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hazbinshusk · 1 month ago

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blitzø x afab!reader. when blitzø sees you stressing over your workload for a certain demanding overlord, the imp decides to help you unwind by fucking the problems out of your "pretty little head".

for the incredibly patient 🎀 anon. 1.8k

featuring: unprotected sex, dom!blitzø, a totally sandwiched-in reference to hazbin hotel, and overstimulation because they're both petty as shit.

“I ever tell you how fucking boring your job is?” Blitzø asks as he flings himself down on the couch beside you, half-finished iced coffee in hand. He kicks his feet out over the arm of the couch, dropping his head onto the cushion beside your thigh. “Woulda thought you gettin’ a paycheck from the biggest pimp in Hell would be at least a little fuckin’ exciting.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes as you rescue one of your folders from under his shoulder. “For the hundredth time, B. I don’t work for Valentino. I work for Vox.”

“Riiiiight…” he nods mockingly. “And he’s….?”

“The Media Overlord.”

“The one with a flat screen for a head, right?”

You don’t bother looking up from your work as you sort through them in search of a memo you were sure you’d just had in your hand. Paper wasn’t as convenient as a tablet, but working old school meant there was no possibility of your boss taking control of it at any given moment because he couldn’t be bothered to email. “That’s the one.”

“Gross.” Blitzø comments idly, swirling his coffee above him so that he can watch the ice cubes rattle together. “D’ya think he has to Windex his face after eating pussy?”

“For the love of God, Blitz!” you complain, and he cackles beside you. You can’t help but snort a laugh after a moment, and his grin widens triumphantly.

Setting his coffee on the table – thankfully missing the pile of papers you have strewn across the surface – he sits up, planting a hand on your thigh and leaning towards you in a way you know he means to be seductive. “Speakin’ of pussy…”

You sigh again, rolling your eyes towards the ceiling for a moment before turning and pressing a quick kiss to his nose. He wrinkles it in response, leans in again in an attempt to catch your lips with his. He frowns when you lean back slightly. “Hey. Get your stupid ass face back over here.”

You smile apologetically. “Honey. As much as I love the ham-fisted attempts at turning me on, I’ve got a tonne of work to do. Vox just announced some bullshit anti-Angel tech we don’t have for the next extermination and now we’ve got to somehow invent it before everyone finds out he’s full of shit.”

Blitzø gives you an exaggerated, mocking pout in response, leaning closer to you once again and lowering his voice to a more intimate, husky cadence. “Want some help?”

You raise a brow, heat flushing your cheeks and blooming low in your stomach as he presses his lips teasingly against the side of your throat. “You got some insight on how to take out exorcists I should… know about?”

Blitzø grins against your throat, and you hiss an inhale as his fangs graze against your pulse point. His hand wanders up over your thigh, and you catch hold of it before he can dip it between your thighs. His palm is burningly warm through the thin fabric of your yoga pants. “Maybe. Wanna fuck me to find out?”

You scoff a laugh, cut off when Blitzø crushes his lips against yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, pushing you back against the arm of the couch. You find yourself kissing him back for a few moments before you pull away, pushing him back with a hand on his chest. “I’ve got work, Blitz.”

“And I’m gonna help,” he coos, his hand sliding up between your thighs again. You whine as his cups your cunt briefly through your clothes before tugging the drawstring undone.

“How exactly?”

“By fucking those thoughts right outta ya pretty little head,” Blitzø coos mockingly. “Now take your fuckin’ pants off.”

You cough out a laugh, the sound turning to a yelp of surprise as he rolls you onto your knees. He takes a firm, possessive hold of your hips and forces you up against the arm of the sofa. You brace yourself against it, thrilling when he presses his hips up against your ass. You can feel how hard he is, and he grinds his hips up against you and groans, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing.

“Blitz, I have to wo—”

“Shut the fuck up and just accept you’re gonna cum first,” he eye-rolls, and your retort comes as a soft, throaty moan as he slides his hand up between your thighs. He practically growls the next words, leaning over your back to press a kiss to your shoulder. “That’s my good girl.”

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Blitzø corkscrews his hips into yours in a mockingly slow, even pace, groaning as he bottoms out inside you. His claws are digging possessively into your hips, his tail curled around your thigh. You reach back with one hand to cover one of his, your fingers digging into the back of his hand each time he thrusts into you.

“Blitz…” you moan, a crease between your brows. You can feel sweat against your brow, on the small of your back, your body, your nipples tingling now they’ve been bared to the room. You press your forehead against the arm of the couch, eyes screwed shut. “Fuck…”

“You know what ya gotta do, princess.” You can hear the smirk in Blitzø’s voice even as it breaks with his own need. He presses his forehead against your spine, cradling it between your shoulder blades, and you shiver as you feel the sharp points of his teeth graze against your back. He’s been fucking you like this – slow and deep – for too long; you need it harder. When you make move to touch your clit, he grabs hold of your hand, pinning it against your quivering thigh. “No way, bitch. Say it for me… fuck, you’re like a wet fuckin’ silk…”

His cock brushes up against that sensitive spot inside you and your eyes roll back, and when his hair winds through your hair to tug your head back, you keen. “Fu—please, Blitz, please…”

“Fuckin’ finally,” Blitzø sighs, snickering as he finally increases the rhythm of his hips. He fucks himself into you hard, the sound of flesh meeting flesh joining the breathless little ‘ahh’s’ you let out each time he fucks himself into you, He releases your hand and it immediately goes to your clit, and you shudder at the first touch. “Satan’s dick, you needy slut… fuuuck, you’re tight… so fuckin’ wet…”

“S-sit back,” you say, urging his hands away from your hips. Blitzø’s pace slows, and you raise your voice, swallowing back some of the breathlessness. “Sit back.”

You can’t help but whimper as Blitzø pulls out of you, jumping as the imp smacks your ass before he does as you ask. You’re straddling his lap as soon as he’s settled, and he smirks cockily up at you, his eyes rolling back slightly as you lower yourself back onto his cock.

Blitzø clutches at your hips as you bring your mouth to his, and he moans into it as you slip your tongue past his lips. The imp’s tail entangles with yours, claws digging deep into your tender flesh as you fuck yourself over his lap. Grinding with each drop of your hips, you whine against his lips as your clit grazes against the line of his hips.

“Ho-ly shit,” he grunts, pressing his hips up into yours with each rolling thrust. Your head tips back as he leaves biting, teasing kisses against your throat and chest. “Fuuuuck…”

Blitzø’s hands wander to your waist, then your ass, grasping so hard at the soft flesh that you’re certain he’s leaving marks. The idea thrills you, and you dig your nails into his shoulders until he hisses, dusting kisses over the top of his head and the base of his horns before bringing your mouth back down to his.

The two of you are playing at the edge of orgasm together, each desperate, claiming touch bringing the two of you closer to release, gasping and cursing. When you cum, it’s with his fingers quick against your clit and his cock buried deep inside your throbbing pussy. You shudder against him, pressing your body flush against his as you choke out his name. Blitzø uses the hand still clutching at your hip to urge you into continued movement, bouncing you on his cock despite the way your moans are becoming almost pained with the amount of stimulation coursing through you.

His fingers don’t ease up on your clit at all, and Blitzø groans strings of curse words as your cunt milks his cock. He buries his teeth in your shoulder as he cums too, and your breath catches in your throat as the pain sends you back over that edge. “Fuck, Blitz!”

You collapse against his chest, rolling your hips disjointedly over his as shivers rock through you. The imp groans behind gritted teeth, head falling back, as he struggles to steady himself. Your cunt tightening around him makes him whine, his exhale coming in a breathless, shaking laugh.

“Okay, okay… shit, I get it!” He finally stops teasing your clit, grabbing hold of your waist and forcing you to stop rocking over his lap. There are tears burning in your eyes, and you shudder into his chest as you try to catch your breath. “I get it, tits… Fuck, you keep goin’ and it’s gonna fall off.”

You giggle breathlessly into the side of his neck, and Blitzø drops a kiss to your temple. “Thank fuck.”

He snickers, cursing again as he lifts you off of his cock. “Feel better?”

You let yourself fall back so you’re stretched out on the cushions in front of him, knees bent as you push your thighs together. “Dunno. Still got a tonne of work to do.”

Blitzø huffs a dramatic sigh, making a show of rolling his eyes.

“Never fuckin’ satisfied, are ya?” He knocks your knees to the side with the back of his head, flopping down on top of you. You laugh painfully as it knocks the air out of you, and he grins almost fondly down at you, folding his arms over your chest and resting his chin on top of them. “Round two?”

You snort a laugh. “Oh, fuck you.”

He leans up to kiss you, letting it linger for a moment, his tail tapping against your ankle as it twitches back and forth. “That’s the idea, yeah.”

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dutifullyscreechingdragon · 6 months ago

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Blitzø x human! Assassin! Reader

Blooming feelings

Summary: After the first few murder fiascos, you and Blitzø start catching feelings for each other. His attempts on your life morph into dates and you can't take each other as seriously as you should on the battle ground.

A/n: heyyy, I'm sorry for the slightly belated posting. The last few days have been a bit haywire for me... Anyways, I hope you enjoy the part two. Here you have the links to all the parts currently available:

Part 1: First encounter

Part 2: Blooming feelings -> you're here:)

The smoke bomb went off, you could hear the shattering of glass and the revving of the motorbike. Y/n was gone.

"And she's gone..." Blitzø stated and was about to leave through the portal, when Moxxie pulled his sleeve:

"Sir, there's a card on the floor"

Blitzo picked it up, it was a note. In a neat handwriting the following was written:

Despite being sent to kill me

(and failing miserably),

you're chill

Call me:)

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Blitzø texted you this very evening. He wanted to do this instantly, but had to withhold himself - gotta preserve the reputation

You were getting ready to bed, today was a long day, right after the pleasant encounter with Blitzø, you had to rush off to deal with a murderer and then get your bike into repair. Oh and you also had to buy yourself new cargo pants, your current ones were getting a wee bit to bloodstained for your liking.

Today was a busy day. So only now, about to go to sleep, did you have time to actualy process what happened in the morning. That being you giving the attractive imp(?) your phone number... And, since he still didn't call or text you, you were staring to have second thoughts... Have you read too much into the whole thing? Was it strictly professional for him?

That's when your phone went off

Unknown: whadup, gurl

Cut the guy some slack, he was low-key nervous and was trying to come off as suave

Y/n: Blitzø?

Unknown: ya, who else wuld be txting u

Y/n: should I take offence?

Unknown: idk, do u find that offensive

Y/n: kinda?

Unknown: soz, I'll show u a picture of a horse I drew and you'll forgive me

Unknown: deal?

to be fair, Blitzø didn't know what he was writing. He had no intention of offending you and panicked, texting you the first thing that came into his mind. Thankfully, you found it amusing and texted him back:

Y/m: deal:)

He sent you a picture of a horse. You though it was really good, so that's what you texted him back. He was ecstatic and instantly sent you a few more.

Needless to say, that soon enough your gallery was filled with various drawings of horses.

In the span of the next week, you and Blitzø texted quite a lot.

He offered you a job at the IMP pretty early on:

Blitzø: ya know, when u end up in hell, a gal like you culd work for me

Y/n: why are you so sure I'd wanna work for you?

Blitzø: why wouldnt u?

Y/n: idk u trying to kill me is kind of a turn off...

Blitzø: ahhh come oooon it's not that big of a deal

Blitzø: ill take u horse riding or smth

Y/n: can't say no to that hahaha

After that reply, Blitzø got so hyped up, he literally ran out of his office and shouted:

"Fuck yeah she loves me back, ya hear that Mox," Blitz looked very much proud as he showed his employee the text chain

"Uhhh Sir, I wouldn't make such quick assumptions-"

"Shhh don't ruin the moment" Blitzo retorted pressing his finger into Moxxie's lips to silence him.

Sometimes you'd get a notification in the middle of a job and it'd be Blitzø sending you a selfie of him ( and sometimes some of his friends as well) in the middle of a fight with a caption like:

"another normal day at work (nearly got killed)"

"brunch went wrong"

Or plainly

"how u doing? "

And sometimes you'd reply with a selfie of yourself, creeping up to some guy you're about to murder. Which would cause Blitzø to text you:

Blitzø: update?

And you sending him a picture of you, potentially covered in blood, standing over a dead body.

At this point, he wasn't shying away from nicknames. He'd call you babe, sweetcheeks and sunshine.

You'd usually settle fro something along the lines of hot stuff, pretty boy, love

However, Blitzø does a lot of stupid stuff, which is when idiot, dumbass, etc. come in use

"How ya doing, hot stuff", you'd say, winking at Blitzø, causing him to try and lean on a non-existent doorframe and ultimately topple to the ground, sending you (and Millie, who witnessed it) a fit of giggles.

You and Blitzø's murderous rendezvous start to become more.. date-like. There is a lot of flirting and very little shooting done.

Sometimes you wonder, whether you guys should just drop the pretences

Moxxie and Loona are steadily growing sick of all of this. Millie finds it quite endearing, actualy.

You were presently engaged in a hand to hand combat with Blitzø. You performed a serie of punches, trying hard not to hit any super vital points. This sent your oponent tumbling on the ground.

"Youuu do punch Hella hard, babe," Blitzø drawled out "that's Hella hot "

You chuckled at this and threw him an ice pack with the words:

"Take that, wouldn't want to cause permanent damage to that pretty face of yours"

Blitzø would never admit it, but that made him blush very much, which would've been very much visible if it wasn't for his red skin (the blush was still fairly visible, just less intense).

or another time:

With one swift movement Blitzø tackled you to the ground. He smirked:

"Ya know, I could get used to this view, babe" he started nonchalantly "maybe different setting, like a bedroom" he smirked at your startled reaction "though if you prefer this place, babe, then I guess why not? I'm not picky " he continued his flirting.

You look up at him deviously, buckling your hips forward and in one movement flipping you both, positioning you on top:

"I think this is way better" you smirk at him triumphantly

"Whatever you say babe. Whatever gets us to fuck"

You didn't expect him to be THAT straightforward (honestly, that one is on you, having known him for quite some time you should've seen that coming), deep red blush cowered your cheeks. You were rescued by Loona's groan and frustrated shouting:

"Get a room! Stop defiling the fucking pavement"

The closer you grew together the more comfortable would Blitzø feel with invading your private space. He would sometimes launch "surprise attacks" on you (the reason was that "he missed you very much"):

It was the middle of the night, when you groggily opened your eyes to see Blitzø mere centimetres away from your face:

"Whatcha dreaming about?" He asked. You were about to shriek, but caught yourself in time. Meanwhile, Blitzø continued "Wake up, Im here to kill ya" his voice was far too giddy.

You were very tired. Exhausted.

"Mmmm, go to sleep, Blitzie," you pushed him lightly off you and onto the bed, wrapping your arm around him, "kill me tomorrow"

In retrospect, this wasn't very professional, but Blitzø didn't seem to mind...and judging from the soft purring in the morning, he even enjoyed it.

At this point, you're very accustomed to each other's habits. You also have a set date and time for the Blitzø's murder attempts:

You were anxiously pacing the street. It was a nice Tuesday morning. 9.15 am precisely and it has been 15 minutes since Blitzø was supposed to attack. He always showed up on time. To your murderous rendezvous.

You were about to pick up your phone and dial him, demanding an explanation (you were worried sick: What if the imp died on one of his jobs?), when he showed up, out of breath (clearly had been running) and with two coffee's in tow.

"Hey babes, d'ya miss me?" He said in his suave voice.

"You're late to your weekly murder attempt on my life" You said in a flat voice.

"Ahhh soz, there was a fucking line ot the coffee shop" he replied nonchalantly

"and the fact that you argued with the employee for ten straight minutes because they couldn't get Y/n's order right and then misspelled her name didn't do much to help" Moxxie muttered under his breath, but of course everyone heard him.

"Come on, Mox, don't embarrass Boss in front of the girl" Millie said and winked at you.

"Anyway," Blitzø said stretching out the first syllable, "I got your coffee. Just how you like" he looked at you with pride, as if he had to fight a glorious battle for it (he sort of did)

"Awwww thanks, love, that's so sweet" you smile and give him a soft peck on the cheek. You take a sip of your coffee, its delicious, just how you like it.

Once you're done drinking your coffee and are fairly caught up with the drama that you didn't manage to cover in your texts and calls, Blitzø commands:

"Now, M&M get into your positions. We're way behind schedule!"

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a great day (or night) <3

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itsmarsss · 5 months ago

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 8 - Catharsis

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word count: 4,900

Warnings: self-deprecating thoughts, thoughts of death, heavy drinking, use of alcohol and sexual behavior as coping mechanisms. you know it's what you can expect from a blitzo-centered chapter. this happens right after the ozzie's chapter.

Blitzø is going to die alone.

He’s going to die alone and no one will attend his funeral or even visit his grave other than to spit on it and his gravestone will read ‘Here Lies Blitzo Buckzo’ and nothing more because no one will be there to tell them to cross out the O and he most certainly won’t be a beloved anything. He'll just stay Blitzo Buckzo, forever.

And Blitzo Buckzo fucking sucks.

Sometimes he wishes he was able to think before he spoke. He never does much of that and he’s aware he’d probably have refrained from hurting half the people he’s hurt if he could just keep his damn mouth shut. He didn’t think about this all that much… except for when he did.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?

Her voice rings in his head non-stop, like one of those annoying fucking church bells he’d come across once in the living world that ring every single hour, making it unable for its existence to be forgotten.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?

It rings over and over again, stubborn, and it just won’t fucking go away.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?

Blitzø drives home on his own, but not in silence. He turns the radio on and the volume up until he figures it must be loud enough that he’ll have trouble hearing his own thoughts. It doesn’t work. The shit thing about thoughts is that they’re not something you can just turn off when you get sick of them. They follow you everywhere, all the time, inconvenient and impossible to get rid of. He proceeds to ignore the songs that come on in favor of mumbling incoherent things under his breath in a desperate attempt to reassure himself that he’s not bothered by everything that just happened. Things like I can think about people’s fuckin’ feelings and think you’re so much better than me, well fuck you and rich fuckin’ asshole thinks he’s hot shit and probably suckin’ face right now.

You know, things that prove he doesn’t care one bit.

Whatever.

He parks the van without a care, still too busy mumbling to himself, leaving it askew, taking up almost half of the parking spot next to his own. The old lady from 22 is gonna be pissed at the inconvenience. Well fuck her too. He doesn’t spare another thought on that.

He dreads the walk up the stairs to the apartment, wishing he lived somewhere with an elevator, or in a house, or in a super sick fancy mansion where he used money as toilet paper when he took a shit because he was just that rich. Actually, scratch that, that sounds uncomfortable. At least his shitty apartment with limited hot water and four flights of stairs before it had real toilet paper, and it was the nice kind even, he always made sure of it even if it was a little more expensive.

His little luxuries start to sound stupid when he’s been spending so much time around Stolas and all his fancy stuff.

When he opens the door and enters the apartment, his first immediate thought is to knock on Loona’s door. He groans once as he walks towards it and then once again when he spots the note she left taped to it. ‘Tex invited me to a party. Don’t wait up.’ Yeah of course he fucking did.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?

Does he?

He does. He thinks he does, at least. Maybe not all the time, but why else would he have said those things to her other than to protect her feelings? It’s not his fault if she was setting herself up for heartbreak. She needed to kill those feelings and if she wouldn’t then he would, fuck being the bad guy. In fact, fuck her too! He could so think about other people’s feelings.

He groans a third time at the thought of spending the night all alone, because he already knows what being alone makes out of him, and he doesn't like it one bit. If he could, he’d never be alone, not even for a single second, ever. Maybe that way he wouldn’t be so pathetic and so sad, because that’s what being alone made of him: pathetic and sad.

It’s why Blitzø used to hate weekends.

Satan, he fucking hated them. Why couldn’t every day be a work day? Why would they need a break? If it were up to him, there would be no such thing as a weekend. Because on weekends he had nothing to distract him from the ever-growing nothing in the pit of his chest and that wasn’t much fun at all.

Until Y/N accepted the job at I.M.P.

Before that, they used to speak almost exclusively through text, extremely inconsistently. He’s never really been the greatest at texting, but he could spam her with stupid memes and pictures of him doing random things throughout his day and horse doodles that she didn’t seem mad about receiving. They spent a whole year like that, only meeting in person a few times here and there.

When he offered her the job he promised himself not to have any expectations because, well shit, why would she trade in an obviously well-paying job, with her best friend as her boss, where she’d been working for years on end without having to hurt or kill anybody, for whatever it was he was asking her to do?

But then she said yes.

It wasn’t long until he figured out they weren’t all that different from each other. Apparently, as much as she liked to complain about needing a break, just to annoy him, she dreaded weekends too. Not that she’d just admit that point-blank, but they did go out on on a Friday night after work and she did drink one too many and she sighed and complained about having to go home and it was all so much like him. ‘I don’t wanna be alone, Blitz,’ she’d told him.

He didn't wanna be alone either.

And so he took her back home and he slept on her couch and he stayed there the next day, keeping her company and, honestly, enjoying hers.

That’s how their tradition started. Almost every single weekend, the two will find themselves in either of their apartments, in the ugliest clothes they own, to cook or order something extremely greasy and unhealthy and marathon a shit-ton of movies, staying in on Saturday after going out somewhere on Friday. Loona would routinely call it ‘patheticville’ and ‘loser day’ and things like that.

He doesn't hate weekends anymore.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?

And now he’d fucking gone and done this.

He still wanted to fight, then. To argue, to scream, to yell. He wanted them to do it too. To get down and dirty and scream back at him. He wanted a reason to react.

Blitzø has always been very good at reacting.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than you own?

But how was he supposed to react to that? The thought of grabbing his phone and texting her something along the lines of ‘fuck you and your pet bird too’ crosses his mind for a moment and, shit, maybe he is a prick, and he was gonna die alone wasn’t he? He was sure to if he kept doing this kind of thing.

And maybe he fucking deserves it.

Sometimes he wonders just how he’s going to die. Will it be peaceful? He hopes not. He sure as shit does not deserve peaceful. Maybe it could at least be cool. Maybe he could go down in a super badass shootout in the human world or a cool-as-fuck sword fight or something. Or maybe he’ll die in some dumbass way like tripping on the sidewalk and cracking his head open on the pavement. Maybe it’ll be in one of those days when he’ll be climbing up Stolas’ balcony and then he’ll slip and fall and break all his bones only to be found dead on the grass surrounded by ball gags and anal plugs. A stupid send-off for a stupid motherfucker.

He throws himself on the couch instead and curls up into a ball, wishing he had a big royal-size bed with soft sheets and like three or four fluffy pillows, or even a simple twin-sized one, or at least that the couch was a pull-out.

He grabs his phone and inevitably goes where he always goes when he feels like this- his ‘people I care about’ folder. He swipes through the various pictures. The ones of himself with I.M.P. in the living world, the one he made Moxxie pose with him for with them pointing their guns at each other, the one with Millie when she still had her long hair. The one from the day of Loona’s adoption, the one he took of Stolas sleeping next to him. The selfie with Verosika, the one he secretly took of Y/N watching the screen when he first showed ‘Spirit’ to her.

And then he lands on the one. The one with Barbie and his mom.

Blitzø is a 35 years old single father who kills people for a living. He’s been handling his own shit for almost two decades now. But in this moment… he just wants his mama.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?

What would she have thought of that?

Yeah, he should have known it would be a ‘cry himself to sleep’ kind of night.

Blitzø doesn’t know for how long he’s been passed out when he wakes up disoriented. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, and that probably explains why his body ached so much with how uncomfortable the position he’d slept in was. He wakes up with the barking sounds of Loona’s special ringtone and scrambles to pick it up.

“Loonie baby? You alright? Did something happen to you, are you hurt?”

“No, Blitz. I just- can you just come pick me up?” She sounds like she’s been crying. Fuck, no, his baby needs him. No time to be sad.

He’s up in a second. “On my way. Send me the address.” He hangs up, searching for his car keys (which he found between the couch seats) and running down the stairs.

Loona went two rings down to Gluttony for this party. It makes sense, he supposes. He’s more of a Lust Ring party kind of guy himself, but he’s heard Gluttony parties got crazy. He accelerates as fast as the shitty van will let him and gets there pretty quickly, only to find her outside, still crying.

He rolls down the window before he even stops the car completely. “Hey, Loonie. How ya doin’, you alright?”

She wipes a tear with the back of her hand and enters the car with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, I’m fine! I just wanna go.” She sounds anything but fine.

He’s about to ask her what happened when some fuckface he definitely doesn’t remember calls him by name. The wrong one. “Hey! That sounds like Blitzo!”

“The ‘O’ is silent, asshole!”

“Hey, I knew it was you! Fuck, man, where you been? You here for the party?”

“No, I’m just here picking up my daughter.”

The guy walks up to Loona’s window, and she hides her face from him with her hands, embarrassed. “Oh, shit, you have a daughter now?”

“Adopted!” She yells out, and it stings a bit, regardless of being objectively true.

“Oh, man, you’re already leaving? Things just got started! Come in and show us all up again.”

Blitzø groans, annoyed by the insistence. “No, no, thank you, but I think Loonie wants to head back now.”

Some other weirdo approaches the van, leaning on the passenger’s window. “Huh, the hottie wants to leave?” Come on, right in front of him?

He instinctively starts to growl. “Watch it.”

“I mean, we could stay a little longer,” Loona tells him.

He sighs. He’s not normally one to turn down a party, especially one with free booze, but he feels that’s probably what he should do.. “I think we need to go, ‘kay? I think it’s been a long night.”

“Well, these people seem to know you. Come on! I think I wanna give this another try. Pleeeeaaase?” She gives him the goddamn puppy dog eyes and she knows he can already hardly resist fulfilling her requests.

Well, if she insists. He could definitely use a drink…

“Okay, fine. Maybe one drink.”

… Or a good old night of drinking to forget.

Blitzø downs two tequila shots before he’s even made it into the house. He downs four beers at rapid speed as soon as he does manage to get inside, crushing the cans and cheering loudly when he was done, and then suddenly he finds himself saying yes to a keg stand. It’s so easy he can do it in his sleep. Fuck being too old for this, he’d never be too old to have fun. And he can handle so much more than a keg stand. “Ha-ha! That was nothing, bitch! Give me a real challenge!”

Beelzebub herself appears in front of him, seemingly materializing out of nowhere (or maybe he’s just drunk), all cheers and neon colors and psychedelic paraphernalia floating around her, and she does challenge him. “Oh yeah? Wanna fucks with the big bitch, imp boy? I got a challenge for ya.”

Someone somewhere murmurs “He’s gonna die.”

Now that sounds like a challenge he can get behind.

Vortex walks up to them, carrying two huge gallons of something and placing them on the floor between him and the Sin. “Aaaaight, let’s do this! From Bee’s personal supply, the hardest shit there is.” He crouches down to Blitzø’s height. “You ready, my man?”

Fuck, this better fucking kill him alright. “Bring it, barky! I will drink you under this fucking table, you have no idea what kind of night I’ve had.” He struggles trying to pry the gallon open, and Bee uses her magic or whatever to make them levitate, extending a straw from it. Of course she’d flaunt her magical powers and her easy fucking life to him.

“Alright, shit-talker, but there hasn’t been a soul yet who can beat me at my own game, so you better bring the fire, baby!.”

“Ohh, is Queen Bee too scawed to lose to a widdle imp like me?” He bets she is. And he bets she’ll be embarrassed when she loses to him (because she is going to lose). Fucking big names like her always are.

“Oh, okay. Let’s get it on, you little bastard!”

Vortex signs for them to begin and it takes about two seconds for Blitzø to have downed about a fourth of it already, but why stop there? He pulls the straw out and pours the drink straight into his mouth, downing the entirety of it at light speed. He’s so quick Beelzebub even stops chugging her own, amused… Concerned? Noo, no way. Amused.

He climbs on top of the huge gallon to be at face level with her and properly rub it on her face, high on the adrenaline of it all (and perhaps a little bit on the buzz from the extremely strong drink too). “Yeah, who’s the queen now?”

Loona cheers for him loudly, and it fills him with joy when she proudly yells out “yeah! That’s my dad!” Yeah. That’s damn right.

Bee lets her own unfinished gallon fall down to the floor and crosses her arms over her chest. Yeah, definitely impressed. “Well, fuck me. That’s a first. I haven’t had a first in a while. That was magical, seriously. Impressive. I tip my crown to you, imp boy. Respect.” Fuck her still calling him imp boy, but she’s actually admitting his victory and shes bowing to him, as she fucking should.

She howls, every hellhound around following suit, and Blitzø feels on top of the world.

Why does the world start spinning when you get yourself on top of it?

He almost falls to the ground, but then he’s getting held up by a bunch of strangers like a cool-as-fuck goddamn rockstar and, shit, why had he stopped getting wasted and doing this kind of thing every night again?

He doesn’t exactly remember when people started doing body shots off of him but he does remember getting freaky with a few of them, which did very little to make him feel good and honestly felt a little gross with the amounts of drinks getting spilled all over and making things rather… sticky, but it was doing wonders to his thought problem.

Who would have known having four strangers’ tongues inside of you at once could be a great way to muffle the unsolicited thoughts in his head?

The second those people fuck off somewhere else the thoughts come in again, though. Stolas hiding his face in shame behind the menu. Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? Y/n unable to look him in the eye. Are you worried someday I may have enough of it as well? Fizz is gonna hate him forever. You’re not my real dad! Verosika will always regret him. We could just… talk. Or… watch a movie? Or maybe… cuddle? Y/n’s crying face, Stolas’ disappointed one. Oh, they both had such fuckable faces didn’t they? Which reminded him: he really wanted to fuck someone.

He’s making out with a guy whose name he doesn’t know and whose face he doesn’t even remember when Loona pulls him off of him. “Oh, piss on a dick! What the fuck are you doing, Blitz?”

“This guy,” he grins, pointing to the unnamed man, who now stands still behind him. Wasn’t it obvious?

“It looks like you’re in the middle of a goddamn orgy. Stop!” Oh shit. Loona saw all that? An orgy does sound like some real fucking fun right now. Wait, focus, Loona. Fuck.

“Look, I didn’t expect you to come here and see any of this, Loonie, I’m so sorry, but it’s a party! I’m just having fun with uh… uh…” he turns back around to the man Loona pulled him off of. “The fuck is your name again?”

“Dennis.”

Ew. “Christ on a stick, you would be a Dennis. Get the fuck away from me! I’m not fucking a Dennis tonight. I need a Monica or an Alejandro here, stat.” He’s genuinely surprised that works when some hunky dude pulls him into his huuuge chest. Fuck yeah. “Better.”

Loona punches his Alejandro in the face, and he sincerely doesn’t give a fuck about it, because the world is spinning again, which is weird because this time he does not feel like he’s on top of it at all. In fact, it feels like the world is the meanest dom top ever and he’s a whiny, whiny bottom just sore all over from getting spanked ‘till his ass hurt. Not in a good way.

He falls back on Loona, and she catches him. “You don’t need anyone else sucking your face, freaky weirdo.” She throws him over her shoulder. “You need to drink something other than beelzejuice.”

She pulls him into the van, and she doesn’t rush to get home, because, according to her, she can see he’s already about to throw up. No he’s not, no sir! Ma’am. Loonie.

Whatever.

His mind clears a little as they make their way back home, and he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. Thankfully it’s still there.

“The fuck are you doing, dumbass? That’s gonna make you dizzy.”

“Gotta… gotta draw a thing.”

“You gotta draw a thing?”

“Yeah,” he affirms, as if that was enough information for everything to be self-explanatory, even nodding his head yes for emphasis. He surprisingly manages to take his time and put real effort into doodling it, showing it to Loona before sending it.

“Does it look like I did it drunk?” He slurs, letting out an unintentional burp.

“It actually looks pretty good, Blitz.”

“Okay.”

“So. Who’d you call stupid?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay.”

“Can you call me dad again?”

“Nope.”

“Okay.”

He presses send and clicks on Stolas’ contact next, only to see there’s an unread message in their chat.

Stols: I’m sorry if anything I said or did offended you tonight.

Ha. Bet you really fucking are.

Still, he’s not Stolas’ fucking boyfriend. What was there to expect from him? Why would he expect anything?

Blitzy: ITZ WUTEVS

To Blitzø’s surprise, Stolas begins typing immediately, as if he’d been waiting obsessively for his reply.

Stols: Next time you come over, maybe we can talk about what happened at Ozzie’s?

Talk about it? What was there to talk about? Blitzø wanted nothing more than to bury the memories of tonight the deepest under the ground he possibly could. But of course Stolas would want to talk about it.

He always wants to fucking talk about shit.

Blitzy: Y?

Stolas types for what feels like forever, and it must have been, seen that they’re now only one street from the apartment complex, before he sends in a huge-ass paragraph.

Stols: I’m sorry! Nevermind, it’s not a big deal. I was just worried about you. You seemed very upset and you took off so fast. I’m sure things will be fine with Y/N, she likes you very much, I can see it. Maybe I read too much into everything, though. Not everything is about me, haha. I’m glad that’s not the case. I wasn’t upset either I just wanted to make sure you weren’t and obviously you can handle a stupid joke a clown can make. Asmodeus can be very invasive in his humor, and Y/N says she’ll talk to him about it, but I thought it was funny myself. What he said about me at least. I enjoy being the subject of jest. Maybe you can say mean things to me too next time you come over.

Now that is too much to fucking deal with right now. Which means he won’t.

Blitzy: SHUR.

He clicks out of Stolas’ chat, taking one last glance at Y/N’s before turning his phone off. She hasn’t seen what he sent yet, and that’s actually okay.

Loona parks the van messily, doing the same thing he’d done earlier and letting the car occupy some space from the neighbour’s spot. He doesn’t even think before asking her to fix it. “Sweetie, could you just park it a little more to the right?”

“Why?”

Yeah, Blitzø, why do you even care? “Well I don’t want that freaky cat lady to be up my ass about it tomorrow.” Yeah, that. Sure.

She doesn’t seem to find it in her to argue or even as much as groan, simply readjusting the car. She has to carry him over her shoulder again and all he wishes on the way up this time around is that he were a little more sober. She plops him down on the couch and he curls into himself once again while she grabs him a glass of water.

Nothing to distract him from his thoughts now.

“I had a really shitty day,” he tells her.

“Oh, yeah? Is that why you drank like five gallons of who-knows-what?”

“I don’t want her to hate me.”

“The person you called stupid?”

He nods, hiding his face from her when the tears start coming in. “Fuck, Fizz was right. I’m gonna die alone, aren’t I? Just a wrinkly, old, withered waste. Will you be there, Loonie?” Blitzø feels whatever consciousness he’d gained back slipping away again by the second, this time from the need to sleep rather than the alcohol. At what point did he get so tired?

“Be where?” Loona asks, and he’s too out of it to respond properly, only mumbling half-coherent things like lonely and die alone over and over. “I’ll be there, dad," she tells him anyway, and covers him with a blanket, the softest one they own. “Now go the fuck to sleep,” she orders, and he does hear it, he just doesn’t have the strength to say anything in response as he feels himself drifting off to sleep, his last thoughts being that at least he can’t think about anything while asleep and that…

He vomits all over the living room floor.

“Oh, fuck, I did need to throw up.”

[. . .]

You feel stupid when it’s Fizzarolli who finds you crying in Ozzie’s waiting area. He skips his way to the room, humming along to some song you can’t quite make out, and he almost doesn’t see you on his way into the office. He hears you sniffling, though, and turns to face you. It takes him a couple seconds to process that it’s you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? Um. You okay there?”

You look up at him, but it doesn’t feel like you can say anything yet.

“I-” He motions behind him with his thumb. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna get Ozzie. Stay here, yeah?”

You don’t even know why exactly you’d asked Stolas to send you here when you were still mad at Ozzie. Or maybe not mad. Just… sad about everything that spiraled out of what he did.

Then again, did you even have anywhere else to go? You could absolutely not make the night worse for Millie and Moxxie by showing up at their place, thinking of Blitzø made you sad and Stolas was not an option. You had Ozzie, though. And you know you always will, despite whatever stupid shit one of you might do.

And it honestly beats going home to a big pile of nothing.

Ozzie appears shortly, Fizz having done as promised and fetched him. Fizz doesn’t come back, though, letting you and Ozzie have a moment to talk on your own, which is nice of him.

“Hey, pretty babe. Fizz said you were here.” He looks you up and down, worried. “Are you crying?”

“Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Why did you fucking sing about all that, why did you- it was so humiliating, Oz, fuck!”

“Oh. I am so sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know. It got out of control. I didn’t even know you would be here tonight. You didn’t call me.”

“I didn’t know I was coming either.”

“You wanna tell me what that means?”

“It’s stupid.”

“Alright. That’s okay. I am sorry, though. We took the joke too far and I realized too late that it wasn’t funny.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t. So please don’t fucking do that again. It’s humiliating enough to… fuck... and everybody saw it, and- I…” You groan in frustration, struggling to get your words out.

“No more about Stolas or any of you. Okay? Promise.” He sits down next to you on the fancy couch and he lets you lean on him. “Did something happen between you?”

You hesitate before speaking. “I didn’t- I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I am stupid. Of course he’s ashamed to be seen with us.”

“Stolas?”

You nod.

“Did he… tell you that?”

“Well he didn’t deny it.”

“Okay." He takes a deep breath, probably trying to think of how to handle the situation. "You’ll have time to think about all of this. Alright? Now you’re coming with me, you’re taking a bath and you’re sleeping over, and we’ll talk about everything tomorrow. There’s no need to hurt yourself more thinking about it right now.”

He stands up and turns to leave the room, but looks back when he doesn’t hear you do the same. You’re still sat sit still on the couch.

You look up at him. “Oz?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“What?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” You repeat yourself.

“What- of course not. Did somebody say that to you?”

You don’t reply.

He purses his lips together, thinking. “Are they worth feeling stupid for?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve gone through this before.”

“It’s different, you know that.”

“Yeah, it’s worse. They’re not hurting you back this time around, they’re just hurting you.”

You decide he was right. You don't want to talk about this right now. “Can we please not talk about it?”

He hesitates before nodding in agreement. “Yeah. ‘Course, babe.” He grabs your hands and pulls you up. “Come on.”

All the crying makes you so tired you’re almost passed out the second you lie down on the soft, silky bedsheets of Ozzie's guest room bed. Taking a look through your texts before you let yourself fall asleep, you click on Stolas’ contact once you see a notification for an unread text.

Stolas: I am truly sorry if I did something to hurt you or make you uncomfortable with me tonight. It’s not your obligation to talk Asmodeus out of doing anything and I did not feel embarrassed because of you or Blitz. If you need space from me I will understand, but I want you to know that is not how I feel. And, for the record, I don’t care what that Verosika person said about you. I hope you’re alright.

It is way too late and you are way too tired to process or deal with all of that, and honestly? You still do feel stupid, and don’t want to further that feeling by replying to him immediately. That feels too pathetic- it feels like proving Blitzø right.

You’ll reply tomorrow.

You click on Blitzø’s contact next, which also had a notification signaling an unseen message, and you brace yourself for a 'fuck you’ text or something of the sorts.

You can't keep yourself from smiling when you open the text, turning the phone off and just waiting for sleep come to you, and things feel a lot less shitty than just a second before.

Having friends is pretty fucking okay.

A/N: everybody say thank you @sweetadonisbutbetter and also wish them a happy birthday!! the adorable little doodle blitzo drew is theirs and they did it especially so i could put it in this chapter which is so nice of them and so fucking cool!!

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bones4thecats · 7 months ago

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Can you please do Loona x Short Nerdy Male Reader? Like his walls are covered various collectibles and things. Thanks for your time!

Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Name: Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O Characters: Loona Buckzo Requester: Anonymous

A/N: This ended up being nearly three pages long and around 950 words! I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've written so far, lmao. Anyways, I hope you male and gender-neutral readers love this thing with our favorite gothy-hellhound!

⚠�� TW: Swearing, mentions of murder, stillborns, miscarriages, and neonatal-deaths ⚠️

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Male-Envy-Ring-Hellborn! Reader ; How You Both Met (Seeing Stars Episode)

🐺 You were the heir of one of the most powerful families in the Envy Ring, but despite the pressure to become the perfect sadist, you were far from it

🐺 Unlike your constantly flowing stillborn/miscarriages/neonatal-death caused younger siblings, who produced from both your father and mother’s infidelities, you were far from interested in the power that comes from the corrupt system of Hell's, you were more interested in human things such as comics

🐺 When your parents were sent to the Greed Ring for a meeting with the Knolastname family leader and were found deceased mere weeks later, you decided to stay with one of your godfathers, Stolas Goetia and his wife, Stella, and daughter, Octavia

🐺 Eventually, Stolas had come to keep you in the home with his family, much to Stella’s annoyance. But, at least Octavia had someone to rant with!

🐺 The Goetia male was now dragging both you and Octavia throughout the ordeal of his and Stella's divorce, and only you and her seemed to realize just how desperate she was to see these stars in the human world

🐺 You were there when Stolas burst into the room in an anger because Octavia had gone missing with the grimoire, and seeing Stolas' and your demon forms almost made the three imps and the hellhound piss their pants in both fear and shock

🐺 Loona was not happy to be in the human world, and when you just offered her a hand and pulled her up, she saw just how you really looked. Your hair looked like it was made out of the fins of a fishes' and your skin had littered amounts of scaled

🐺 You really were from the Envy Ring, weren't you?

" Now! First things first if we're gonna do this the old fashioned way, we're gonna need disguises. "

🐺 The next thing you knew, you were staring at a humanoid Stolas and Loona while the three imps stood out like sore thumbs

🐺 Staring at Loona made you flustered and look away shyly, causing her to chuckle when she caught sight of you. You looked just as cute in this form as you did in your demon one

🐺 As you walked through this city Loona called LA, you had noticed that Moxxie and Millie had randomly disappeared while Blitzo and Stolas were kicked into a van and drove off after the head of I.M.P. gave you and Loona the order to find Octavia, making her and you flip him off

🐺 Okay, maybe this was getting out of hand…

" Hey. Ya' want one? " " Sure- uh, what're you listening to? " " Eh, the norm'. Blistering Skulls and whatnot. " " Oh! That's nice… I guess. " " Heh, you sound a lot like Stolas when he’s around my da- I mean Blitz. "

🐺 Loona and you were getting tired. You've been running around the city trying to find Octavia by her posts on Sinstagram, much to no avail, as she always was one location ahead of you all

🐺 Now you were here, at some random building that you couldn't remember the name of, but they way it looked out and onto the city reminded you of the old hellborn-comic series, Inked Blood, which had gone out years prior to your birth

🐺 Looking around slightly, you both came to see Octavia. And you looked and Loona and slightly bowed, allowing her to go in first, after all, females get females better

🐺 You just sat behind the building's large curve as Loona and the young Goetia female spoke, and your heart warmed at hearing her words. Dads really did have issues, like yours did back when he was alive…

" If he cares, where is he? " " He's somewhere down there. " " He’s here? " " Looking for you. I mean… try to cut your dad some slack. He may not always get it right, but he's trying. That's more important than you think. " " Ain't that the truth? " " Y/N? " " I agree with Loona here. Dads aren't always gonna be the best, but, despite the either minor or major flaws they have, the fact that yours is actually actively trying to connect with you before it's too late is something you need to hold dearer than now. "

🐺 Loona stared at you as you spoke, despite you looking silly wearing a demon-version of a Hatsune Miku shirt, the way you looked so lovingly and soft at the one you viewed as your sister made the hellhound flush slightly

🐺 As the smog and clouds cleared to allow the moon to shine, Loona stood and held a hand out to Octavia, making her drop the magical book into her hand as she stood and readied herself before smiling at you

🐺 All of a sudden, Octavia tackled you and Loona into a hug, making you wrap your webbed hands around the two, landing your left on Octavia's shoulder blades while your right laid on Loona's side

🐺 Why was your touch making her flustered so much?!

🐺 Seeing Stolas and Octavia finally discuss things was heartwarming for you. Now that that disgusting bitchy cunt Stella was out of the picture somewhat, they could finally connect like a father and daughter should

🐺 Looking up for a second as you stood beside Loona, you saw the fireworks that burst in the sky in multiple colors, and the sight of your eyes opening widely in admiration of the effect caused Loona to smile gently and sneak a photo of you, saving it to her camera roll in a folder she named to remember this day for a while

Y/N L/N - the best nerd i’ve ever met <3

#Helluva Boss #I.M.P.#Pride Ring #Helluva Boss x Reader #I.M.P. x Reader #Pride Ring x Reader #S/O! Reader #M! Reader #GN! Reader #Demon! Reader #Loona Buckzo #Loona Buckzo x Reader

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effy-writes · 5 months ago

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Addict: (Blitz x Reader)

11: The Circus: The Addiction

cw: angst? lots of drugs

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You stood behind your parents while biting your nails as they were talking to another Imp, Cash Buckzo.

“She can't be shy." Cash pointed out, "Clowns ain't suppose to be shy."

"Let her join, please?" Your mother begged.

"Give me 3 good reasons."

"Well she-"

Cash interrupted your mom, "They need to give me 3 good reasons."

You stopped chewing on your nails and got out from hiding behind your parents. "I'm flexible, have good balance, and have good strength." You gave a toothy grin.

Cash thought about it, "You willin’ to perform today? As an audition? If you amaze me I can keep ya."

Your eyes lit up. "Yes! I won't let you down."

"Better not, how old are ya anyway?"

"10."

"That's my kids age. Let me call 'em over so they can show you around. BLITZO! BARBIE!"

You waited patiently as Cash's kids came running up.

"This is...fuck is your name again?"

"Y/n."

"Y/n, this is Barbie, this is Blitzo. Where's Fizzarolli?"

"You didn't call for him." Blitzo commented.

"Oh..right. Anyway, this might be your new clownmate, depends if she does good today. Show her around." Cash put his hand on your back and pushed you to the twins.

You overheard Cash talking to your parents about money as you were walking with the twins.

They showed you around, introducing you to some other clowns, and showed you the dressing room.

"I like your costume." Barbie complimented.

"Thank you." You sat down in a chair.

"So, what can you do?" Blitzo sat down on the floor.

"Um, I can balance pretty well, and I think I'm strong. I can do a push-up handstand." You grinned. "Oh! And i'm super flexible!"

"No way! Let me see!" Blitzo chimed.

You stood up and took a deep breath in and out. Once you felt like you were ready you put your hands on the ground and swung your legs up to do a handstand. You stayed there for some seconds to balance yourself, then started doing pushups.

"Show off." Barbie teased.

You ended your small routine by turning the handstand into a split by swinging your legs underneath, practically doing a 180.

"Does that hurt?" Blitzo raised an eyebrow.

"Not anymore. Since I was very little I wanted to be a clown but my parents were against the idea. Then they heard about your dad's circus business thingy and pushed me to be a better clown. I didn't mind it though."

You got out of the split and criss crossed your legs, sitting directly in front of Blitzo.

"I can't wait to see your routine! Ooo and then we can have routines together!" He cheered.

"That'll be amazing." You turned your head to Barbie. "What can you do?"

"About the same thing. But Fizz is better than the both of us."

"When can I meet him?"

"I can get him!" Blitzo ran off, leaving you and Barbie together.

"I hope we can be clowns forever in the future." Barbie smiled.

"Me too! It'll be so fun."

Blitzo grabbed Fizzarolli's hand and ran back to the dressing room, "Fizz this is Y/n! Y/n this is Fizz!"

You stood up and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you!"

"You too!"

You waited in the wings, nervously tapping your foot because it's the first performance.

"You got this! I believe in you." Blitzo whispered.

"Thank you." You whispered back.

You waited until it was your cue to go on stage. Once ready, you walked out to the middle of the "stage" and threw your hands in the air like a gymnast.

There was a trampoline next to you, and on the other side was a tall metal pole with a very tiny platform on the top of it.

You jumped on the trampoline, making cute poses before finally landing on top of the platform with your hands.

Your legs did a split in the air before putting them together, and then gently took your other hand away. The crowd cheered seeing a 10 year old hold herself up with one hand. Blitzo’s eyes lit up.

You pushed your body weight up with your hands and landed on the tiny platform on your feet. The crowd cheered for you as you bowed and slid down the metal pole.

You ran inside the wings and saw Blitzo with a huge smile on his face. "That was AMAZING!"

"Do you think your dad will let me join?"

"He better."

"Good job, Y/n!" Fizzarolli hugged you.

At the end of the show, Cash pulled you aside and told you that you're officially part of the circus. You began to thank him, trying to act professional but on the inside you were screaming.

Your parents called you over, "Did you see my performance! Mr. Buckzo likes me!"

"Yeah, yeah look sweetie," Your mom started, "You need to keep it up and do better. The better you are, the more he's going to pay us, got it?"

You agreed, but didn't mind getting better. You always believed that there's room for improvement.

During your time at the circus, you would do routines with Barbie, which just consisted of dancing with silks. Very few routines with Fizz, but the audience goes wild whenever the two of you swing on trapeze's.

But you would always prefer to do routines with Blitzo. Your favorite one was when you both are on tight ropes.

You would do some tricks and flips on it, and at the end Blitzo would come swinging in and catch you by the hands.

Two years later the routines became harder. Fizz would outshine all of them, but you and Barbie didn't care, Blitzo however became jealous.

And so did your parents.

"Y/n!" Your mom called. You were out in the wings, shaking your head no, mentally telling that her that you can't come because your act is coming up soon.

However, your mom kept calling you over. You sighed and ran over to where she was. "Yeah?"

"Take these." Your mom handed you a bottle of pills.

Curiously, you looked at the label, "Adderal?"

"It'll help you perform. Outshine Fizzarolli." Your dad commented.

"But I don't need these." You handed them the bottle.

"Come on, please? Do it for us. We need the money you know." Your mom begged.

You didn't have enough time to debate. You opened the bottle and poured 3 pills onto your hand and quickly popped them in your mouth.

You dried swollowed and gagged a bit, making it in enough time to where it was your turn.

Fizzarolli just ended his act, the crowd cheering his name. He bowed and gave a thumbs up to you whenever he made it back to the wings.

You felt your heart race before the euphoria. You had so much energy that you wanted to add more to the routine.

You ran out there and tumbled, doing cartwheels, back handsprings, and back flips. The crowd cheered, making your smile grew bigger. You loved this attention.

You climbed up the metal pole, thinking about the routine you were supposed to do when you were 10, but adding in a backbend onto the tiny platform.

But you wanted to do something that you didn't practice yet, a backflip.

You took a deep breath in and out, preparing yourself. You jumped up and did a back flip before landing perfectly onto the less than-shoulder-width platform.

The crowd cheered for your name way louder than Fizzarolli's. You looked for your parents approval and they were astounded.

After the show Blitzo and Fizzarolli ran into the dressing room.

"Holy shit!" Fizz yelled, "That was amazing! I'm jealous." He faked frown.

"I just feel SO energized! It's crazy! Oh my god I love you guys!" You pulled them into a bear hug.

"Woah calm down Y/n." Blitzo pulled away.

"Sorry! I feel so euphoric! Where's Barbie?"

"Hanging out with her friends," Fizzarolli replied. "No but seriously how did you do that?"

"My parents gave me some Adderal or some shit to help me not get tired." You didn't want to tell them the complete truth about how your parents wants you to do better, better than anyone. Better than Fizz.

"Isn't that cheating?" Fizz questioned.

"No, it's just stronger coffee." You smiled.

"Mr. Buckzo wants me to rehearse singing while doing tight rope. Sounds stupid but I don't want to make him mad, see ya guys later!" Fizzarolli ran out.

You started to lose your energy. You sat down in the chair, Blitzo pulling up another chair to sit across from you.

"You did amazing." He smiled.

"You did too!" Your voice started to get quieter.

"Eh you're just saying that. You look tired."

You yawned, "Because I am. I guess it's leaving my system."

"Can I have some?"

"It's my parents. I don't think they'll let you."

"You can sneak it to me." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh, "True."

From ages 12-13 you would take Adderal, but your performance got sloppier again. Your body acclimated to the stimulant. You didn't care too much about it. Every once in a while though you'll crave more adderal to help you perform.

Before another performance your parents pulled you aside, "Got you something," Your dad pulled out a baggy full of white powder.

"Is that coke? You can't bring that in here!" You lowered the baggy.

"You're getting sloppier Y/n, the last performances we can see that you're losing your skill. Snort a finger nail size of this for us tomorrow, please?" Your mom begged.

"We need the money, we're doing this for you."

You looked down at your feet and took the baggy, stuffing it in your bra. "I'm gonna go hang out with my friends." You mumbled, walking inside the tent that Blitzo and Fizzarolli was at.

"You okay?" Fizz asked.

You gave them a prompted smile before sitting down crisscross on the floor.

"You stuffing your bra now?" Blitzo laughed, pointed at the bag that's in your shirt.

You placed a hand over your chest, "No." You snapped.

Fizzarolie glared at Blitzo.

"It was a joke." He put his hands up in defense. "But there is something in your shirt."

"Like you don't think I know that?" You blurted, looking down at the ground and shook your head slowly. "Sorry it's just.." You stopped yourself , you didnt want to tell them in fear of your parents. You're afraid that if they tell, then your parents will get mad at you, and on top of that get kicked out of the circus for cheating. "...I was wanting bigger boobs." You bullshitted.

Blitzo let out a laughter, "Sorry, that's funny as fuck."

"Why?"

He shrugged, "A lot of people do that, didn't expect you to."

"I think you look good." Fizzorolie smiled.

"Thanks, Fizz." You stood up. "I'm gonna go practice."

You ran off to your own dressing room and hid the baggy underneath the underwear. You're debating whether or not to actually do it tomorrow. You do like the feeling of stimulants. It makes you focus, energized, strong, but on the other end it is sort of cheating in a way.

The very next day was the first time you tried coke. The high was way better than adderal, by 10x. You wanted this feeling forever.

You waited in the wings on the platform. Before you had to go on, you tied yourself up in this rope, and the moment the song started playing you did the routine.

The rope swung beautifully as you untied yourself, holding onto the rope with one hand with it swinging in circles while you were "walking" on air.

The rope skinned your hands, but you didn't fall because of the strength that coke gave you, (really it's just a fuck ton of adrenaline.)

The rope was like your strip pole, doing pole dancing tricks on a single, carpeted rope. Once you were done you bowed, waved, and then ran off into the wings.

Your hands were red and bleeding from the carpet burn, but you were so pumped up it didn't matter.

"Holy shit Y/n! How can I top that?" Blitzo pulled you into a hug. When he pulled away he caught a look of your hands. "Fuck, you went hard on that routine. Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah Im fine! I feel great as shit!" You threw your head back.

"How can I top that?" Fizz laughed. "No but seriously, good job! I gotta go on now."

"Break a leg! Love you!" You shouted.

Fizz made a heart with his hands before running off. You turned to Blitzo with a huge smile, "What's your routine?" You were practically shaking with adrenaline.

"Uh, I didn't get one. Are you feeling alright? Your hands are bloody and you're weirdly hyper...like it's kinda worrisome."

"Oh I'm fineee, seriously it's all good." You put your hands on your hips.

"Uh huh, right." Blitzo stared into your bug eyes, pupils taking up your irises. "Y/n...are you high?"

You giggled, "Only a little. My parents—" You caught yourself , ".... don't know about...so don't say anything."

Blitzo smirked, "Can I have some?"

You shook your head, "No, I don't want to waste them. I need them to perform for energy." You're just being greedy, you wanted this feeling forever. You feel like you can accomplish anything.

"Boo, you whore. Anyway go clean your hands."

You looked down at your hands and cringed, not realizing it was this bad.

30 minutes later you got hit with a wave of fatiguedness. You stumbled and fell onto the floor of the dressing room. Trying to get up but was too tired to do anything.

You curled up into a fetal position and rested your eyes before getting awoken by Blitzo.

"Pstt, Y/n." He nudged you with his foot.

"Hm?"

"Get up, my dad wants to talk to you."

"Mm no. Tired."

"You're making this difficult." He said under his breath and dragged you by the legs to his dad. He got stares from his circus-mates.

"Here Dad, Y/n isn't feeling too good." He lied for you. He knew you were going through withdrawals but didn't really care that much. He knows you're safe, careful, not reckless, so he figured he doesn't have to worry about anything.

"What's wrong with her?" He scoffed.

Blitzo shrugged, "That routine did a number on her." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I can see." Cash looked at your bandaged up hands. "Wake up!" He nudged you with his cane.

"I'm awake." You whined.

"You got a gig for the lust ring."

"She’s 14." Blitzo remarked.

"Chill, it's not a stripper joint, it's a dance joint. Anyway, I get a lot of money so you're doing it."

"Mm, okay." You mumbled.

"Your parents already knows, but they left already so eh, whatever. Okay Blitzo, you can drag her out now."

Blitzo sighed and dragged you again to the dressing room. He found a fluffy jacket and placed it on top of you.

Months later you would snort coke every night on top of performances. Then it was multiple times a day, multiple times a night, multiple times for the performances.

You would tell yourself that you need it to be a better performer, but in reality you're addicted to the feeling.

You're a functioning addict, hardly anybody knows about your addiction other than Blitzo, Fizzarolli, and Barbie.

Barbie keeps telling you that it's bad, and that she can tell coke is changing you physically.

"Yeah but I'm skinnier." You rebuttal.

Barbie soon got tired of you and your obsession with stimulants.

Fizzarolli was starting to worry about your safety, but Blitzo kept telling him that you're fine and safe, "She’s not hurting herself."

"Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeed! Hell's number one clown! The money-maker himself!"

You, Blitzo, and Fizzarolie, went to the greed ring to see Mammon's show. The three cheered along with the crowd.

You just did a line of coke in the bathroom before the show started, so far Blitzo and Fizzarolli hasn't noticed.

"Heya, implings! How're you little cunts doing tonight? I hope you're ready for the best fucking show you will ever see in your...shit lives!" Mammon spins his guitar. "Right. I got tons of really fuckin' cool shit for you 'ere tonight. But, first, how many of you worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday?"

"I do! I do!" The three imps cheered.

"Well, I'm happy to announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant! You know- Like one 'a them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it's better!"

"Pick me!" You climbed on top of Blitzo's shoulders.

"Christ on a stick Y/n, damn." He positioned himself so he won't drop you.

"Hol' your horses!" Mammon pointed at you.

"I like horses!" Blitzo yelled.

"I can't wait to see all the new talent I can exploi-" He caught himself, "- u-um, fuck. Wait, I mean enjoy... uh, watching me grow my empire! Also, if you're a chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. Cause, I'm not gonna lie: women just ain't funny." Mammon blurted.

"Ugh, fuck him Im done." You tried to get off of Blitzo but fell.

"Holy shit, you okay?"

"Yeah...I'm fine." You said as you couldn't stop laughing.

Blitzo and Fizzarolli did a pronounced a sigh and helped you up since you were too busy laughing.

"Lay off the coke for a fucking minute, please!" Fizz scowled at you.

"Calm down, she’s not hurting anyone." Blitzo came in defense.

"Herself." Fizz spat, “You’re just in denial,” He said, turning his attention back on Mammon.

“I’m not!…in denial.” He mumbled.

"Anyway, CLOWNS!"

~~~

"Alright, I'm gonna say it. That was too many clowns." Blitzo laughed.

"I have to win that pageant someday. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?"

"Eh, he sounds like a dick." You yawned.

"You were screaming for his name." Blitzo acknowledge.

"Probably because she was on coke." Fizzarolli mumbled.

"Oh come on! I was having funnn." You whined.

"Just stop getting cracked out everyday, okay? I know you use them for your performances to make you perform better, in which by the way I'm not happy about that." He narrowed his eyes.

You were wanting to tell them about your parents, but felt afraid to. "I'll stop, I promise." You gave him a reassuring smile.

"But back to the topic, I really want to work for him!"

"What's the point? Isn't being the star of our imp circus enough? Plenty of people already know who you are, Fizz. You don't need to go work for Mammon like some creepy mascot."

Blitzo doesn't think I'm a star? Should I try something stronger? No that's stupid, I'm already on thin ice.

You were slowly going into withdrawals. You wanted to pass out so bad. The two boys were talking to each other and didn't notice how slow you were walking.

"Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard? - I think..."

" I think if anyone's gonna be the new clown face on everything...it'll be you, Fizz." He pulled Fizz into a side hug.

You felt an intense jealousy. What about me?

"Where's Y/n?" Fizz looked to the side and then turned around. "Hurry up!" He yelled out.

You groaned and slowly ran to catch up. "Sorry..just really tired."

"Yeah I bet." Fizzarolli rolled his eyes.

~~~

When you turned 17 you ended up taking Meth. It did help with the performances, hell you were great. Meth gave you the same applauses that Fizzarolli received.

He wanted to be happy for you, but you were cheating. Fizz considered you as a sibling, and he didn't want to hurt your feelings. He tried for the longest time to not talk to you about it but eventually 2 years later confronted you.

After your performance (which it will be your last) you rushed to the dressing room and did some stretching to help you be more flexible.

"Y/n? Can we talk?" Fizz wrapped his tail around his legs.

"Come in!"

"We need to talk." He pulled you up from the floor and made you sit in a chair. Your leg bouncing because you can't sit still. "You need to seriously lay off the stimulants. Which one are you on now? Because this does not sound like coke."

"It's meth." You laughed.

"Dude! Seriously? What the fuck!"

"Shh don't say anything to anybody." You stood up.

"I think I do. This is getting out of hand."

"You're just saying that because you're jealous." You placed your pointer finger on his chest.

"No, you're cheating. Look Y/n, I know you can do this sober. I remember your performances when you were 10! You were great!" He tried to give you a hopeful smile.

You let out a shaky breath. "No, I need them. I'm not good without them."

Fizz frowned. "Just try, please? I'm also concerned about your safety."

"No, I just think you're pissed because i'm "cheating"." You scoffed.

"But i'm more worried!"

You shook your head and shoved him out the way. Fizz called for you, but you didn't want to talk to him.

You made your way outside of the tents and sat on a bench, placing your head on your hands and repeatedly shook your head.

"Get it together, Y/n. Fizz doesn't know what he's talking about." You're addicted. "I'm not addicted, I need it to perform better." You mumbled to yourself. "You like the feeling of stimulants, you don't care about the circus, you're only using that excuse because you don't want to admit you're addicted...Oh shut the fuck up. I'm fine...But your-

"Are you talking to yourself?" Blitzo startled you.

"Christ on a stick you scared me. And no."

Blitzo cocked an eyebrow, "I heard your conversation to yourself." He sat down. "I know you're addicted to stimulants, don't try to hide that."

"Did Fizz talk to you." You narrowed your eyes.

"No. Just...try to stop? I don't really know what to say." He shrugged.

"My whole life since I've been here I have been constantly judged for needing a little help." Your voice sounded agitated.

"Yeah but eventually you started taking them every day. All i'm telling you is to cut it down for a bit, alright?"

"I don't need you to tell me what to do." You stood up. "Already get that enough from my parents." You mumbled, but Blitzo didn't catch that.

Blitzo sighed and stood up from the bench as well. "I'm gonna go back inside, you coming?"

"No, I just need time to think."

"Fair enough. See ya." He walked inside the circus tent.

~~~

"Y/n where the hell did you go?" Blitzo called you. As of right now you're at your dealers house.

"I quit the circus."

"No shit. You decided to leave days before Fizz's birthday?"

"I needed to get away from the circus, I'm sorry."

"Can you tell me where you're at?" His voice softened.

You scanned the house you were at. Your dealer was shooting up H8, people was passed out high or drunk, an orgy was going on upstairs, and the house was full of smoke, food, and trash.

"I'm safe." You hung up.

~~~

5 miss calls from Blitzo 🐴

20 texts from Blitzo 🐴

15 miss calls from Blitzo 🐴

"Thank you for watching 666 News, a freak fire accident happened at the local Imps circus. Total of 14 died, 30 severely injured, and 50 mild injuries. Star circus performer, Fizzarolli, lost all four limbs in the fire."

The news showed some clips from the fire, you saw Blitzo running out of the circus holding his left side of his face.

"Blitzo?..."

"Here are the pictures of the victims who had sadly passed away. Let's give a moment of silence."

You stared at the TV, recognizing some of the people, but the last picture your jaw dropped, Tilla Wire.

"Next up on the news: is piss kinks really that bad?"

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Your hands were shaking as you were trying to light the pipe, but got aggravated and threw it. Your screams and sobs could be heard from the entire house. Some of the imps you were living with glared at you for making so much noise.

Your phone rang again and saw it was Blitzo. You didn't want to answer him. For some reason you can't bring yourself to answer his calls or to even call to check on him. You feel like a shitty friend for ignoring him, but it's for the best. You don't want to keep hurting him, so you have to end this friendship.

It kills you, but so is this addiction.

#helluva boss #cross posted on wattpad #blitz x reader #blitzo x reader #blitzø x reader #tw drugs #angst?

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hazbinshusk · 1 month ago

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7 for blitz please please please please please please <3 <3 <3

hope you're doing well salem!! <3

I am! especially after writing this softness :)

prompt #7: a romantic kiss.

You watch Blitzø’s claws with sleepy eyes as they map out the skin of your wrist, following the line of your arm at an almost glacial pace. You’re laying on your back, cradled by soft sheets and plush cushions – a far cry from the hookups the two of you usually share on his couch. Blitzø seems to be enjoying catching his breath in the comfort of your bed too, stretched out on his stomach beside you. His tail twitches back and forth – you can feel it brush against your calf each time it slides past, a soft, soft purr reverberating in the imp’s chest.

His fingertips continue their journey up along your arm, goosebumps following in their wake. His eyes are wide and focused, watching the way his hand looks against your skin, almost like a cat watching the movements of a new toy as it’s waved back and forth in front of them. You hum in approval as Blitzø’s fingers reach the curve of your shoulder, exhaling a smile as he takes that as instruction to smooth his palm over your collarbone. It dips down to glide a claw over the curve that marks the top of your breast for a moment, and he smirks softly to himself when your breath catches. You’re still aching between your thighs, but your nipples tighten under his gaze at the fleeting touch.

Usually, that would be enough to convince Blitzø to pinch your nipples or bring his mouth to your breasts, but instead his hand moves back up. It tickles lightly at the hollow of your throat for a moment before his hand cups your throat, taking a gentle but certain hold of it.

Blitzø uses his hold on your throat to turn your head towards him, pushing himself up onto his elbows in the same moment. He meets your eye, a weight in his gaze that makes your brow furrow, the corner of your lips tilt upward.

“You okay?”

Blitzø’s own lips twitch in pride at the huskiness cadence of your voice. “I… I wanna try somethin’.”

Your smile widens slightly, and you try for playful in your voice despite the way he’s looking at you making something heavy sink into your chest. “Is it something that requires lube?”

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes still studying your face. His hand leaves your throat to instead slide up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. Something… some unfamiliar kind of excitement so different from the raw desire you usually feel for him bursts into your chest.

Then, Blitzø lowers his face to yours, and he kisses you.

The kiss is far, far softer than his usual ones, his lips a gentle pressure against yours. It’s almost searching; his thumb keeps on stroking your cheek as you feel his tail wind its way around your ankle. His lips are soft but still needy, his tongue just touching your bottom lip for a moment. His body shifts closer to you, his chest pressing against your shoulder, and you touch your fingers to his hip, smoothing up over the soft skin of his waist. He shivers under your touch, that purr growing louder for a moment before he finally pulls away again.

Blitzø settles back on his elbows, meeting your eye again. He looks almost thoughtful… concerned… his brow furrowed.

You clear your throat self-consciously, smiling up at him softly. “That was it? That’s… what you wanted to try?”

He nods, and you can see a blush beginning to stain his cheeks in the low light.

Oh.

“…And?”

Blitzø swallows, fumbles for a moment for something to say… then he shrugs, burying his face in the curve of your throat and slinging an arm around your waist. The curve of his horn bumps against your jaw, and you reach up and stroke it tentatively.

Blitzø’s breath is warm and ticklish against your throat as he admits in a muffled voice, “It was okay.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 days ago

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Blitzo (I love calling him Blitzo so much that I think he would kill me)) × Sister!reader.

Haha! He will, he’ll come out of your screen to shoot you so be careful— but anyway, of course. Just a scenario where Barbie’s willing to forgive Blitz and try again. Eh, kinda but also not really. To be honest, I already made an older brother OC for the Buckzo twins so love sibling stuff!

Blitzø- Restart and Reload

“C’mon! C’mon! Loonie’ll finally get to meet you!”

Blitzø eagerly speaks, so excited and jittery and his hand clung to yours as he leads you through the kinda dump-y dark apartment building to find a specific room where his own living quarters and his beloved Loona stations in. His fingers laced with yours, his younger twin sister…

It’s been a while since he ever saw you but now that you’ve been reunited. He plans to keep you in his life

You merely smile at your older brother, he hasn’t changed much since he was a teenager. You’ve noticed that he still has a rather dorky sweet demeanour behind those brutal steely walls he’s put up to protect himself but for you and Loona, he drops them because he loves you two too much to be a prick

Blitzø truly trusts you two… please don’t break his heart— he’s fragile and relying on you, he wants your love as he loves you

His flexible long tail is already clung around your waist like a pair of arms wrapping you up but it’s his subconscious fear of you disappearing, you didn’t mind it even when you were shocked by the sudden contact. He has finally gotten you back after the infamous fire incident had separated you from him. He missed you so much

“Loonie?”

You politely and curiously ask as you’ve never heard of such a person… is she his girlfriend? You always kinda thought your brother was gay, but you’re wrong. He’s a flexible man, he’ll date anybody. It just shows how little you really know your own sibling. Blitzø blames you and his father for this, that you don’t know what kinda person he is. Not what he was like as a teenager and eager to be a circus owner and infatuated with Fizzarolli

He isn’t that type of guy anymore and he is excited to show you his life, give you a new one where you’re no longer alone. Nor is Blitzø. His pretty ruby red eyes, which match yours perfectly, face you with an almost flabbergasted expression, in his mind. Everybody knows his beloved Loonie so you expressing your indifference has him more eager for you to meet his precious daughter

“Loonie’s my baby girl! I adopted her when she was seventeen!”

That surprised you as well since Blitzø is the last person you ever suspected to have a child and therefore become a parent but nevertheless, you think it’s a good thing since you always said he’d make a good dad when you two would play family as children all those years ago. But you don’t press on it long, smiling calm and happily as he stops before a specific apartment door and fiddles in his pockets to pick out his keys

“Oh…”

To Blitzø, your smile is so beautiful, even amongst any confusion or realisation you have. As beautiful as Loona’s smile. He wants to see more of it, especially since you’re his baby sister, his hand and fingers laced up with yours without a single inch of separation inbetween you two. His thick long clawed fingers flipping through the silver round keychain hooking all his keys on one item as he manages to find the right silvery metallic key to press it into the lock and open it up with a soft tap to the now opened door

Blitzø basically drags you across the floor to enter his dangy but suitable home, so excited and delighted to begin the bonding process with you that he doesn’t even give you the moment to process the apartment or speak up. You stumble up to your feet a bit hastily as your own long tail swish smoothly before flexibly shutting the door for your silly kooky little brother

Looking over at the many crossed out almost Polaroid-like pictures pinned on the wall consisting of two unknown smaller imps and a unknown tall grey wolf hellhound but himself is scribbled out with dark marker… it’s concerning but you don’t get a chance, once more, to ask him about it. Despite the fact you want to, because

Blitzø almost throws you onto the couch like he was trying to break a table with you, back down as he stuffs his keys into his business suit-coat pockets to be free-handed before jumping over the back of the old crappy couch to land basically right next to your head expertly. Smirking with his usual shit-eating grin as a cheeky little idea clicks into his head at your current predicament

He legit lays his hand over your face playfully like he’s trying to smother you, getting a response from you being to bite his blood red skin with your sharp clean fangs, yet not to prick out any thick black blood. Your equally big and thick hands reaching up to try pry it off in sync to your nipping

“Agh! Hey, ya lil’ shit!”

Blitzø coos out in a playful sense of outrage and disgust whilst you manage to rise up to your knees when rolling over upon him parting. It’s only been like… a hour since you ran into him and he glued himself to your hip until you submitted to his request and now here you are. You don’t mind, he still has your sense of humour and that’s relieving. That your big bro isn’t just a entirely new person now that he’s a grown ass man

You go right to try fling him over the couch’s armrest by his leg but he uses his tail to flexibly grab onto your wrist and try pin you down back. Just playful wrestling, you’ve gotten into it when you got his hints. You are his twin, of course. You’re like him, your tail swishing as you try to lunge onto him and it works when he miscalculates his movements

The sibling play wrestling you and him that are bound in by both of your pushes, ends almost instantly at the sound of the only bedroom in this apartment’s door swinging open creakily as that same tall grey and white female Hellhound you saw in that wall full of pictures, angrily huffing and rubbing her messily gray long hair with a hairbrush clutched in her paw, steps out without a word but a judgemental glare

Blitzø blinks in surprise for a moment or two when he looks up at the fluffy mess of a Hellhound but he melts into pure joy and euphoria at seeing his beloved baby girl has come out in a blink, he didn’t even need to try convince her to leave the privacy of her comfortable gothic room to meet you! This day couldn’t get any better, everything is going the way he wanted!

He hugs you passionately with almost all limbs to acrobatically sit up after unravelling himself form you with you clutched in his arms as he marches happily to his scowling Hellhound with his smile as wide as the arch of his mighty horns

Already introducing you to this Hellhound without even making a modicum of an effort to explain what the Heaven’s fuck is going on to his confused and annoyed daughter. Blitzø is far too excited and wants you and his beloved Loonie to bond, be best friends! He is so damn relieved that Loona hasn’t shut the door in his face yet and is genuinely letting him speak, even if she looks displeased

“Had a good nap, Loonie? Hope you did! Hey! Wanna say ‘hi’ to your aunt! This is your auntie, do you like her?”

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months ago

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Hiiii, I just read your Blitz x trans male! Hellhound reader and I loved it! It was so sweet and comforting for someone who's also trans male 🥹 and it got me thinking, what if a male hellhound reader met Blitz one day at a bar or smth (maybe reader works there?) and they get to talking, Blitz is low-key already crushing, pass a date or a few and reader and Blitz are happily dating! Now, Blitz has been wanting for reader and Loona to meet, cause why not? Plot twist, reader is Loona's bio dad! How they find out is up to you 🫶🫶 (and it's totally okay if you're not taking any requests rn, just wanted to toss my thoughts out there) but I do hope you have a nice day, drink some yummy water, eat that good food, and stay safe 😁

Haha! Awww. Really? You’re trans? That’s wonderful, I hope I did okay with representation since I am nervous to tackle it. You are beautiful in all bodies but I am happy you’ve found your preferred skin! Trans support for life! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

By the way, I love this! It’s adorable! I think Blitz meeting Loona’s real mom or dad is a cute concept for even a real episode. I can imagine how grateful the parents would be to Blitz for taking care of their puppy! But anyway. Happy to do this, Blitzy is a good boy and I LOVE him so much. You have no idea!

Also also. Everybody. PLEASE stop hating on Blitz. What is going on with him is NOT his fault! You need to step back and look at what happened before bashing him

Blitzø- High-Tell Surprise

Blitzø doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to romantic partners. He has a endless amount of flings and one-night stands but nobody has truly held his heart in the way Fizzarolli did since him, so he shuts himself out from love to avoid the heartbreak

That was all until he met you…

At your job, at a local kinda shitty bat in Imp City. Blitzø was simply exhausted from such a tiring day at his business; running it, arguing with Moxxie, trying to maintain his beloved Loona. All he wanted was to get a bit hammered to dull how aching he is

Blitzø, at first, simply thought you were quite handsome and appealing as you uninterestedly tending the bar he strolled up to. Hellhound as well, he didn’t even know other Hellhounds stuck around this shithole

But hey. He was interested so he worked his magic on you and in no time, he was holding quite the fun conversation with you whilst you were working. Even though, you could have just told him to leave… you didn’t

And he found that very flattering

This became a weird routine he begun doing. He almost immediately forgot about his weird feelings for the Goetia Prince, Stolas and focused more on you to the point that everybody noticed it, even Loona. Coming to the same bar every single day after work, to talk to you and you became his friend in no time

Blitzø isn’t usually the type to make friends with others since he’s quite shielded and closed-off emotionally but yet, he’s still pursuing some type of connection with you and he doesn’t know if it’s because you’re so attractive or it’s because he wants you to be in his life

It felt like everything went by in a blissful blur for Blitzø since all he remembers past up to THAT day is just casual conversations over alcohol that got him wrecked faster than he wants to admit

The mischievous Imp, during his Blitzed state one afternoon at the bar you worked at. I’ll say that it’s become the norm for him to be a regular at your workplace, managed to stumble out something along the lines of;

“Wanna go out with me?”

And surprisingly! You said yes. He almost couldn’t believe it, he never ever wanted to pursue a relationship, out of his fear of intimacy but he can’t get out of this now. He’d have kissed your cute doggy snout right there if he wouldn’t fall over from all the alcohol making his head woozy

You did go on a date with him the next morning… many dates throughout the weeks and eventually, Blitzø decided that weird but pleasant burning beat in his heart is worth to pursue, even if he was so afraid of rejection. He shot his shot and he finally didn’t miss, since now. You’re his hot fluffy wolf boyfriend!

These few months have been even more blissful and kinda blurry than the weeks he spent getting tipsy just to talk to you. He gets to come to your apartment every day, he gets somebody to kiss and talk to, somebody to lean on, somebody to remind him he isn’t alone

Blitzø has introduced you to everybody he loves… being his employees but not the most important one in his life. Loona!

How could he forget?!

Blitzø quickly decides he needs to arrange a meeting inbetween you and his beloved Loonie-Toonie proto since you’re her new stepdad after all. Plus, you’re both fluffy wolfy Hellhounds. He believes it fits and believes that you’ll make a great father figure for his beloved daughter

Okay… he wanted you to be a good father figure to Loona but he did NOT know you were her dad! Holy shit! Blitzø nearly choked on his food when you suddenly picked out a locket necklace, the one belonging to your late wife… the mother of Loona and compared Loona to the baby picture of her

You recognised Loona as scarily familiar, the moment your cute smol imp boyfriend introduced her as his daughter

You and her do very much share blaring similarities physically but Blitzø always figured Hellhounds look similar and never thought much but when you showed off your wife’s locket necklace and compared the picture inside to Loona

Blitzø couldn’t believe his luck… he scored his daughter’s biological father?! And said biological father is actually caring and loving and regrets giving up Loona

Blitzø, the second you revealed this, was ready to kick you out for hurting Loona but when he heard yours and your late wife’s side of the story… he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at you. You did the right thing by saving Loona from a poverty-stricken life

On the other hand, Loona isn’t that happy with you at all

Even so, Blitzø is confident that you’ll be able to repair your relationship with your daughter eventually. He is here to support you all the way and as also Loona’s dad, he will help repair this as much as he can

As he does truly love you, he loves you even more knowing you didn’t just abandon Loona selfishly and did a truly selfless thing for her. You’re a wonderful man, as Blitzø says

By the way, Blitzø finds your late deceased wife attractive and says she is a babe when you show him the pics of her but he respects the fact you’ll always love Loona’s mother, even when you’re with him… hell, he says he’d bang her if she was still alive— that’s just Blitzø

“Hey. Hey. Hey, Bae. Listen to me, I know what Loony said really hurt but she’s just a sensitive soul. I know, she’ll come around, trust me. I know how our daughter is”

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Blitzø X human!assassin! Reader

First encounter

Summary: Blitzø gets a commission for your murder. Naturally, you'd prefer not to get murdered. Unlike his previous victims, you actually have the skills to avoid bullets... And to charm the imp.

A/n: This is the first part of the short series. I will definitely post at least two more parts. Here you have links to all the parts currently available:

Part 1: First Encounter -> you're here:)

Part 2: Blooming feelings

You were an assassin

But unlike Blitzø, you were selective in your targets. You didn't JUST kill. You killed the worst of the worst: rapists, murderers, basically the scum of the Earth

No wonder, you ended up on Blitzø's hit list. You had a lot of enemies in hell, it was only a matter of time, until one of them commissioned your death.

Yes, your line of job was dangerous and demanded killing people. You know what else it demanded? Not being killed in return

Which is why Blitzø's first assault on you failed miserably:

You were walking down the street, minding your business, really. You were off work (aka not killing people at the moment). A rare occasion, which is why you decided to use it to the max and enjoy your day to the fullest. So yes, you were making your way down the street.

That's when the shooting started. To say you were pissed would be an understatement of the year.

"Come on" you grumbled falling to the ground, trying to avoid the bullets "Why can't I have a single day without having to fight for my life?"

Blitzø didn't expect this to be a hard job.

He didn't think of you as a strong or capable, for that matter, oponent.

You didn't think this fight would last long.

You didn't think your assailant was very much capable either.

Needless to say, both of you were very much wrong.

Half an hour has gone by and your fight was still in progress. You were currently behind a car, which was starting to get filled with more and more bullet holes.

"Hey! Maybe stop wasting bullets?" You shouted in frustration.

"Wouldn't have to if you just died" you got a reply. You rolled your eyes. "And anyways, why are you bitching about my shooting? Like you could do better" his voice was grumpy, like a small child about to throw a tantrum

"Yeah, I actually could. I'd kill you with one"

"Why haven't ya then?"

"I forgot my gun at home" was your pissed reply

You heard laughter from the other side of your impromptu hiding spot.

"Haha that fucking sucks for ya, bitch"

"Yeah, I figured that much..." You said in resignation.

You risked a glance from behind the car and earned yourself a rain of bullets.

That's how you spent the next 20 minutes: exchanging quips, followed by series of machine gun fire and repeat.

Sometimes you had to change your place of cover, seeing as the assailant managed to destroy it or approach you from the side.

And finaly, time came for the question:

"Why'd you want to kill me anyway?"

"Well, hmmmm" the shooting stopped for a moment. 'Guess we're back to talking', you thought.

"How do I say it?" He continued nonchalantly "I got a comission to kill ya. Got paid hard cash for it. So soz, but ya gotta go babe. Nooooo hard feelings" he said in a childish, mocking voice.

"Oh! Who was it?"

"Whaaaat?"

"I mean, who payed for my ticket to the other side?" You clarified.

"Uhh just some dude named-"

"Wait! No! Let me guess" he didn't protest, so you started listing off names:

"Was it... Rogers? Adams? Smith? It must've been Smith, that son of a gun had it out for me" seeing as he didn't confirm it, you continued, "Not Smith, then. Uhhh Carols? Barnes? Danvers? No? Was it the leader of that cartel I shut down a month ago?"

Finally Blitzø had to interrupt and actually tell you who it was. He was startled (and slightly impressed) by how many people actualy wanted you dead

When he ran out of bullets, time came for hand to hand combat. You didn't disappoint him in this area either.

Aaaand you got a chance to get a better look at the guy. Though.... you had your doubts whether it was a 'guy'... His skin was red, with some white marks, and he had horns, long, curving slightly towards the end. From your rich experience with human beings, he definitely wasn't one...

You ducked from a punch coming your way and retaliated with a sweeping roundhouse kick.

"What's" you said between the heavy breaths of exhaustion "your... Name?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Blitzø, the o is silent" he breathed out "Yours?"

"Y/n" you replied

"Cool" he replied as a few more punches came your way. A bit later he continued:

"Now if you'd let me do my job..."

"Gosh, you're so stupid. This is so inefficient" you stopped abruptly, causing him to stop as well.

"I can't just let you go. I have to kill you!"

"Ugghhh, don't you get it? You should wait until your have at least 5 more murder requests for me. That way you get quantuple the amount of money. Gosh you're so stupid "

"So, you don't mind me killing you? Cuz, you see, that's kind of hard to believe, sweetcheecks"

"Look, I'm telling you the most efficient way to use your resources. I'm not telling you I'd be an easy kill...."

"Well I guess I could-" Blitzo was cut off by an explosion. The air was filled with smoke. In one swift movement, you jumped over a fence and a few minutes later you were on your merry way home.

You see, you weren't just idly hiding from the bullets.

You didn't have ammo, but you had knowledge and... Some chemicals you forgot to unpack from your bag. With your limited supply, you managed to produce some semblance of a smoke bomb.

And that's how you got away.

Blitzø tracked you down again. And you escaped. So he found you again, and you managed to avoid death oncemore

At first, you took your 'rivalry' seriously, you really did. But there's only that many times you can engage in mortal combat with a person before it becomes ridiculous to deny that there is more to it than just killing each other.

You realised, that you started to look forward to Blitzø's surprise attacks. And Blitzø realised that maybe sometimes he has been throwing off his aim on purpose

Both of you were scared to admit your feelings, but the whole endeavour was starting to cross the line to absurdity

Something needed to be done about it

So..... You took the initiative:

It was another fight. It was becoming a routine by now. This one, however, would end with a small twist

The smoke bomb went off, you could hear the shattering of glass and the revving of the motorbike. Y/n was gone.

"And she's gone..." Blitzø stated and was about to leave through the portal, when Moxxie pulled his sleeve:

"Sir, there's a card on the floor"

Blitzo picked it up, it was a note. In a neat handwriting the following was written:

Despite being sent to kill me

(and failing miserably),

you're chill

Call me:)

314 159 2653

You got a text this very evening

A/n: that's part 1! Hope you liked it:) The second part will encompass your and Blitzo's developing relationship… so.... Stay tuned ig

(I'll probably post it somewhere around 6th or 7th May?)

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