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hazbinshusk · 2 days ago

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blitzø x hellhound!reader. blitzø comes home from a mission to find you a wet, whimpering mess - your heat has set in and there's only one thing that can alleviate the pain of it... but I'll leave the filthy single entendres to blitz. 3.3k

(I had two requests for blitzø with a hellhound; one for a sunshine!reader that told me to have fun with the genre, and another for a reader in heat. so here's a combination of the two. thank you for being so patient, dear anons! hope you like it!)

featuring: smut, afab/fem!reader, petnames that reflect gender (e.g. good girl), light petplay vibes in that there's petnames that reflect species (e.g. puppy), breeding kink, sex toys, overstimulation, minor references to blood, dom!blitzø, hellhound anatomy, oral sex, blitzø being a little shit, hell's version of contraception (I pulled it out of my ass, okay?).

Whining as you roll your fingers needily over your clit, you thrust your hips up to meet the dildo you’re pumping in and out of your aching, dripping cunt. Your usually downy fur is damp with sweat, your brow creased with frustration and your tongue lolling out of the side of your mouth. The thick silicon stretches you almost uncomfortably – you were using a toy that only saw action during your heat, one too big for you – hoping that the fuller you felt the more you could trick this fucking heat cycle into thinking it’s satisfied. Even with how wet you are it hurts a little, but that doesn’t stop you from fucking yourself roughly, desperately. You know you’ll hurt too much tomorrow, but right now all reasonable thoughts have been replaced with raw, unending need.

Pain flares in your cheek when you tense your jaw, irritation doubling as you feel yet another orgasm slip away from you despite your efforts. A snarl – a rarely heard sound coming from you – ripples out of your throat, one that rolls out of you chest in pure, unadulterated annoyance.

“Fuck!” you bark out at the ceiling, the sound devolving into a whimper as you shift your hips up against the toy, angling it to brush against your g-spot better with every thrust. Your arm aches with overuse, your lower back complains with every roll of your hips, but you can’t stop. All you can do is wish desperately that your vibrator would recharge just a little faster.

Not that it would matter. It didn’t the first time.

For the love of everything unholy, you hated being a hound sometimes.

Your ears prick upward suddenly from where they’d been flattened back against your skull. The sound of the lock in the front door turning over catches your attention, and you’re off the bed and on shaky legs son fast it makes your head spin. You barely notice the feeling of the dildo sliding out of you to land with a dull thump on the carpet, your thighs slick with your own excitement and your knees threatening to collapse under you as you stumble out into the hall.

Blitzø closes the door behind him and is halfway through shrugging off his coat when your legs finally give out and you fall sideways into the wall in front of him. You barely notice the pain that flares in your shoulder over the aching heat burning in the pit of your stomach. You’re panting, overheated and exhausted and so fucking needy, and you shudder, pressing your thighs together. “Blitz—”

“Shit—!” the imp moves to help you up, leaving his coat in a heap on the floor behind him. You must look a mess – hair dishevelled and sweaty, your naked body on full display – but you don’t care, nuzzling into his palm needily when he cups your cheek in his hand. “Christ on a stick, I thought you weren’t due for another week – fuck!”

He chokes on a laugh as you knock him onto his ass and try to straddle his lap, the sound breaking off into a groan as you grind yourself against his thigh. He pushes you away as gently as he can while you cling to him, and you’re too far gone to be embarrassed by the stain you’ve left on his jeans. Instead you whine, the reedy sound catching in your throat, and Blitzø makes a show of hauling himself to his feet, brushing himself off as though you’d just knocked him into a pile of dirt instead of onto the carpet.

“Alrighty eager-beaver,” he continues, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops to toss it aside. His grin widens when your tongue wets your muzzle in response, your eyes wide and hungry. He takes your hand and hauls you up off the floor, smacking your ass and pointing towards the bedroom. “Let’s get your sweet lil’ ass to bed so I can pound it into the mattress for ya, that’s a good pup.”

You whine again as he takes hold of your hips and guides you back to bed, stumbling over unsteady feet. Blitzø snickers as he sidesteps the dildo on the floor pointedly, and he raises a brow as he takes in the disaster area that is the bed. Sheets thrown back and torn, feathers from where the pillow has been ripped open by your teeth scattered across them. There’s a wet patch eclipsing the middle of the bed, your charging vibrator blinking from the bedside table. When he reaches the side of the bed he reaches out and flicks the dildo still suction-cupped to the headboard, watching it bounce as he affects a tone of faux-sympathy and an exaggerated pout.

“Awww, poor little puppy’s been fuckin’ herself raw for hours, haven’t ya?” he coos tauntingly, smirking as you climb onto the mattress to kneel in front of him, fumbling with the button of his jeans with shaky fingers. He lets you, snickering again when you pull the zipper open with enough force to tear the fabric. He groans, eyes rolling back as you cup your hand eagerly around his half-hard cock, your tail thumping against the headboard with every wag of it. “Roll over, puppy. Let daddy take care of you.”

Blitzø strokes himself, squeezing the base of his cock with each slide of his fingers as you do as you’re told, rolling over and leaning forward on your elbows. Blitzø smooths a hand over your ass appreciatively, swatting it hard enough to draw a yelp out of you. You’re practically quivering with the need for him to fill you, to fuck you, and when Blitzø presses the head of his cock into your wet, eager cunt you choke on a moan, the sound coming out as more of a sob.

“Fuuuuuck…” Blitzø groans as you squeeze around him, even with only an inch or so inside you. Instead of fucking you, he stills his hips, scratching his claws up your thigh teasingly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet… Sexy little slip’n’slide…”

“Blitz, please…” you plead, a canine whine slipping out along with the words. “Please, I—I need you—fuck, please, fuck me. I can’t…”

Blitzø’s undoubtedly snarky reply breaks off into a moan, low and rough in the back of his throat as you move against him. You fuck yourself desperately back onto his cock and he doesn’t stop you, grabbing hold of the base of your tail so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your aching cunt. Watch the way your pussy kisses the head of his cock before enveloping him again, tight and hot and so fucking wet. You let out another strangled sob through gritted fangs when he still refuses to move, your forehead pressed uncaringly against the wet patch on the sheets as you fuck yourself onto him, the scent of your own arousal thick in your nose.

You can feel Blitzø’s grip on your tail, the claws of his other hand digging deep into the muscle of your hip. Already this feels so much better than any toy, the warmth of his touch, the almost painful strength of his grip on your hip. He isn’t as thick as the dildo but he still stretches you, filling you with this delicious, familiar ache that makes heat tingle through the small of your back.

Or maybe that’s the way he tugs on your tail, forcing your back into a more severe arch, making each slide of his cock as you bounce yourself back on it graze against that sweet spot inside you. It didn’t matter – your brain can’t focus on anything through the haze of the heat except for how fucking good it will feel to have him fill you, breed you; to feel his cum filling you up so much it will have no choice but to drip back out of you and stain the fur of your inner thighs.

“Good girl,” he croons, his voice hitching when you thrust back against him and squeeze, and he snickers in the back of his throat deliriously. “Fuck… you want me to fuck you proper? Fuck you like a good little bitch?”

“Please, Blitz…” you whimper, claws tearing further into the sheets beneath you. Tears are burning in the corners of your eyes, and your voice breaks as you beg. “Please. I’ll be—I’ll be a good girl, Blitz, please, just fuck me—”

Blitzø runs a hand over the swell of your ass, squeezing wantonly at the flesh. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

The imp grasps roughly at your hips and thrusts deep into you, bottoming out inside you with a groan. He doesn’t hesitate to fuck you forcefully, his hips slamming into the back of your thighs with every push of his hips. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, of his cock filling you is downright filthy, joined by the throaty gasps that escape you each time he buries his cock to the hilt in your cunt.

“That’s it,” Blitzø grunts, tail wrapping itself tightly around your thigh. You choke on a sound halfway between a moan and a yelp as the spines of it dig into your skin. It’s a possessive move, one that will leave marks on your inner thighs for weeks, and it thrills you in a way that makes your entire body shudder. You’re his, and Blitzø chuckles when your tail wags at the idea, battering against his chest. He catches hold of the base of it again, holding it down against your thigh. “Yeah… such a happy puppy gettin’ fucked like this… feel so fuckin’ good…”

The bed springs groan beneath you with every roll of your hips into his. His tail quickens against your clit and an orgasm rocks through you, your thighs shivering and your hips jerking disjointedly as he continues to thrust into you. Blitzø slows his pace, hissing a string of curses under his breath as you tighten, vicelike, around his cock.

“No, no, no, no,” you beg, trying to fuck yourself back onto him again. His claws tighten painfully on your hips, forcing you to stay still as he steadies himself, and you let out a purely canine whine that makes him chuckle breathlessly. “Please, Blitz… don’t stop. Don’t stop, I need—”

“I know what you need, baby girl,” he groans, grinding himself slowly into you again. You whimper, desperate for more even as the aftershocks of your orgasm still make you twitch. This fucking heat… even with how good it feels to finally cum, the tension inside you won’t break until he does too; not until you feel him fill you with cum. “You… fuck…. ‘m not gonna last if you keep squeezin’ me like that… shiiit…”

“Don’t need you to last,” you tell him, pushing hair out of your face with a shaky hand. “Need you to cum, Blitz, please.”

“Jus’ what every dick-carryin’ member o’ Hell wants to hear,” Blitzø snickers, unwinding his tail from your leg. He massages a hand over where his claws have left blood welling up against the fur of your thigh. “Cum quick and no foreplay.”

Your answering laugh catches as Blitzø swats your ass again, and you let out a strangled sound of frustration when he slips his cock out of you.

“Roll over; that’s a good pup.” the imp orders, smoothing his hand up over your knee to your thigh as you do as he asks. He grips the base of his cock with his other hand, appraising your naked body and mussed fur with half-lidded eyes. His tongue slides hungrily against his lip as crawls up onto the bed to kneel between your legs. He leans over you and palms your breast, squeezing it roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you gasp. Blitzø’s smirk widens lasciviously, and you wrap your legs around his hips eagerly, pushing his jeans further down his thighs. He trails his palm over your knee where it rests against his waist in what’s almost an affectionate gesture, and he slides his cock over your clit a few times, slow and teasing. “Wanna try begging again?”

“Blitz,” you groan, pressing your hips up against him needily. You sigh a moan ass the move makes the head of his cock dip into you, and Blitzø moans in the back of his throat, giving in and thrusting fully into you again. “Fuck!”

The imp grips at your hip with one hand, bracing himself over you on the other as he fucks you, rough and hard and deep. You clutch at his arms, his chest, claws digging into his skin and leaving dark tracks across it. Blitzø hisses at the feeling of it, grin widening, and he meets you halfway when you lean up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Blitzø kisses you hungrily, demandingly, his tongue sliding into your mouth to meet yours almost immediately. He moans into your mouth, the sound almost obnoxiously pornographic, when your fingers graze the side of his throat, his teeth catching on your bottom lip. “Christ, fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good… shit…”

His fingers find your clit and you arch up against him as you cum, the way Blitzø’s cock hammers into your cunt making it gush out of you. You almost shriek with the force of it, your head falling back against the ruined sheets, eyes rolling back. Blitzø curses, shivers when your fingers graze along the spikes at the back of his head, pulling you into another desperate kiss.

“So fuckin’ tight…” he groans, lips and teeth brushing against your cheekbone before he buries his face in your neck. “Gonna fill you up. That’s what you want, isn’t it, pup? Fill you up and breed you like a good little bitch…”

“Yes!” you gasp as he buries his teeth in your shoulder, pushing your hips up to meet his with every thrust. His hips slam into yours, a thrill of pain mingling with the addictive pleasure burning through you. Your voice is a breathless whine, jaw tight. “Yes! Fuck, Blitz, fuck… please, let me have your pups… please… cum inside me, please, fuck…”

Blitzø kisses the underside of your jaw, breath hot and heavy against your throat. His fingers find your clit again and you moan aloud, voice hoarse and rough and broken as you cum again. The imp echoes it, desperately trying to steady himself long enough to get his words out. “Gonna cum, baby… Gonna fuckin’ fill you so fuckin’—fuck!”

Blitzø thrusts deep into you and cums, grinding himself hard against your cunt as he shudders through his orgasm. A sob tears from your throat as the tension inside you finally, finally breaks, your entire body shivering under his touch. Blitzø fucks himself slowly into you in a disjointed rhythm, forcing his cum deep into your cunt, and you barely register the way he brushes his lips over the marks he’s left in your shoulder. When he kisses you again, you taste the iron of your own blood, and he slides his cock out of you slowly with a heavy, tired sigh. He rolls off of you and onto the mattress beside you, laughing breathlessly as his back meets the soaked sheets.

“Fuckin’ Christ, baby,” he reaches over to pat your thigh, snickering when his touch makes you jump, over-sensitized. “Might wanna think about changin’ the sheets.”

“I’ll get right… right on it,” you reply breathlessly, thighs aching. The sound of your tail thumping against the mattress fills the space between you, and Blitzø smirks, his own tail switching back and forth lazily by your ankle. You whine quietly when you feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of you and down your inner thigh. You roll over to rest you chin on his chest and stare up at him with wide, happy eyes, tail still waving merrily behind you. “Thanks. For coming—”

“Heh,” he cuts you off obnoxiously, laughing when you poke him in the ribs in retort.

“—over.” you finish pointedly. “I know you had work to do today.”

“Oh, fuck work,” Blitzø says, one arm tucked up behind his head. His other hand comes up to tousle the hair between your ears affectionately. “You really think I’m pickin’ work over blowin’ your back out when you’re all heat-horny?”

“Well…” you shrug a shoulder, face warming in a blush, “you really like work.”

“And I really like the way you do that bouncy-squeezy thing when you’re all impatient for more of my thick, red co—”

You try to cut him off by covering his mouth with your hands and Blitzø laughs, ducking back out of reach. He catches hold of your wrists and pulls you into another kiss, forked tongue sliding against yours. He releases them to cup your cheek in his palm, fingers carding through your fur and up to the base of your ear. He rolls you onto your back, moving with you to brace himself on one elbow.

He breaks away with a breathless laugh as you reach down to curl your fingers around his cock. It’s soft, but it twitches under your touch.

“Christ on a stick, tits, give me a minute,” he snickers, pulling your hand gently away again and smirking when you pout.

You sigh childishly. “A whole minute?”

He grins and kisses you again, stopping when a thought comes to him.

“You’re early – that shit Fizz’s barnyard bitch makes is, uh…” he gestures vaguely down over your belly. “It’s, uh… doin’ its thing in there, right?”

“Took it this morning; the test for it is on the table,” you nod hurriedly, trying to pull him on top of you again. Blitzø shakes his head in amusement; as eager as you are right now to be knocked up, neither of you are particularly thrilled at the idea of actually breeding outside of the heat. Taking the contraceptive before heat set in was basically foolproof, and the test provided reassurance to partners when the one in heat is too far gone and needy to be worried about telling the truth. “Now, fuck me already, please.”

Blitzø chuckles, sparing the test a long enough glance to confirm you’re telling the truth. He slips a hand down over your belly to tease two fingers over your clit and you shudder, your breath catching in a quiet moan. He watches your expression almost affectionately, circling your clit slowly. “Thirsty bitch.”

“Blitz…” you draw his name out needily, bucking your hips up against his hand.

The imp smacks a kiss to the side of your muzzle, flicking your clit and making you jump before rolling away and sitting up. He claps his hands and rubs them together, stretching out a kink in his lower back.

“Alrighty, here’s the plan. You want me to fuck you again?” he grins when you nod enthusiastically, leaning over to fish a packet of wipes and a bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer. He cleans off the dildo still suctioned to the headboard brusquely and squirts some lube on it.

“Then you: fuck that,” he stands on the bed, cupping his hardening cock in his hand. “While you—” he points at his crotch with his other hand, “—suck this. Alrighty, tits?”

You roll over onto your hands and knees readily, and Blitzø bends down to kiss you again as you reach back and line the dildo up with your still-aching cunt, stroking it a few times to spread the lube over the silicon. You moan into his mouth as it sinks into you, your eyes rolling back behind closed lids.

Blitzø straightens, fisting the base of his cock and groaning as you lap at the head of it with your tongue. When you take him eagerly into your mouth he groans, his head falling back and his hand clutching at the hair between your ears. “Fuuuuuck… that’s my good girl…”

a/n: it was two anons who requested this one, but I'm tagging @clovrplayz and @rhiandoesfandom because the vibes are very much there for them lol.

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