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hazbinshusk · 1 day ago
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blitzø x f!reader. another wonderful request that's been waiting far too long. blitzø walks in you during a private moment and is far too entertained to be convinced to leave. and what he offers you... can you say no in your current state? 1.5k.
or, simply, blitzø walks in on you masturbating.
featuring: masturbation, sex toys, voyuerism, a cocky blitzø, oral sex (f!receiving).
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“Oh, fuck…” you groan, eyes rolling back behind their half-closed lids as you press the vibrator more firmly against your clit. It pulses in a way that makes your jaw clench, your hips rising off the mattress. “Fuuuck…”
You moan as you press the toy inside yourself, pumping it slowly so with each push it sinks another inch into your soaking cunt. You ache with the feeling of it, tilting it each time you pull it out to bump it against your clit again before fucking it into you again.
Your other hand ghosts your fingertips up over your hip, your stomach, coming up to squeeze your breast. You whimper as your palm grazes your nipple, biting your lip against another moan as you pinch it and tug, feeling it tighten and harden under your touch.
“Satan’s… fuck, Blitz…”
“Heh.” An obnoxious voice sounded from the other side of the room, and your eyes flash open. “I knew you wanted me.”
You shoot up, grabbing a pillow and shielding your body with it. Your whole body shudders despite your mortification as the vibrator still pulses inside you and it slips out onto the sheets between your thighs, the vibrations obvious and loud against the sheets. “Blitz! What the—the fuck are you doing in here?”
The imp smirks from where he stands leaning cockily against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. His tail curls and unfurls, whipping behind him almost predatorily. “You called me in here.”
“Not in my— my house, Blitz,” you snap, your face stained dark with your embarrassment. You hug the pillow tighter against yourself, one arm banded around it to hide your chest, the other pressing the corner of it down between your thighs. Even feeling the dull sensations of the vibrations on the mattress beneath you is enough to make you quiver. Or maybe that’s… fuck, he’s still staring at you. “What are you doing in my house?”
He shrugs a shoulder, glowing eyes still set on you with a tingling intensity. “Got bored. Thought we’d watch a movie. Didn’t know I was gonna get a live show.”
“How’d you even—” you break off, pointing a hand towards the door over his shoulder imperiously. “I don’t care, just… for the love of Satan, please. Get. Out.”
Blitzø’s smile widens, his eyes falling to where the pillow had wilted, to where your nipple peeks out from behind the plush cushion. You don’t notice immediately, and Blitzø has the audacity to move further into the room. “Is that what you want?”
The tone of his voice drops into something huskier, teasing… and it’s enough to make your breath hitch. You can feel your thighs are slick with your own cum, and even without the vibrator against your clit, your excitement hasn’t waned. If anything, the tingling that runs down your back and lingers in your breasts makes you bite your lip.
Your words come shakily, and you curse yourself for it. “Wh-what are you… talking about?”
“Sure you don’t want me to stay?” he asks you tauntingly, still approaching the bed. His tail switches back and forth behind him slowly. “Preeeeetty sure you were just beggin’ for my help…”
“Blitz…” you mean it warningly, you do, but your voice is too breathless to be convincing. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he continues, planting his hands on the edge of the bed and leaning towards you. “Don’t ya want me to show ya just how good the fantasy is as a real fuckin’ technicolour fuck?”
You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry.
Blitzø jumps up onto the bed, crawls towards you. If possible, your face flushes further as he pauses to pick up the toy still dancing against the sheets. He holds it up beside his face, tongue darting out teasingly as though to lick it. “Ugh, Blitz—!”
He snickers, turning it off and tossing it aside. It lands with a dull thump on the other side of the bed. “Stop panickin’, tits. I prefer it right from the source.”
Blitzø runs his hands up your bare calves, takes hold of your knees and pushes them wider apart from where they’re still clenched around the pillow. You catch his smirk in the moment he leans forward, and without thinking, you reach up and wrap your hand around the back of his head and pull him into a kiss.
He grins against your lips, tongue sliding eagerly into your mouth to meet yours. You whine into his kiss, feel his teeth graze your bottom lip for a second before he sucks it gently, pressing his forehead against yours long enough for you both to catch your breath. Then his mouth is on yours again, swallowing the sound of surprise you make when he tugs the pillow out from between the two of you.
He urges you onto your back, laying you out completely bare beneath him. You feel his hand take hold of your hip, his claws digging into the flesh there firmly enough for them to prick your skin. He lets the kiss linger until you whimper into it, your body arching up off the sheets damp with your cum.
He pulls back with a cocksure grin curving his lips. “Just how often do ya think about me when you play with yourself?”
You snake a hand between the two of you to squeeze the bulge between his legs. Blitzø groans, eyes rolling back, and he ruts himself against your palm. “Same question, B.”
He snickers, kissing you again before lowering himself down your naked form, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your heated skin. You moan as his lips and tongue find your breasts, first one, then the other, lingering long enough to suck bruises into the soft, supple flesh. He grazes the point of a fang over the tender point of your nipple and your body jolts, a breathless, surprised little “haaah” escaping you.
He grins at your reaction, hand smoothing down the outside of your thigh as he smacks a loud, childish kiss against your sternum. Blitzø continues his path down your body, inhaling deeply when he reaches the apex of your thighs.
“Fuck…” he mutters, his breath tickling against your wet flesh. He doesn’t give you a chance to formulate a response; burying his face between your thighs and sliding his tongue against your cunt. The groan he lets out at the taste of you echoes your moan, your head falling back against the pillows. Blitzø hooks his hand under your thigh and hooks it over his shoulder, rolling his tongue against your clit hungrily. “Fuck, you taste like pure fucking… sex…”
You clutch at his horns with both hands, pushing your hips up to meet his mouth. Blitzø grins into your cunt as he lets you fuck his face, flicking his tongue over your clit again before sliding his it deep into your quivering pussy.
“Oh, shit, Blitz!” your voice is torn and broken with need, and he rewards the sound by touching two fingers to your clit. He teases it in tandem with the way he fucks you with his tongue, and your eyes roll back, your body tensing against the feeling of it. “Fuck, that’s— ohhh…”
Blitzø quickens his pace and you keen, fingers digging into the keratin of his horns as you cum against his mouth. He withdraws his tongue from your cunt only to return it to your clit, both hands grasping a firm hold of your hips, forcing them down against the mattress. He holds you in place and your upper body lifts, curling forward at the never-ending assault he gives your clit.
Blitzø doesn’t let up until there are tears burning in your eyes and you’re begging him to stop, tugging hard at his horns in the hope of easing the tension that keeps winding up and snapping inside you. Blitzø laughs into your cunt and even that is too much, and you squeeze your thighs so tight around his face he has to force your legs apart again.
The imp licks his lips, wipes his mouth with his sleeve as he crawls back up your body. The cocky grin is back, and he braces himself up over you. He presses his hips teasingly forward, and even the brush of his clothed erection against your over-sensitised cunt makes you twitch.
“And that,” Blitzø says, watching with a smirk as you try to steady your breath. “Is why I don’t knock.”
You manage to scoff, rolling your eyes. You shove at his chest, and he laughs again. “That is not the lesson here.”
“No?” he arches a brow, and you hear him fumble one-handed with the front of his pants. “Pretty sure it is.”
“Pretty sure it’s not, Bli—” you break off with another moan as he suddenly slides his cock up between your thighs. “Damn it, Blitz… fuck…”
“You wanna try and convince me otherwise?” he asks teasingly, rocking his hips until the head of his cock just presses into your cunt. Your hips rise reflexively, and you whine as the movement draws him a few inches deeper. Blitzø moans, face falling against your shoulder for a moment. He pulls back again, corkscrewing his hips slowly, slowly into yours. “You might wanna do it without moaning, tits.”
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time-was-over · 11 months ago
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if i see one more fucking person say ‘straight aro/ace people aren’t lgbt+’ i’m lighting you on fire
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waltricia · 6 months ago
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Tick Tock.
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call-me-copycat · 4 months ago
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The leaks!! I'm so sad yet happy Horikoshi is going to get some rest now ( ´・ω ก` )
My heart is tender right now, it hurts a little ૮( ̳ т ̫ т ̳ )ა
(Leaks below)
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Ahh it's too much to see them as adults! They all look so nice, I'm proud (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)
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Shinso has long hair now? Not what I expected (I didn't recognize him at first >⁠.⁠<)
I do miss his boyish nature though ( ´ㅁ` ; ) He's too cool!
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But you go and see that Aizawa has cut his hair (ahh it reminds me of his student days) ๐·°(৹˃ᗝ˂৹)°·๐
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Midoriya Sensei? Ahh it does make sense, he'd be a wonderful teacher ( ˶'ᵕ'˶)و
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Bakugo giving his hand to Deku. It comes full circle now, I've always loved that theme of giving one's hand to another in MHA (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)
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Full spread.
So many new things starting (ㅎ.ㅎ )
All Might has certainly aged ( ˵> <˵ )
It's so nice seeing that same perspective of someone standing in front of UA! I remember the first season when Deku first got accepted, along with the one where Aizawa as a teen stood in front of UA just like that (◍´͈ ᵕ `͈ ◍)
Ah! It's too nostalgic! 。⁠:゚⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)゚⁠:⁠。
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I wonder, is this his dad? He looks a lot like Mr. Compress ‎(´-ᴗ-⸝⸝ก)
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It was Compress, I jumped ahead! But, I didn't see Deku's dad anywhere O⁠_⁠o
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This along with the One Piece tribute chapter! I can't handle all these emotions!
I grew up with My Hero Academia, it was my childhood (๑•́︿•̀๑)
It really helped me through some hard times, and I've used it as my crutch for so long that it's a an odd feeling to see it go (⁠。⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)
In the end, I'm glad I got to experience it! And I'll forever continue to be reminded of it due to the impact its had on my life (*´∀`*)
So, thank you My Hero Academia.
But most importantly: Thank you Horikoshi! For giving us everything you've got!
In the end, all I can really say is -
Go Beyond! Plus Ultra! (。•̀ᴗ-)و ̑̑✧
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virtualplushy · 7 months ago
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spade-riddles · 6 months ago
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beastdaughters · 10 months ago
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sunniewr · 1 year ago
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ᥴ᥆᪾ׁꨤ꯭𝖾nׄ𝖽᥆᪾ׁ⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀𝄄𝄄𝄄⠀⠀㌻⠀⠀⠀͜⠀ׂ͜⠀⠀𝗒⍺꯭k꯭ׄ𝒾𝘴᥆᪾ׁ𝖻͜⍺⠀⠀:
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⠀𝗰᥆᪾ׁ𝗺⠀⠀..⠀⠀𓋜⠀⠀▭⠀⠀♡⠀⠀𝐕᥆᪾ׁ𝗰𝖾⠀⠀✷⃞'✿⠀
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clockbreadcroi · 2 years ago
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lord these three took forever to make. timekeeper cookie murals! based on the moonlight cookie ones that i saw :) the one on the left is a fanmade costume designed by me!
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alex-frostwalker · 5 months ago
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A small portal opens up and a Wally AU walks through happily “Hello! I am Discarded!”
"Oh? Another Wally AU?"
Wally, walks back to the other Wally who walked out of the portal.
"Hello, Discarded. I'm Timekeeper Wally. You can call me TK if you like.. Ha ha ha."
He bowed as he greet them.
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orionspritesstuff · 4 months ago
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lowbloods of my fansession
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hazbinshusk · 4 months ago
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okay so this one could be a shot in the dark…. but maybe blitz catches some sort of flu that isn’t awful, but it’s bad enough that he should stay home, and reader has to practically pull him away from the door so that he doesn’t go to work -🕰️
🕰️ anon back again with another sweet request. combined with a kiss prompt because they tickled my brain together.
prompt #40: an impulsive kiss.
“For fuck’s sake, Blitz, go back to bed.” you groan, getting up from where you were sitting cross-legged on the floor. The imp has clambered up off the couch, stumbling and swearing as the blankets you’d heaped on him tangled around his legs. He lands face down on the floor, cursing into the carpet. “Fucking… damn it, Blitz!”
You grab his arm and haul him to his feet, far gentler than your tone would have suggested. He shoves you off, only to fall into a fit of overly-dramatic sneezes. Rolling your eyes, you lead him back to the couch and force him back down onto it.
Loona had texted you early that morning to ask you to keep an eye on the imp – he was out with some kind of flu, and with work piling up at the office, she was needed to use the grimoire. You, on the other hand… Moxxie and Millie could handle it without you.
“’m fuckin’ find,” Blitzø gripes, shaking off your arm.
“Uh-huh,” you reply dryly, handing him the cold medicine you’d brought with you. “Clearly, if you’re pronouncing it ‘find’.”
He glares at you, refusing to accept the bottle. You roll your eyes again, setting the medication aside. “The fuck are you here for?”
“Because Loona asked me to be,” you say simply, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. “Now, will you get some rest? Please?”
Blitzø stares blankly at you for a few moments before he blinks and shakes his head. “I gotta go to work.”
Before you can react, he’s clambering over the back of the couch, and you sigh as his foot catches on his tail and he falls back onto the floor with a thump. How the same man you’ve seen effortlessly slaughter how many humans now could be so damn clumsy in his own home, you have no goddamn idea.
“You can’t go to work,” you argue, rounding the couch as he’s pulling his coat on over the t-shirt and boxers he slept in. “Blitz, you’re head is so stuffed full of crap right now that it just took you like, two full minutes to process the question I asked you. You can not be going on a job today.”
“Oh, puh-lease,” he says, his attempt at swagger ruined when he wipes his nose on his sleeve. He's still barefoot, and makes no move to find his boots before reaching for the door. “I can do this murder shit blindfolded and with my dick crammed down someone’s throat, I don’t need—”
He breaks into a coughing fit.
“Okay, your weird sexual fantasies aside—”
“Lemme go!” he tries to shake off your arm as you grab it, pulling him away from the door. “Christ on a fuckin’ stick, bitch, I’m not si—”
You sigh, grab him by the shoulder and a horn and shove him back against the door, your lips meeting his before you can talk yourself out of it. Blitzø’s hands are still raised in shock for a few moments before you feel them lower and he’s pressing himself against you and into the kiss.
Your face is burning when you pull away, but your heart flutters slightly despite yourself when you notice him lean forward slightly, eyes still closed, as though to chase your lips. He blinks a few times dizzily, confusion breaking through the foggy look in his eyes.
Then, he coughs once and grins, all fang and snide self-confidence. “Fuckin’ knew you wanted me.”
You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you feel his tail against the side of your thigh, pointing at the couch. “Yeah, yeah. You want that to happen again, you go and fucking nap, mister.”
“Ooh, never took you for a mommy domme, tits.” he says teasingly, and you curse under your breath. He snickers, coughing again as he passes you obediently. At least the kiss had been a shock enough to him to temporarily distract him from work.
“Oh, for the love of fuck, Blitz, I’m not.”
“Ohhhhh, so you wanna be the good girl for me then, huh?” he drops onto the couch, and you follow him around. He sits with his legs spread, and he pats his lap invitingly. “I can handle that.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes, instead bending over to bring yourself eye to eye with him. His gaze drops for a second down to your cleavage before returning to your face, and he leans in slightly for a kiss. You grab hold of one of his horns, stopping him in place. You were betting that he was so out of it that he wouldn’t even remember this conversation later, but still, you have to force yourself not to blush as you speak.
“Sure, you can, baby. But you wanna fuck around, I’m gonna need you to get better first.” you tell him, letting your eyes fall down over him suggestively before returning to his face. “Because before you get that dick of yours wet, I’m gonna need to find out what that tongue can do. And if you cough while you’re going down on me, I will kill you myself. Okay?”
Blitzø stares at you wide-eyed for a moment; long enough for you to wonder if any of what you just said actually made it through his flu-addled brain. Then he laughs, falling back against the couch. “Fuck, you’ve got a slutty mouth on you.”
“You have no idea,” you shoot back, tossing the medication into his lap. “Now, take a nap, damn it.”
“And then I get to fuck you?” he asks, then shrugs. He sneezes, his voice comes out gummy and thick with the flu. “Hell yeah.”
He unscrews the cough medicine and throws his head back, and you scramble to wrestle the bottle away from him before he can put himself into some kind of cough-syrup-induced coma.
“No! Fuck—Blitz, it doesn’t fucking work that—fuck!”
send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø
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time-was-over · 7 months ago
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i don’t think the cookies in cookie run have drugs that humans use. like if you asked a cookie ‘hey do you have cocaine’ they’d be like ‘? do you mean cocaine cookie? she’s right over there’ and then if you described cocaine to them they’d be like. ‘oh you mean hype sugar powder? no i can’t afford it sorry’
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supper-ansuta-broth · 15 days ago
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Hey all!
I'm not going to talk politics on this account, because that's not what this is about. I want this place to be a safe escape for people who need a break from a hostile world, and even if you aren't one of those people, I want everyone to have a good time here.
I am a disabled transgender man living in the United States, and as you may have heard, I and many, many others are not going through a good time right now. Because of this, I may take long hiatuses in between posts and updates. Being on Tumblr right now is not exactly high on my list of priorities.
I don't ask for any support, only understanding if I go dark. I'm safe, just trying to avoid yet another stressor in my life. This account has been a positive influence on my life, though, so if I am going to be anywhere on Tumblr, it'll be here!
Thank you in advance for your understanding! Take care of yourselves!
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call-me-copycat · 13 days ago
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Look at them! Ahh, it's so cool seeing them in color フッ(⸝⸝⸝≖ᴗ≖​⸝⸝)‧⁺✧*
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My friend @bokunocolor colored this! He has a lot of others to look at too! (Thanks again for the coloring!)
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virtualplushy · 2 months ago
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