#Blitzo Hb

[cloudyvulpine]

Blitzø calls him Sotls bc he stols his heart

[wuawuau]

some more incorrect quotes

[in-the-words-of-the-hellaverse]

Blitzø: I think Stolas is actually in love with me.

Fizzarolli: Congratulations, you're the last to know.

[girlboypersonthingy]

I NEEED possessive Blitzø after striker was flirting with reader in season 1 episode 5

maybe leading to yknow

can I be 💿 anon?

I’m literally screaming over this request, holy shit! Yes yes yes, been craving some Blitzø writing. I’ve finally made it 😮‍💨 of course you can be 💿 anon. You’re actually the first anon to claim an emoji! So yeah…thanks for requesting, nonnie. Enjoy! 🖤

Notes: gn!reader, established relationship

TW: not really smut but very suggestive, still gender neutral reader, making out, heavy touching, a little dirty talk, teasing, Blitzø using his tail 🤤 possessive Blitzø 18+ only please

Blitzø x reader - Jealousy 🥀

Watching from your spot in the bleachers, sat beside Moxxie and Millie, you let your pride and admiration for Blitzø burst out of you in the form of screaming, cheering and clapping. Of course Blitzø just had to participate in the pain games. You watched as he showed off his skills, stamina and strength all day during the pain games and, to put it simply, you were in awe of him. He and that shady farm hand, Striker, were neck and neck all day. Sure, you’ve seen him at work before, you’ve watched him take the lives of so many living people, you’ve watched him take on unexpected enemies with ease…but this was just a game. Some harvest festival bullshit, that’s what he called it. If that’s all it is, why is he trying so hard to beat some dumb farm hand? Regardless of his reasoning, you supported him through and through, cheering him on from the audience as Stolas announces him and Striker to be tied for first place. “FUCK YEAH, BLITZ!!! WHOOOO!!!”

Hearing his name bellow from your chest in a high pitched yell caught his attention, head turning towards the sound as his eyes lock onto you sitting in the crowd. A smile tugs at his lips as he lifts one of his big hands to give you a wave. Simultaneously, Striker shoots you a devious glare, smirking as he winks at you and waves his hand back at you. The sight of him looking at you with those eyes just…made you shiver. What a creep. Did he really think you were waving at him? As if! But now you notice Blitzø frowning, teeth bared and hands now balled up into tight fists of rage. He was fuming, looking as if he was actively growling and you could see him shaking slightly.

Finally, Blitzø stomps his way off the stage and is on his way to you. This prompts you to jump up and go to him. Carefully shuffling through the crowd, you find Blitzø still looking more pissy than usual. “Hey, you kicked ass, babe! You totally deserved first place. Fuck that other guy.” Your immediate shit talking brings a smirk to Blitzø’s face for just a second before it turns back to a bitter frown. “Blitz�� You did your best and I think your best is waaaaay better than that stupid, tacky cowboy and-“

Without letting you get another word in, without even worrying about the fact that you’re in a crowd of wrathians right now, Blitzø grips your wrist and yanks you into him. His lips come smashing into yours, almost painfully at first, but it soon becomes a sloppy, soft, open mouth kiss. And then his other hand falls on your hip for a moment before sliding down to gently fondle your ass. As your lips move messily against his, a surprised ‘hmph!’ comes from your throat when you feel his hand give your butt a squeeze. Quickly pulling back and sucking in a breath, “Blitzø! What’s gotten into you?” You ask with a shy smile, watching as he stumbles further towards you, practically drunk off your lips. “I’m better than him?” He repeats what you had said just a minute ago, his eyes now hungry and darting all over your face and body. “Psh! Of course you are.” Responding with another quick kiss to his lips, you watch as his smile gradually widens, his eyes never leaving your now blushy face.

Then it dawns on you- oh my god he’s jealous. You think back to when you had first met Striker and Millie’s parents, the way Striker was looking you up and down, when he kissed the back of your hand and called you ‘gorgeous’. Yuck. Makes you cringe just thinking about him touching you. What was it he said to you? Something like... ‘You probably have a man, considering how good lookin’ you are…but you should forget about him and come visit me in my room tonight, little one. I’ll show you what a real man is like.’ That’s probably what has Blitzø so annoyed and needy for you…and so pissed that he was tied for first place with that asshole.

Suddenly, Blitzø is dragging you along behind him as you both push through the crowd and make your way back to Millie’s parents’ house. “You okay?” You question softly from behind him. “I will be.” He responds immediately, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing from his tone of voice. In a flash, he’s got you into the guest room he was staying in, flattened out against the bed with him on top of you, his lips unforgiving and desperate against your own.

“Oh~ Jeez, Blitz…Im only yours. You know that right?.” Your lips part finally but he moves back in fast, his lips meeting your neck and slowly kissing down your chest. “Mhm. Tell me more.” He commands between kisses then lets his long, forked tongue drag along your exposed collar bone. “Ah~! I’m all yours. You’re the only one I w-want…fuck.” You lose all focus as Blitzø’s tail slithers up and around your thigh, the pointed end of it gently swiping up and down your crotch. “Blitzzzzz…” Your own moan surprises you a bit but when you look down at Blitzø still enjoying the taste of your collar bone, he’s obviously enjoying this waayyyy too much.

“C’mon…tell me more.” He carefully but firmly grips your face in his hand, his face just inches from yours now and he looks deadly serious, his big eyes searching your face. He’s making you look at him, despite how red your face is and how badly you want to find another spot to rest your gaze. “Who do you belong to?” It comes out of him in a low growl, his mouth back against your skin. “You. You, baby. I’m all yours, Blitz.” You take a moment to enjoy the feeling of his teeth scraping against your neck. “Listen…If this is about when Striker hit on me earlier, you know I-“

“Don’t… don’t say his name. Ever again.” His tone is almost frightening but the expression of pride and satisfaction on his face makes you bite down hard on your lip, your legs quivering as his tail continues to tickle up against your inner thigh. “S-s-sorry…” is all you can mumble out before impulsively reaching up to grab his face and bring it close to yours, continuing the make out session. “Keep saying my name.” He groans into the kiss as your hands begin to travel his body, feeling up his chest and down his sides.

“F-fuuck~ Blitz. Oh! Hmmmm~ Blitz, I love you…I’m all yours, B-Blitzzzzz~.” And now he just can’t control himself, physically or verbally. He completely unravels right before your eyes, huffing as his hands grip your hips, tugging at the waist band of your pants. “Fuuuuuck~ you’re so hot. Yeah, baby. You’re aaaaalllll mine. Only I get to have you like this, only I get to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.” The dirty talk is starting to get to both of you, pulling whines and whimpers from you as Blitzø starts to literally rip your clothes- not fully rip them off of you but his grip on the belt loops of your jeans right now is almost scary. The tighter he grips, the more you hear the seams of the clothing popping.

Just when you thought he would finally yank your pants off and fuck the shit out of you, Blitzø pulls back, checks his phone, then uses the waist band of your pants to pull you up to your feet. He pushes you towards the door, placing a hard smack to your ass before again nudging you forward. “W-what? Where are we-“ You ask, confused and weak at the knees. He holds up his phone, showing a text from Moxxie about Striker and his plan to kill Stolas. “We got a tacky cowboy to get rid of.” You sigh and trudge forward, disappointed and extremely horny now.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.” Blitzø grabs ahold of your hand and gives you a flirty look as he continues walking. He gestures back at the bed behind you two. “I’ll be sure to pound you into that mattress so hard you won’t even remember that piece of shit’s name.”

[frostninja007]

(Helluva Boss) You Destroy Everything!

SPOILERS FROM THE NEW EP!!!

Here's some angst art inspired from the latest ep, and let's just say... it was intense 🥲

I hope y'all like it OwO

Helluva Boss Belongs To Vivziepop

[jubileemon]

Blitzo's Hallucination Scene

Blitzo's dream reveals much about his psyche along with why he acts the way he does...

Take note of how Verosika treats Blitzo. Striker and Fizzaroli throw around and mock him for his loneliness, while she crawls towards him and calls him out for pushing away those that get close, at most grabbing his face for emphasis. This hints heavily that Verosika really loved Blitzo and Blitzo knew, but then he sabotaged the relationship.

The hallucinations of Striker, Fizzaroli, and Verosika speak with Blitzo's voice rather than those of their voice actors. Blitzo is criticizing himself for his own insecurities and toxic behavior.

Adding to the above, Moxxie's voice is unchanged, but his body flickers between his normal art style and the crude drawing style Blitzo's used in the past. While the other hallucinations speak to Blitzo's insecurities about himself, Moxxie just blathers on in fancy language without really saying anything of value. Much as Blitzo wants to think that that's how Moxxie is, he knows it isn't true, hence the flickering between real and unreal. Also, why is Moxxie phasing in and out of Blitzo's drawing style? Looks like Blitzo is still upset about Moxxie criticizing his art skills...

None of Blitzo's family shows up during the hallucination, not even his disapproving father who would presumably be a big source of Blitzo's insecurity. That's because his interactions with Robo-Fizz, Verosika, and Striker were all very recent, meaning that the emotional wounds they inflicted were still fresh in Blitzo's mind. Not to mention that the Truth Bomb gas dissipates fairly quickly. It's possible that it could have dredged up Blitzo's family had it lingered for longer.

Blitzo's mind is drenched in mud. Aside from signifying how Blitzo feels lower than dirt, mud in dreams symbolizes insecurity, uncertainty, and an inability to find your footing. All things that Blitzo has been struggling with. The mud disappears once Stolas arrives, though some of it coats the staircase for a little longer. Stolas is a reassuring presence in Blitzo's life on some level, but Blitzo still isn't one hundred percent sure if he will stick around.

Blitzo climbs the golden stairs to get away from Fizzaroli, Verosika, and Striker only to see Stolas waiting at the top, being fanned by two clones of himself. Rather than run in another direction, Blitzo keeps climbing, almost crawling towards him. The clown outfit that Blitzo had been wearing is replaced by his normal outfit, but golden chains form around his wrists and neck, led by a chain pulled by Stolas.

This single scene explains so much about Stolas and Blitzo's relationship to one another; Blitzo gained a new life and dignity (the clothes) thanks to Stolas, but his entire assassination business is now dependent on Stolas' grimoire, making Blitzo feel trapped (the chains) under the owl's whims. Stolas might actually be in love with Blitzo, but because of this dynamic, Blitzo feels like it's nothing more than a master toying with their pet. It also explains why Blitz seemed so reluctant to be near Stolas in the past: his self-deprecation and tendency to push people away makes him believe that once Stolas grows bored of him, he'll discard him and he'll lose everything, so he doesn't want to get attached.

[tenshiharmonia]

To be fair, Blitz did say in Seeing Stars that his dick is good ; he never said anything about his tongue…

[hushfluffles]

Day 7, i accidentally drew loona smaller (requests open, state in comment section)

[friend-myth-kill]

Friend: befriend them Myth: mythologize them/worship them/they can't kill me if they aren't real Kill: kill them

[blitzsicedcoffee]

My absolute favorite scenes when "I" think Blitz is his absolute cutest. (Like ones that always make me laugh from cuteness when I rewatch)

[cloudyvulpine]

what if Blitzø is so keen on believing in ghosts because he doesn't want to think about his mom being gone forever

[wuawuau]

I've been wanting to do some hb incorrect quotes for a while and of course it had to be about stolas

I will probably en up doing more, these are fun!

[girlboypersonthingy]

Imagine blitzø's reaction if he was hooking up with you for the first time and he discovered you have a horse tattoo 😂 man would lose his damn mind lol

-🐈‍⬛ hazbinshusk

THIS…I BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR MONTHS OMFGGGGG sorry again for being gone forever.

TW: like almost smut but not quite, 18+ on this post,

Notes: LISTEN it’s been a minute since I’ve written anything okay? Take it easy on me. Blitzø invites reader to Ozzie’s when spying on Mox and Mills instead of Stolas. He takes reader home after aaaaand 👉���� not full sex so this is GN reader. Couldn’t think of a title for the life of me…anyways ENJOY~

As your hands roam slowly and aimlessly across his shoulders and neck, Blitzø keeps both his claws glued to your hips as he kisses you. He kisses you messily, happily but without much care. He’s pretty drunk…and ready for a good end to a shitty night. “Fuuuuuuuck…you’re like the hottest thing that’s ever agreed to hook up with me.” He pulls away now- well, he stumbles away before chuckling softly. Blitzø leans against the door frame of his apartment, fumbling with his keys as his eyes examine every inch of you. “Why…are you letting me do this again?” After several seconds of him jingling the keys around without even looking, you can’t help but laugh at him. He looks less serious and lustful suddenly, now more genuinely confused and legitimately questioning.

“Hurry up and open the door, stupid.” You reply with a mischievous smirk then swoop in quickly to kiss his face as you palm his half-hard cock through his pants. Blitzø’s insecurities and lingering sober thoughts are washed away by the feeling of you all over him. The feeling is so spectacular that…He drops his keys…then mumbles some incoherent curse words under his breath before capturing your lips with his own. As you gently moan into the affectionate kiss, he leans down to grab the keys very slowly, making you smile against his lips but follow along, gradually lowering down to the floor as you keep your mouth on his.

Finally, after a few seconds of swapping spit with the imp before you, he breaks the kiss and grabs you by the arm, yanking you up with him. That hot, slow and clumsy kiss seemed to sober him up for a second, just long enough for him to get the door unlocked and open. A growl leaves his throat as his smile grows ear to ear, all the while he’s grabbed ahold of your waist and begun guiding you backwards into the open doorway of his home. His lips find yours again, his sharp teeth teasing your bottom lip painfully, his hands grip and then loosen and then tighten again on your sides. Muffled yelps and soft sighs sound from you as you allow him to take you where he wants you.

Before long, you’re sort of turned to the side by his guiding hands, shuffling backwards and FLOP! Your back meets the couch and a few seconds later, Blitzø’s body is flush against yours, lips back into a rhythm with yours. Your fingers feel his warm skin. Holy shit, is he shirtless? How did he manage that so fast? Blitzø lets his hands venture over your chest and stomach briefly before he’s tugging at your top, wanting that skin to skin contact with you immediately. Your hands attempt to help him in getting rid of your shirt but you just sort of get in his way.

Blitzo huffs and grabs your wrists, pinning your hands above your head as he glares down at you. His eyes look over your face, his smile only getting bigger as he watches you wiggle and tug against him. Without a word, he releases your wrists and goes back to your shirt, getting it off easily this time around. That gesture left you a bit stunned, definitely excited and throbbing between your thighs.

As soon as your shirt has been tossed to the ground, Blitzø has his mouth all over you. His knee slides up between your thigh and puts pressure where you need it most, his long tongue softly teases at your neck and collar bones as his hands fumble with the hem of your pants. His knee presses further, his hands squeeze your thighs and hips repeatedly as he sucks and bites a mark onto your shoulder. As soft moans and quickening breaths leave you, it’s all becoming too much. It’s too difficult to wait any longer. You have to speak up, tell him what you want or he’s gonna go on teasing forever I’m sure-

“HOLY FUCKING HELL!!! YOU-YOU HAVE- WOW HAHA OH MY GOD. CAN YOU BE ANYMORE PERFECT?!” His words jolt you from your place of building pleasure, making you sit up a bit and eye him. Blitzø is leaning back now, admiring the art work on your body. Regardless of its back story…you have a horse tattoo. And horses happen to be one of Blitz’s favorite animals so yeah, he gets excited and has to geek out for a moment. “Ugghhhh you’re so fucking hot…” He groans in disbelief of his current situation, rubbing his forehead as he continues to admire your half naked body and the tattoo(s) that decorate it.

Of course, you decide to tease him on this. “Oh you like horses huh?” Your smile is huge, matching Blitzø’s now. “I do~” He says in a deep and hushed voice, leaning in closer and closer. His breath smells like alcohol and his eyes are trained on your mouth and the way your lips move as you speak. “Me too. I’d say I’m a pretty good rider~” Your snarky wink and quick reply nearly has Blitzø foaming at the mouth.

“Oh. My.- Get over here.” Before you can argue with him, Blitzø stands up off the couch and pulls you along with him. In an instant, he’s fully stripped both of you of your clothes now. Blitzø slumps back into the couch, his erection hard and as eager as he is. He puts his hands behind his head before giving you a searing stare down, his eyes lingering on your awaiting crotch.

“Okay, cowboy. Show me whatcha got~”

[in-the-words-of-the-hellaverse]

Blitzø: Let’s not Moxxie this into a worse situation than it already is. Moxxie: Did you just use my name as a verb?

[niroke]

All things considered it could have been worse

[thegaymer-c0mms-open]

grave conditions