly that Millie, in her sleepy state, had thought that Blitz was an intruder. Which, he technically was. That morning hadn't gone well for any of them.

"Woah, woah, woah, no need to get so snappy with me! I just came over to tell you that we're headed into work early today. Now come on, get up!" Blitz cheered, leaving no room for argument as he released Moxxie from his hold. But of course, Moxxie was going to argue. That was just who he was.

"Wh—You can't do that!" Moxxie stuttered, "We're not scheduled until after one!"

"I'm your boss, bitch, in case you've forgotten. I can do whatever I want" Blitz taunted back with a smirk, "And way to point out the obvious. I know when you're scheduled. I made the fucking schedule. Oh, and before you ask—because this position is getting kinda uncomfortable, even for me and we need to wrap this whole scene up—"

"SCENE?!?!"

"—I couldn't just text you the info because I knew you would ignore me" He pulled himself off of Moxxie, straightening his coat as he did so, "Now get the fuck up, do you think I have all day?"

Moxxie immediately pulled his wrists close to his chest to rub at them with his hands, closing his eyes and evening out his breath as he did so. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and his face was still flushed. He needed to calm down. When Moxxie made no move, Blitz rolled his eyes, "really? You're gonna be stubborn about this?"

"N-no! I just—" he sat up a little bit and cringed. He wasn't exactly decent at the moment, and he didn't know how to get out of this situation without Blitz noticing that fact.

Blitz ran his eyes over Moxxie's form and noticed how tightly he was clutching the blankets to himself. As Moxxie finally sat up, the blanket shifted, revealing that the imp's chest was bare. And Blitz caught onto this very quickly, much to Moxxie's dismay, "are you...naked?" He asked, eyes wide and glinting with mischief as a grin spread across his face.

"No!" Moxxie yelped, curling up impossibly tighter into the blanket, "j-just go away!"

"Oh, alrighty. Then you wouldn't have a problem if I lifted these blankets up, hm?" Blitz teased, running his hand along the blanket, fingers curling up at the edge as if he was about to yank. But then, he pulled away, letting go. He knew not to take it that far. He was a dick, but he wasn't evil. He played it off, "hmm...Well, i'm not sure if I want to spoil the fantasy for myself, i'd like to imagine you have a big dick, but I dunno if you deliver. Really, how do you ever even please your wife?"

"Hey!" Millie cut in, yelling from right outside the door, "his dick is plenty big enough for me!"

"Thank you honey!" Moxxie called back sweetly.

"Oh my fucking satan you guys are so cute it hurts. Wait, how the hell did she get out of the gag?!" He asked, snapping his head towards the door only to see Millie pushing it open further, narrowing her eyes at him. He groaned, "okay, okay, fine, i'll leave your boy toy alone" he turned back to Moxxie, "Get dressed, damn it, you have five minutes to cover up your minuscule balls and get dressed or else i'm taking a peek" Blitz said, taking out his phone to set a timer.

"Five minutes?!" Moxxie cried in disbelief.

"Scratch that. You now have two minutes and I will hold you to that" Blitz said, walking out of the room, "we will have another conversation about you sleeping in the nude. I think it's hilarious how sweet, modest Moxxie fucked his wife so good he couldn't even bother to wear pants to bed" he smirked, "or maybe it was the other way around? I mean, you are into pegging, and I can't imagine you as anything other than a bottom—"

"GET OUT!" Moxxie yelled, completely humiliated, "my bedroom life is of no concern to you, sir!"

Blitz laughed himself to tears as he finally granted Moxxie the mercy of leaving the room, "bedroom life?! You can't even say sex!" He slammed the door behind him, "oh, that's rich" he muttered to himself before raising his voice so it would carry through the door, "timer starts now!"

Moxxie bolted up from his position on the floor and immediately got to work. He was sure that Millie was tearing into Blitz, but he didn't care enough to eavesdrop. He picked his outfit fairly quickly and darted into he and Millie's connected bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth. He was aware of how quickly he was running out of time, so the first thing he did was cover his bottom half up. He wasn't a fan of the idea of Blitz seeing him bare at all, even if it was just his chest. His boss was a fucking pervert, but he'd much rather be caught with a bare chest than with his manhood out, thank you very much.

He quickly became aware of a rather urgent problem. A need pressing down upon his bladder, which was heavy and round, pulling at the lower half of his body rather uncomfortably. He began to panic, knowing that he didn't have enough time to release the night's worth of pent up urine stirring in his bladder. Especially after the copious amounts of water he had consumed the night before.

He hated to be so sensitive, but the words of his coworkers really got to him sometimes. He knew he wasn't fat. He had spent a long time looking at himself naked in the mirror after Loona's first joke about his weight. He had pinched and prodded various spots of his body, and hadn't found too much loose or fatty skin. But, he couldn't help but feel insecure. So he had been...sort of starving himself lately. He still ate, of course, he couldn't let Millie get suspicious. Of course she noticed anyway, but last thing he ever wanted to do was worry her.

But, yesterday had been a day where he was more insecure than usual, after a comment Loona had made at the office. He hadn't eaten the entire day, so to calm the aching and burning coming from his stomach, he drank water to fill the place where food should have gone.

This whole thing had affected his bedroom life lately and was actually the reason he had slept naked the night before in the first place. He and Millie hadn't even had sex! She just noticed how he had been insecure about his body, so she got him to strip down and tell her every place he didn't like about himself. Told him to be completely vulnerable with her. Then, she placed tender, loving kisses on each spot, and caressed him gently until he fell asleep in her arms. Until he knew that with her, he was loved. That he was perfect, and didn't have to change.

Because Millie wasn't stupid. Millie knew when her husband skipped meals, even if he tried to avoid that.

But circling back to his main issue—he did not have enough time to pee before Blitz would come in guns blazing(literally) and blow through the door. Besides, he was far too nervous to even try. His boss could literally be in the room with him right now, the sneaky bastard. So, Moxxie finally finished getting dressed, pulling his shirt over his head just in the nick of time as Blitz pounded on the door and threw it open.

"Oh, good! You're dressed, Millie made breakfast, you better eat that shit quickly before I do!"

"You can have it" Moxxie blurted. His stomach craved the food, and his mouth watered at the smell that wafed through his nostrils as they entered the kitchen, but strangely, the thought of eating made his stomach lurch. Besides, he was getting to that weird point of not eating where he didn't even feel hungry anymore. It always freaked him out when he got to this stage, but it made it a hell of a lot easier to ignore the urge to eat.

Blitzo, oblivious as ever, laughed, "Thanks, Moxxie!" And made his way to the table, scarfing down the food in five seconds flat.

"Oh, you weren't hungry, Mox?" Millie asked suspiciously, though her tone was her usual high, cheery voice. But he could tell when there was something brewing underneath, he always did. She didn't want to make a big deal of it now, though, especially with their boss in the room. Still, she was well aware of the fact that he hadn't eaten all day yesterday, claiming he had felt sick, and well...she was worried. She had heard his stomach roil and growl all night, and it broke her heart. She just wanted to wake him up and force food down his throat—but she knew that wasn't how these things worked.

"Nope!" He replied. He was sure that he couldn't even eat if he wanted to, his mind was too focused on his bladder. He tried not to squirm until the attention shifted off of him, "you know me, sweetheart. I've never been much of a breakfast guy."


Damn it. He was right about that. She couldn't question him any further. Not now, at least. She would have to wait until they got some alone time. Probably after work, when she could have complete privacy with him, and have a long emotional talk about why he shouldn't starve himself.

Blitz was either oblivious to the tensions radiating off of Moxxie, or simply didn't care, because he broke the silence with a groan, "okay, come on. Let's just get going. I brought my van. Get in."

Moxxie flicked his tail to calm his nerves and wrung his hands together. He wasn't sure if he would be able to hold out for long, and he never did like using public restrooms, avoiding them whenever he could. In fact, he was pretty sure he had yet to use the restroom in the office even once, opting to hold his bladder all day until he could get to the privacy of his own home.

Of course, Millie knew about this little problem of his, coaxing him through missions and helping him focus on the target if his bladder was especially full that day. Usually, the need didn't get too bad, since he limited his fluid intake, but there were several times where he would barely make it home in time, hunched over with his bladder aching and leaking as Millie whispered gentle words to him and helped him to the restroom.

Moxxie ever having a full on genuine accident was rare. At least for as long as Millie knew him, it had only happened a handful of times. Which probably wasn't saying much, since they had only been married and living together for a year.
She had been trying to help him get over his extreme bladder shyness. When they first started living together, she had found Moxxie desperate to pee many times. It left her confused as to why he would hold it until it got to that desperately painful point. Sometimes it was a matter of him not wanting to excuse himself around her, and other times it was a matter of genuinely not being able to go, his bladder locking up, knowing she was in the other room. So, when she questioned him and he opened up to her about it, she decided to help.

And that meant, slowly getting him comfortable enough to excuse himself to pee around her. She would even stand in the bathroom with him to help him realize that it wasn't a big deal. The first time she ever stood in the bathroom with him, he couldn't pee. He tried, he really did, but he just couldn't make it happen. His bladder had been so full it hurt, but he was far too worked up to go. He eventually began to cry, so Millie told him that they didn't have to do it that day. She walked out to give him some privacy, but after five minutes of great effort, he called her back in, finding that he couldn't make himself go, even after she left.

By then, he was having a full-blown panic attack. Millie thought quickly and pulled them both into the shower, stripping them down. She turned on the water, and just stood under the stream with him, whispering sweetly into his ear, telling him to relax. And it worked. Eventually, he let out a slow, thin stream that turned into a thick, heavy spray. He had moaned in relief, unable to stop himself even as he sprayed down his wife's leg.

"I'm so sorry" he told her after he finished. His whole body felt shaky from the relief.

"Not a problem, silly! We're in the shower for a reason!" She pulled him close into a hug and noticed he was hard against her thigh. Both of them froze, "Awe, Moxxie!" She cooed, trying to ease the tension, and the very obvious humiliation, coming from her husband.

He blushed deeply, "i'm sorry! I don't know why that happened!"

"I do" Millie smiled lovingly, "Because it must have felt so good to let that all out after holding all day. And because we're naked in the shower together, and i'm being so sweet with you~it's natural, hon."

It was true. Millie being sweet was such a big turn on. He was a sucker for praise, since he didn't get it often. It probably stemmed from his fucked up childhood.

So, to put things shortly—Millie knew that Moxxie had strange bathroom habits, and she would probably notice him squirming almost immediately. And that worried him, because they hadn't worked their way up to public restrooms yet, and he didn't want to be forced.

He should probably say something about his growing urgent need to piss before they had to leave. But he was too worked up about it now. Even if he went alone, he didn't think he'd be able to go. So, he took a deep breath and began to walk outside.

Millie, already excited for the day ahead of her, had run outside, leaving Blitz and Moxxie to walk together.

Blitz noticed Moxxie's squirming, as well as his stiff movements. He smirked, "do you need to go potty before we leave?" He joked, "God, could you get anymore childish?"

"I do not!" Moxxie cried defensively, "i'm just sore!"

"Oh, I bet you are from last night. You must've been a bad boy. Gotten punished?" Blitz purred, a devilish smirk on his face, "I know there's no fucking way you top. You're a bratty bottom bitch boy if i've ever seen one don't lie to me." Blitz knew bratty bottoms very well, considering that Stolas was the biggest one he'd ever met. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought of the prince. God, that bird had a fucked up mind. And a pain kink that was downright sinful, even for hell.

Moxxie scoffed, but didn't comment.

They finally made it to the car, Moxxie happy to be able to sit down and put all his focus into holding his bladder. It would be pretty hard to hide his squirming from Millie, especially since they were sitting right next to each other, but he thought he would be able to manage.

"Hey, Loona!" Moxxie heard his wife chirp out happily.

Moxxie's whole world seemed to crumble in front of him when he heard those words. Usually, if he was going to creep on them, the boss would leave Loona at the office to start with all of the opening up duties. But if he brought her with, then—

"Oh, by the way" Blitz began coolly, confirming the dreaded feeling pooling in Moxxie's stomach, "we aren't going to the office. Whoops. I lied. We're going to walk around. Scope out the area for new clients, the works" he said as he began to drive like a fucking madman.

Well, shit, Moxxie was dead. There was no way he could walk around like this. He took in a shaking breath, no. You need to convince yourself. He sighed deeply. He would be fine. Morning pee was a bitch to hold, and caused one hell of an ache, but it wouldn't be impossible.

He didn't really even need to fully squirm yet. He needed to shift in his seat every now and again, though, which of course caught his wife's attention. He placed a hand in his knee, smiling at him, "nervous?" She murmured, sensing his anxiety. When he just looked down at hus lap, she chuckled sweetly, "you'll do great out there, baby. You always do."

"Okay, I know you're trying to be encouraging and all, but you don't have to lie to him to do that" Blitz said, smirking when Moxxie scoffed, "oh, and stay hydrated guys. Hell is hot, and we don't need certain pussies—cough Moxxie cough—passing out again" Blitz said, "I have water bottles for you all. I expect you guys to drink them."

"Okay, dad" Loona scoffed mockingly, before realizing what she had just said, "shit!"

Blitzo gasped, "Dad?! You called me dad?! Woah, uh, thanks, Loona!" His eyes lit up, and he reached over to annoyingly pinch her cheeks.

"Ugh, you fucking idiot, that was an insult!" She growled, slapping his hand away.

"Aht aht aht! Is that any way to be speaking to your father?" Blitz asked, if only to annoy her even more.

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When Blitz parked the car, he did it so horribly, practically jerking into the parking spot. The force of it sent Moxxie flying face first into the seat in front of him. His seatbelt pulled at his bladder, causing him to cry out in genuine pain, before whimpering.

"Moxxie!" Millie cried out.

Blitz put the car in park and turned around, trying not to seem too worried, "woah, woah what the fuck, are you okay?"

"F-fine! Fine fine fine!" Moxxie laughed, a little too loud, "l-let's get going!"

Blitz took the keys out of the ignition, clearing his throat after his disgusting display of worry, "well, if you say so."

Millie glared at Blitz, unable to understand how he could move on from that so quickly. She held her husband's hand, looking him in the eyes, silently asking if he was really alright. And Moxxie, well, he wanted nothing more than to spill his guts right then and there. To tell her that he hadn't gotten the chance to use the restroom. She would drag him away immediately, finding the most private, secluded restroom in the area to help him calm his raging, shy bladder enough so that she could coax him into going.

Even now, the very thought of using the bathroom made him lock up. He was sure that even if he pushed really hard right now, despite how badly he had to go, nothing would come out.

But Moxxie didn't voice his concerns over his ability to hold his bladder. He just gave Millie a crooked, shaking smile and told her quietly that he was okay. It did not have the effect he desired, since he was fucking quivering.

Nonetheless, they all got out of the car, and Blitz began to tell them the day's plan, not missing a beat, "Alright, bitches here's the deal. I don't want Loona to murder me, and i'm afraid that i'll say something to cause Millie to murder me, so i'm taking Moxxie on my team. No negotiations" he said, not giving anybody a chance to respond before he was walking, "Okay, cool let's go—"

"Wait!" Moxxie cried. The idea of separating from Millie was usually enough to cause him anxiety, but now? In the state he was in? If he got in an extremely desperate position, she was the only one who would be able to help him. He was pretty sure he'd sooner wet himself than admit to his boss that he needed a potty break, and urgently at that, "but how will I know—"

"If Millie's safe? " Blitz finished mockingly, "grow a fucking pair, your wife is more than capable of handling herself—hell, she's gotten us out of trouble more times than I can count, and I can count to thirty, so that's kind of a big deal. Now come on you pussy we don't have all day." He grabbed Moxxie by his arm and began to drag him along.

"Bye bye!" Millie giggled, "love you hon, don't forget it!"

Moxxie turned back, "Love you too!" He called. Millie blew him a kiss, and he practically melted, letting out a tiny giggle as Blitz groaned and made puke noises.

"Satan fuck you guys are insufferably happy together" he murmurred, pinching the bridge of his nose, "come on, I don't need anymore reminders of my crippling loneliness, let's go."

It didn't take long, barely an hour, before Moxxie had to deal with more than one ache in his body. He tried to ignore his stomach, but that became impossible when a growl louder than he had ever heard from himself before stopped both him and Blitz in their tracks.

"Woah!" Blitz exclaimed upon hearing how loudly Moxxie's stomach had growled, "someone's hungry!" He exclaimed condescendingly, "break time! Let's go grab some grub—"

"I'm fine" Moxxie almost snapped, "I don't need food."

"Come on, you can't lie to me. Not after your stomach just fucking shapeshifted into a mama bear and growled at me like I touched one of her cubs" Blitz joked.

"Look, I don't need food, okay, i'm trying to lose weight. You guys were right, I-I-I'm fat, okay? Just drop it" Moxxie said, folding his arms and looking down. He turned away from Blitz, suddenly more afraid then ever, sure that his boss was going to laugh at him, or even worse, keep walking, telling him that he was right.

But that didn't happen. In fact, Blitz's eyes narrowed in concern and his mouth dropped open slightly. His pupils searched Moxxie desperately for a sign that he was kidding, but all he found from where the younger imp was standing with his back facing towards him, was that he was shaking. Blitz sighed, "Oh, Moxxie, you sensitive piece of shit" he muttered, trying to lighten the mood. He placed a hand on the other's shoulder, "do you really believe all that crap we tell you? We're just teasing you, we don't actually think you're fat—hell, you aren't fat! If you lose any more weight you're going to be less of an imp and more of a skeleton."

Moxxie wanted to deny that. He wanted to look up into Blitz's eyes and dare him, after all he'd been through at the expense of his jokes, to tell him that he cared about how he felt now, just because he was seeing the consequence first hand. But Moxxie craved that validation, and yearned for comfort. So, he looked up and replied weakly, "wait...really?" He questioned hopefully. A part of him knew that they had just been messing with him. Hell, a big part of him knew that. He wasn't fat he knew that, sure, his stomach was pudgy, but he couldn't be considered fat. He knew it the entire time. They had just been trying to get under his skin. But—fuck. Why was he so insecure?

Blitz looked like he was genuinely apologetic, and his eyes conveyed so much worry that it was almost scary. Which was weird for Moxxie to be witnessing. The taller imp threw an arm around Moxxie's shoulders, "Ah, Moxxie, Loona and I should've been a bit more sensitive towards you. We know how you take things so seriously. And this is a very rare, very one-time-only Blitz apology, by the way, so you better fucking drink this in: i'm sorry that i've been tagging along to the jokes lately and allowing them to happen in the first place." He had to admit, it did make him feel bad that Moxxie was skipping meals because of this.

And that comment Moxxie had made weeks earlier about the scale saying he had lost two pounds? Well, that made his stomach drop. To know that their words made Moxxie so motivated to lose weight that he had basically starved himself for it. "You know we're all jokes, Mox. You're a part of this family. We don't want you to change" he said sincerely, "i'll tell Loona to cut back on the jokes."

Moxxie's eyes filled with tears of Joy and he hugged Blitz tightly, "Thank you so much, sir!"

"You know, you can still just..call me Blitz" he reminded.

"I don't see that happening anytime in the foreseeable future. But thank you anyway" Moxxie said. Strangely, what Blitz had said to him, as backhanded and asshole-y as some of his words were, had been comforting. It wasn't just any day that Blitz showed any emotion besides—well—asshole.

"Don't mention it. Now, come on! We're getting hot dogs and you're going to eat one, damn it!"

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Moxxie was still apprehensive when faced with the hot dog, but Blitz had encouraged him to eat it, and so he did. It hadn't exactly been easy, but he tried to reason with logic. One hot dog wouldn't make him gain weight. Another hour had passed since then, and his stomach was comfortably full. After initially eating the hot dog, the fullness in his stomach had been so overwhelming, he thought that he was going to throw up. But he didn't, and now he felt a whole lot better. So, the only throbbing feeling he had to focus on now was the one pulling at his bladder. Blitz had forced him to drink a bottle of water with his hot dog, so now he was even more desperate than before.

There were several times, as they walked around looking for clients, that Moxxie had been about to speak up, with a quiet, shy 'Sir?' Only to clamp up immediately after Blitz looked at him. He would have spoken up by now if he would have been with Millie. She would have taken him to the bathroom, and as embarrassing as it was, she would have held his hand and gently coaxed him into relaxing enough to go.

And how pathetic was that? He was a grown ass Imp, who couldn't even use a public restroom by himself. Hell, he probably wouldn't even be able to use it at all, even with Millie's help! This fear of public restrooms, this fear of asking for permission to go, it stemmed from a long life with a bitter, neglectful father. He remembered never being allowed to go in public, and even at home, if they were in the middle of something, his father would snap at him, and force him to hold it until they were done.

He didn't want Blitz to get annoyed with him. He didn't want to waste any of his time. So, he sucked in a breath, tried to push thoughts of his bladder out of his mind, and walked side by side with Blitz, remaining as outwardly calm as possible.

It still wasn't enough, though. Because Blitz was suspicious. He didn't know what could possibly be wrong with Moxxie. He had been fed and watered, so those two things couldn't have been the problem. If he was being honest, he thought that Moxxie had just been fidgety and squirmy because he was going to pass out from fucking starving himself—but no, he was still shaking, and badly at that.

As Moxxie spoke with a client, Blitz took the opportunity to study him from across the street, pretending he had ran off with a customer of his own. He narrowed his eyes, close enough to hear the stuttering, the slight shake of his voice—to see the way his legs never pried too far apart from each other, how he shifted from foot to foot...hmm. As the client walked away, Blitz studied how Moxxie whimpered a little, flicking his tail up to his arms so that he could fidget with it. He rubbed his thighs together and crossed his legs a bit, bouncing up and down.

A lightbulb went off in his head. A devilish smirk played on his lips as he realized what the problem was. Moxxie had to piss. He wasn't sure why he hadn't said anything—it was clear he was desperate to go. Maybe he and Millie were going to try out a new kink in the bedroom later. Who knew—but either way, as his boss, it was pretty much his job to humiliate him.

So, he walked over to Moxxie and grabbed his arm, "Come on, we've been at this for a couple of hours, let's go meet up with the others" he said.

'Fucking finally' Moxxie thought to himself.

Blitz smirked, "oh, I think there's something you need to take care of first" he knew fully well where the bathrooms were, but he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

"Oh?" Moxxie questioned, "and what would that be?"

Blitz didn't answer, instead he walked up to a pedestrian, "Hey, buddy! Yeah, just a quick question, do you know where the nearest restroom is? My friend here needs to use it pretty urgently."

Moxxie completely froze up at that. Had he really been that obvious?! His face blushed a crimson shade, "Blitz! I do not, what the fuck?!"

The pedestrian raised a brow, "Yeah, sorry kid, it's pretty obvious."

Mox broke away from Blitz's hold, and began to stomp away, trying to will the tears in his eyes to dissipate. Now two people who weren't Millie knew how desperately he needed to pee. He was completely and utterly humiliated.

"Um, what the satan are you doing, Mox? You went from squirming around to fucking break dancing in a matter of thirty minutes" Blitz said, "are you really going to try to convince me that you don't gotta go potty right now?" He drawled out.

"No, i'm fine, sir! I promise. Now come on, let's just get back to Millie—to the others!" He corrected himself quickly, "I—I wouldn't want to hold anyone up. Let's just get back to the office already."

Blitz smirked to himself. Oh, this was gonna be so fun, "Alright, if you insist."

He picked up his phone and dialed Loona's number, "meet us back at the van, okay? I think we got the word out about out business pretty well. We're gonna go back to the office now for a meeting. Okay, byeeee!"

He didn't even give Loona the chance to comprehend what he had just said, let alone form a response, before he was hanging up and dragging Moxxie back to the van.

Moxxie was content to sit in the backseat as they waited, gripping his pant legs tightly, his fingers digging into his thighs as he bounced up and down. You can hold it. You can do this. He tried to tell himself, but he wasn't all that convincing. He just wanted to go home.

"Hey, Moxxie?" Blitz said, pretending to be bored, picking at his nails.

"Yes, sir?" He questioned.

"You should have some water. It's been a while since i've seen you drink anything" He said, turning away from the rear view mirror so that Moxxie wouldn't be able to see the grin on his face.

"Oh! Uhm—no thank you, sir i'm going to be just fine" Moxxie told him.

Blitz looked back at the younger imp, "that wasn't a request" he rummaged through his ice bag, pulling out a water bottle and tossing it to Moxxie, "drink up."

The tensions in the car were high between the two imps as he cracked open the bottle, shakily bringing it to his lips, taking slow, long sips in order to satisfy his boss. Blitz watched intently, as if he was enjoying the torture, before something caught his eye.

"Oh, look!" Blitzo said, honking his horn, "there they are!"

Loona and Millie hopped into the car. Millie and Moxxie shared a brief kiss. Moxxie wasn't in the mood for talking, as she could tell, so she draped an arm across him and pulled him close, "you're shaking. What's the matter, baby?"

"He's just grumpy" Blitz blurted out. If Millie knew Moxxie had to pee, she might make him go and spoil his fun. He couldn't let that happen. He wasn't sure why Moxxie was being a stubborn little bitch about pissing anyways, "I had to feed him earlier, and the onions on his hot dog apparently ruined his day."

Millie smiled proudly down at Moxxie and kissed the top of his head. She was glad he had eaten something, but didn't bring too much attention to it.

"Anyways, guys we need to have a meeting to draw up some ideas for getting new clients. As soon as we get to the office, go up to the meeting room. No dilly dallying" he said, "and never bring up my use of the phrase dilly dallying ever again, okay? Satan fuck, that was cringe."

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When they got to the office building, Blitz was actually surprised that Millie hadn't yet noticed that Moxxie was in desperate, urgent need of a toilet. It was pretty damn obvious from a mile away that there was a problem. Even so, he was glad for that fact. She didn't notice, so she wouldn't force him to go before the meeting. They filed up into the room, and everyone took their usual spots at the table

"Okay, before we can begin, Moxxie i'm going to need you to sit the fuck still, okay? I can't focus when you're break dancing. Satan fuck, you've been walking around all day, captain ADHD, you've literally only been in that seat for ten seconds" Blitz commented, smirking as the humiliation of his words set in, and the entire room's focus shifted to Moxxie.

Moxxie immediately froze in his seat, blushing and putting his trembling hands in his lap. He shoved them between his thighs and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Millie placed a hand on his shoulder in genuine concern, and Blitz turned away from them to begin writing out a plan on his white board.

Millie got her notes out and pretended to pay attention, but really was writing a note for her husband. 'Honey? Do you need to use the bathroom?'

She slid the note over to Moxxie, who read it and contemplated his response for a few seconds. It was obvious, so he supposed that there was no point in lying to her. He grabbed the pen and paper, 'I didn't get to go after I woke up this morning. Blitz was rushing me and I got too nervous, so I gave up and just got dressed.'

Millie's eyes widened in shock. Moxxie had gone all day without using the restroom?! Holding hours worth of piss that had pent up while he was sleeping?

"Uh, Blitz? Could me and Moxxie step out for a minute to take care of something?" She questioned kindly. Blitz didn't even seem to be doing anything important. He had literally just been writing the word 'cum' on the white board.

"Hm? Oh, hell no. This won't take long, don't worry this is uh, very important stuff. Yeah" Blitz said, waving a hand dismissively. He watched with pleasure as Moxxie writhed in his seat. Blitz grabbed his cup of water and took a long, drawn out sip. The water dripped down his chin as he missed his mouth a little bit.

Moxxie looked down at his lap, shutting his eyes tightly. He didn't want to make a big deal about this, but he knew if he didn't, he would end up with wet pants. His bladder had been aching all day, and was stretched out beyond its limit. He had to go, and he had to go now.

"Sir, with all due respect, this matter is quite urgent" he pressed, speaking up softly. He bounced for emphasis, knowing Blitz hadn't forgotten so soon about his emoloyee's need to piss.

But Blitz, ever the fucking asshole, was in a teasing mood today, "oh, I bet it is. And what would that matter be, hmm?"

Loona had looked up from her phone at this point, interested to see where this conversation would go.

The room's full attention was on him now, and he couldn't for the life of him speak up. His whole world felt like it was collapsing, crashing and burning around him. It was just like with his dad. They were busy and he was interrupting with his stupid bladder, and he needed to hold it, hold it, hold it because if he didn't, then he would be punished for it.

Moxxie knew by Blitz's smirk, that he knew fully well what he was doing, "Sir" he whimpered as a leak escaped the tip of his cock. He was glad the table gave him some cover. His hands were deeply buried into his crotch. Millie was close to taking off Blitz's head—it was evident that he was fucking with him.

Moxxie leaned forward, whimpering, "oh, crumbs.." he muttered.

"Do you even have anything to say? You've been bullshitting the past ten minutes! You're just trying to stall my Moxxie!" Millie accused.

"Yes. Yes I am" Blitzo agreed, "but how can I not? He's just so adorable when he's bursting to piss" he teased.

Loona raised a brow, before her eyebrows furrowed in disgust, "Ew! Blitz, what the fuck, do you have a piss kink?!"

"Well, I didn't think so, before today. But hot damn, his squirming is sexy—"

"Blitz!" Millie cried, noticing her husband's growing distress, "let him go to the bathroom!"

As the two argued back and forth, Moxxie felt tears well up in his eyes. He tried to will them away, but they quickly began to roll down his cheeks. He slammed his fist up on the table and let out a sob. Piss began to slowly leak out of him, "I—I can't hold it anymore! I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going!"

He darted out of the room as fast as he could towards the restroom, no longer keen on waiting for permission. His bladder was pulsing as every step jolted and sloshed the liquid inside of him. No. No no no no he thought with panic as his control finally dwindled, and piss began to gush out of him, spraying down his pants and soaking him down to his ankles as he continued to run, unable to stop the flow.

The warm wetness spread down his thighs and leaked from his pants, making a splashing noise on the floor from the force of it. He finally burst through the bathroom door and slammed himself into a stall. He placed a hand between the wetness of his groin and gave his dick a squeeze, "shit, shit shit shit shit!" He cried softly as he twisted his legs together, desperately trying to hold. Tears ran rapidly down his face as he tried to work off his belt. But he couldn't even see his vision was so blurred with tears, and his hands were so shaky, and there was nothing on his mind besides how badly it hurt.

He let out a choked sob as he fell to his knees in the corner of the stall and began to thoroughly soak himself, losing complete control. A large puddle spread beneath him as his heavy bladder deflated, his stream not faltering once, even after two minutes of it.

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"Fuck! Millie—Millie, you crazy bitch, get off of me!" Blitz cried, throwing the woman off of his shoulders as she attacked him.

"You made my Moxxie cry! You pushed him way too far, jackass!" She accused.

"Hey, it's not my fault he was holding it all day!" He cried.

"Yes it is! You rushed him and he was too nervous to pee this morning! He was holding it all day!" She cried, "and he couldn't go with you, because he's too nervous to go in public, or around people that aren't me—hell even me sometimes!"

Blitz stopped struggling at that, "he what?" His heart dropped at the new information. He didn't know Moxxie was suffering—he thought he had just gotten the urge to pee within the last thirty minutes, not holding twelve hours of it!

Blitz ran a hand down his face, "fuck, okay I have to go apologize, I assume?" Millie nodded. Blitz groaned, "damn it, okay. You guys stay here."

Well, now Blitz felt like a total asshole as he made his way to the restrooms. Of course, this was nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little sweet talking. Moxxie would definitely be pissed, and maybe a little embarrassed since he did seem kinda bladder shy—but everything was going to be okay.

"Hey, Moxxie!" Blitz yelled charismatically as he walked into the bathroom, "Sorry about all that, I guess I shouldn't have put all that attention on you—" He stopped in his tracks when he heard small sniffles. His tail drooped, "fuck" he muttered, before making his voice more sincere, "Hey, hey, I really am sorry" he walked further into the bathroom, over to the stall. It was easy to forget how sensitive the younger imp was sometimes.

"Go away !" Moxxie boomed angrily from inside the stall. His voice exploded with raw and wet emotion, before he bursted into tears.

"Oh, fuck i'm not emotionally available enough to handle this—okay, uhm, Moxxie, open the stall, okay? We'll have a little heart to heart, you'll get over this spell of sensitivity, we'll go back to the meeting room, tell everyone you're okay so Millie doesn't rip my head off, and—"

"I can't open the door" Moxxie whispered, his voice cracking.

Well. That wasn't a good sign, "Huh? Why not?" Blitz asked in confusion.

"I—I didn't...make it, sir" he trailed off, voice getting quieter as he spoke. The room was silent after that, and Moxxie dissolved back into quiet, choked sobs, sniffling as he tried to quiet himself.

"You didn't make...the door? Well, I didn't make it either, it doesn't take a welder to unclick a fucking lock—"

"No, you jackass! I wet myself! There, I said it! I couldn't hold it anymore!" Moxxie sobbed, "and i'm gross and pathetic, and I wasted everyone's time, so just go away so you don't have to deal with me!"

Oh. Well, that—that, certainly wasn't good. Blitz had to admit that he had taken things way too far, "Oh, shit!" He didn't even make a quip about how Moxxie had pissed himself right in front of a toilet, because he could tell that the other wasn't in the mood for joking.

"Hey, it's okay, really. Moxxie it's fine. Just...let me in, okay? We can talk."

He cringed when he heard Moxxie shuffle from where Blitz guessed he was sitting on the floor, and he heard liquid drip down the younger Imp's legs and onto the floor. When he heard the click of the stall door, he held his breath. Slowly, the door opened, but Moxxie only revealed his tear-streaked face, hiding his body behind the door, "Sir, can you jus-just go get Millie, please?" He begged quietly.

Blitz almost gave in. Almost. He already felt like shit, but if he brought Millie in here he wouldn't be able to feel anything, because he would be dead, "No can do, buckaroo! Wow, I am really building up my cringe streak today. Anyways, you know Millie. What would she do if she found out you had an accident?" Blitz asked.

"Um—help me feel better? Help me get cleaned up?" He questioned.

Blitz face palmed, "Moxxie. Let me phrase this a different way—what would she do to me?"

"Oh! Uh, kill you?" Moxxie sniffled.

"Exactly! You look pathetically sad right now, I need to calm you down and make you forgive me so that you can tell her not to hurt me, capiche?" Blitzo asked, trying not to show Moxxie just how guilty he felt about this.

Moxxie nodded, before pushing the stall open all the way. Okay wow Blitz did not expect that to work. Moxxie looked down to his feet and blushed deeply, crossing his arms over his chest. Piss was still steadily dripping from his saturated pants onto the floor.

Blitzo's eyes widened considerably, "Satan damn it, Mox. I'm so sorry. I took it too far, I didn't realize it would come to this. Shit, you're soaked!" He couldn't imagine how it must have felt to hold so much in for so long.

"What did you think? I was just holding it for fun?" Moxxie snapped, "I'm extremely bladder shy! I've only ever used a public restroom a handful of times in my life! And I didn't get a chance to pee after I woke up today, b-b-because"

"Because I rushed you" Blitzo frowned, finishing the sentence. He closed his eyes and sighed, "shit, I fucked up. I fucked up bad today, didn't I?"

"Yeah, there's no possible way to hide this from Millie" Moxxie chuckled lightly, desperately trying to make himself look less pathetic.

"No! I mean, yeah, that too, but I fucked up with you" he emphasized, "I broke your trust, and I'm sorry for that. I know I take shit too far and I know that I do it a lot, and that you end up being the punching bag of a lot of my jokes, and I'm sorry, Moxxie. I really, really am" Blitz cut himself off when he saw Moxxie's eyes, big and full of happy tears, "oh, fuck, no I don't do emotions. Forget I ever said that."

"Nope! You care about me~" Moxxie giggled.

"Okay, no I'm ignoring you now" Blitz joked, now, let's clean this mess up, huh? We good?"

Moxxie nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. Uh...Millie has spare clothes for me in her bag" he admitted.

"Oh. Is this experience common?" Blitz asked, his voice free of any judgement.

"No! I mean, they're just in case, you know?" He giggled nervously, "i'll tell her not to kill you, okay? Can you just uh, go get her? I don't want to walk out like this."

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As Blitz made his way towards his death—to Millie, to grab Moxxie's clothes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of impending doom. He felt like shit, and probably deserved what Millie was going to do to him, but that didn't make it any less scary.

He opened the doors to the office dramatically. Loona was on her phone, and Millie was pacing the room. She stopped moving, snapping her head up, "how is he?"

"Don't be mad."

"Blitz" She growled, voice seeping with anger.

"I said don't be mad!" Blitz yelled, "Satan fuck, do none of you know how to listen?!"

"What happened?" She asked sincerely, already jumping across the table, "is he having a panic attack? He really doesn't like people knowing he has to go. We've been trying to work on that—"

"He needs your bag" he cut her off.

"...Why?" She asked, her voice low, seeping with a dangerous anger.

"Moxxie had...a little bit of an accident " Blitz confessed, cringing, "he told me that you would have his spare clothes."

"Oh, shit" Loona said, eyes wide, "is he okay?"

"Well, I made up with him so he isn't too upset with me, but like—he definitely needs a change of clothes" Blitz asmitted. Millie's eyes were narrowed with rage, but she took a deep, calming breath, acting against every instinct in her body that was telling her to pin Blitz to the fucking ground and murder him. But she didn't have time for that. Moxxie was probably spiraling right now, his chest likely swimming through the thrums of a panic attack. She stood up from her chair, "Millie" Blitz warned.

"Blitz, you are just..just" she snapped, before groaning, deciding that she would tear into him later, "i'm going to go talk to him" She finished simply, grabbing her bag and walking past Blitz, making her way towards the bathroom.

She was running so fast that once she got there, she skidded past on accident as she tried to stop. When she caught her footing, she slammed her way into the bathroom, busting through the door. She surveyed the area, noticing how all but one of the four stalls were open. She let out a soft sigh, before walking over to knock, "Moxxie?" She asked gently.

She could practically hear him tensing from the other side of the door, "I know you're in there. Can you let me in, sweetheart?"

"I'm so stupid" Moxxie mumbled, his voice distorted and muffled through the door. It sounded like he was talking into his arms, "I should have just been able to speak up before it got that bad. I should have told Blitz that I needed to go, I...I" he stuttered, "I'm pathetic."

Millie's eyes softened as she leaned against the door, "Oh, Moxxie...no, you aren't pathetic. Hey, why don't you tell me what was going through your mind, hm? What was happening in that big brain of yours?"

It was a tactic she often used to calm him down. When he talked about what he was thinking of, and why it seemed so impossible to ask for a break in the moment. They both knew why Moxxie hadn't gone.

"I was worried. That i'd be wasting time, or be annoying, or...or that he'd make fun of me, and tease me for it or not let me go" Moxxie mumbled.

"And," Millie began, "Blitz did do all of those things. But, I suppose most of it was him trying to tease you. To push your buttons, he...he didn't know you were already at your limit, baby. I'm not saying this so you'll forgive him, i'm saying it so you know that he didn't do it to humiliate you like this. Can you let me in, baby? I have the clothes."

She didn't get a verbal response, but she heard the click of the stall's lock, and watched as her husband slowly revealed himself, clearly embarrassed.

And Millie...well, she knew Moxxie didn't have accidents often. Usually, she was able to catch onto his shifting and squirming before it got too bad, and she would encourage him to go to the bathroom. But satan, when he did have an accident, it tugged at her heart strings in ways she couldn't quite describe. He looked truly ashamed, and completely humiliated. She wanted to take him home and spoil him. She wanted to draw him a nice, warm bubble bath and tenderly wash him clean, peppering kisses all over him as she did so.

"Okay, baby. We're going to relax in the bath later, okay? But for now let's clean you up as best as we can" Millie told him.

Moxxie nodded, "Thanks, Millie. And i'm...i'm sorry that you have to deal with this."

Her heart spiked in her chest, and she placed a kiss on his nose, "you silly little imp! I love you. I chose this life with you, bladder shy or not. And hey, this was just a minor set back, you've been making incredible progress lately! Nobody can blame you for being so scared, especially after your childhood."

Moxxie smiled, a small genuine smile and caught Millie's lips in a light kiss, "Thank you, honey. Could you uh...let me change now? I'm extremely uncomfortable right now, physically and emotionally."

"Of course, Mox."

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Blitz began to pace the floors as be waited for the couple to return. He expected death, and he expected it the moment Millie laid her eyes on him—like he would just self implode under her gaze—but that didn't end up happening, and Millie didn't lunge at him like he thought she would. She simply glared at him, "Moxxie put in a good word for you. He said you guys already talked, and asked me not to hurt you."

"Oh! Oh, thank God—is he okay?" Blitz asked sincerely.

"You can ask him yourself" Millie said as she pulled Moxxie into the room. He was in different clothes. He was still staring at his feet and his cheeks were faintly flushed—but he looked okay. He didn't have tears in his eyes and he was no longer so upset that he was sniffling.

"Moxxie..." Blitz began quietly, before walking over slowly. He sighed, "okay. Let's bring it in" he joked, opening his arms. Moxxie's mouth dropped in shock, but he stepped forward enough to where Blitz could pull him into a hug, "Look, Moxxie. I'm so sorry. I really am—I fucked up bad."

Moxxie hugged him back, "it's okay, sir. You just...didn't think too far ahead" he chuckled.

Blitz laughed a little as well, shaking his head, "I barely thought at all" they pulled away from the hug but still stayed close, "I just thought it would be funny to piss you off. But then...you pissed yourself so it wasn't fun anymore."

Moxxie giggled, and Blitz smiled, "yeah, after that puddle I know you need a shower. You and Mills can take the rest of the day off, okay champ?" He asked, punching Moxxie's shoulder lightly.

"Blitz!" Moxxie chastised jokingly.

"That's my name! Don't wear it out" Blitz said, "now you two can get going. Have some laid back relaxing time or whatever the hell you get up to in your spare time, you freaks."

"Okay, thanks Blitz" Moxxie smiled.

"It's literally the least I could do" Blitz deadpanned, "Plus, Millie might still kill me, so."

"Damn right" Millie growled, "Come on, Mox. I can't look at his face right now. I mean, it's hard to look at at usually anyways, but right now I can't control myse—"

"Hey now!" Blitz called after them, "the fuck did that mean?!"

Millie and Moxxie laughed their ways out of the office at Blitz's genuine shock, and Loona snorted, burying her face in her phone.

Blitz shook his head fondly. Everything was going to be just fine. Moxxie was going to be okay, and their relationship was still good.

A/n: Okay I really love this one so be nice🙏🙏🙏

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