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[hazbinshusk]

Can I uh.....get a uh......19 or 22 w Blitz pls?

thanks for being so patient! prompt 19 is done, so here's...

prompt #22: a kiss with tongue/a french kiss

You bend down to pour a pair of fresh drinks, rolling your eyes good-naturedly as Blitzø’s hand comes up automatically to smooth up the back of your thigh. He grins up at you in response, fingers lingering under the hem of your skirt, claws grazing the sensitive flesh there. You swat his hand away and he chuckles, scooping up his glass and settling back into his spot on one end of the couch.

You return to the other side of the couch after returning the bottle to the fridge, and Blitzø barely lets you settle against the cushions before he raises a brow at you, an almost affronted expression raising a brow and curling his lips. “The fuck are you doing over there?”

“If you want snacks, you can get them yourself,” you reply with an amused sigh. “There’s some of that funky ass cheese you like in the door of the fridge.”

“Later,” he waves a hand, then uses it to catch hold of your wrist. He tugs you towards him and you smile despite yourself as he encourages you to straddle his lap. His other hand comes up to clutch at your thigh as you lift your leg and slide it over his lap. “Got more important things in mind.”

You touch a hand to your chest, faux-flattered. “Ooh, like what?”

Blitzø grins, leaning up to catch your lips with his. He kisses you languidly, and when your lips part in a soft sigh, he slides his tongue into your mouth. Blitzø’s hand squeezes your thigh, the fingers of his other hand interlocking with yours. A shiver settles into the small of your back as he massages your thigh, claws once again slipping up under the edge of your skirt to tease the soft, plush flesh of your inner thigh.

You wrap your free arm around his neck, grasping at his jacket, and he releases you long enough to shrug it off, toss it aside. He does it without breaking the kiss, and you can feel his smile against your lips, feel his excitement between your thighs. Blitzø groans into your mouth, a furrow in his brow, as you grind down over his lap in a slow, even, roll of your hips. “Shit…”

He barely gives you another moment to catch your breath before he’s kissing you again, his tongue teasing against yours. Blitzø takes hold of your hips, encouraging you into grinding against him again, pushing his own hips up into you. You let out a little yelp of surprise, muffled by his kiss, as he turns and lays you out on the couch.

You wrap your legs around his waist automatically, your arms around his neck, one hand sliding down to tease over his chest. Grabbing at his shirt, you push it up, sliding your fingers over the lean muscle of his stomach. Blitzø groans into your mouth at the touch, teeth catching your bottom lip.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game here, tits,” he murmurs against your cheek, letting his mouth drift lower to suck a mark into the side of your neck. Your breath catches in a soft moan, the hand around his neck moving up to circle fingers around one of the spikes at the back of his head. He growls into the side of your throat.

“You started it,” you reply, catching his cheek and bringing his face back up to yours so you can meet his eye. “You gonna finish it?”

He sniggers, bumping his forehead against yours. “Fuckin’ count on it.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

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@honeystar112 got the idea of remaking this image into Smg34 in their spy suits, so obviously took the challenge! I loved making this, they look so cute like that ^^

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[hazbinshusk]

#20-43 with Blitz please? 🙏 😊

only doing one prompt per request (and most of the numbers between these two have already been done), so here's #20. hope you like it!

a/n: this got a little heavy on the parental issues front for the reader, so if that's a sensitive topic, read with caution. it also got... very explicit lol

prompt: #20: a rough kiss

Blitzø jumps as the door to his apartment crashes open, and he’s halfway to the kitchen for whatever he can grab for a weapon before he realises it’s you that’s thrown it open. He recovers from his surprise quickly, leaning back against the countertop of the kitchen island and folding his arms across his chest. Taking in the fury emanating off of you, he raises a brow in barely-contained delight, his tail waving slowly behind him. “Good lunch with your parents?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you bite back, your own tail snapping irritably behind you as you march across the carpet towards him. Grabbing hold of your collar, you catch sight of his amused grin the second before you pull him towards you and meet his lips with your own angrily.

You kiss him roughly, demandingly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body up against his with a need that almost borders on manic. Blitzø responds almost immediately, taking hold of your waist and tugging you even closer until your body is flush against the firm line of his. He slides his tongue into your mouth and you moan around it, one hand bunching in his shirt against his shoulder. Your other hand cups the back of his neck, nails scratching at the base of it in a way that makes the imp shudder, laugh breathlessly into your kiss.

“Christ on a stick, I love that you hate your mother,” Blitzø mutters against your mouth, his breath hot and addictive against your skin.

“Asshole,” you growl, irritation only seeming to amuse him further. Blitzø kisses you again, hands groping at your waist, your hips, sliding around to clutch possessively at your ass. He presses a leg up between your thighs and you grind against it needily, pouring your frustrations into his touch as though it can banish all the crap your mother had just ‘helpfully’ offloaded onto you over lunch. His teeth graze your bottom lip, catch it enough to draw blood, and you hear him, feel him groan into your mouth as the metallic tang of blood hits his tongue.

You’re tearing at his clothes before you can really think about whether Loona’s home, whether you can be interrupted. Your claws catch in the worn fabric of his t-shirt and it tears. Blitzø snickers against your lips as you grope at his chest greedily, map out the muscles of his stomach with your fingers.

Blitzø surprises you when he suddenly tightens his hold on your ass and lifts, and you let out a yelp as he turns around. The imp sets you on the counter and you wrap your legs around his waist as he leans up on his toes to kiss you again. He braces himself with a hand on either side of your thighs, suckling at your bottom lip for a moment before his tongue is sliding against yours again.

He moans into the embrace as your tail winds tightly around his, one hand grasping roughly at your thigh. He kneads at the muscle, slipping his fingers up under the hem of the dress you’d dutifully worn to try and impress your parents. Within seconds he has the hemline go from demure to scandalous, claws dipping down between your thighs to tease at the sensitive skin between them. Your breath hitches at the sensation, at the way he leaves your lips to instead brush his against your throat. He teases the flesh with his teeth and lips and tongue, and when he sinks his teeth into the curve where your neck meets your collarbone you moan.

“More,” you urge, grabbing hold of one of his horns and dragging his mouth back up to yours.

Blitzø’s claws dig so deeply into the meat of your thigh you’re sure you feel the skin break, and it thrills you. You want to be marked, to be claimed, to have everything she said that hit like a barb of not being enough washed away by the physical, inescapable show that you’re wanted.

“Please, Blitz… please, I need…”

“Oh, I got ya, tits,” he grins, fumbling eagerly with his belt. He kisses you again, brushes his lips over your cheek, your jaw, breath hot against your neck. “Take your panties off.”

His hand is on your cunt the moment your underwear is halfway down your calves, and your head falls back with a moan as he slides a finger up against your clit. His mouth returns to your neck, sucking bruises into the supple skin of your throat. His other hand tugs at your sleeve until your shoulder is bared for him, and runs his tongue over the heated flesh for a moment before he bites you, hard. Your eyes roll back at the sudden dual sensations of pain and pleasure when he rolls his fingers over your clit.

“Look how fuckin’ wet you are,” he groans into your chest, lips brushing over your sternum, the swell of your breast. He dips a finger into you for a moment before returning it to your clit. “Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you so good…”

You’re tearing at your dress, loosening the tie at the waist and tugging it up over your head. It’s tossed blindly over his shoulder towards the couch and then you’re kissing him again, thrilled by the sound of his belt jingling, his zipper lowering. Blitzø withdraws his hand from you to slicken his erection with your wetness, and he growls, low in the back of his throat, as he pumps his cock steadily.

“C’mon, Blitz…” you whine, rocking your hips needily up off the counter. “Fuck me, already…”

He snickers, tugging his tail out of the grasp of yours to snap it teasingly against your thigh. “Impatient lil whore, aren’t ya?”

He kisses you again, and you hear the quiet scrape of one of the stools being pulled away from the edge of the counter. Blitzø gives the command against your lips, slipping a finger teasingly over your clit as he does.

“Bend over the stool, baby. Daddy’s gonna make it all better.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[hazbinshusk]

Blitz x (Female)Reader headcanon:

my head-canon is that Y/N is an amazingly talented singer who does it to relieve stress or if Blitz had a nightmare. Usually whenever she sings, Blitz is absolutely awestruck by it lol.😂

honestly, I can't sing at all, but I love the idea of singing to him to help calm him down after a nightmare or an anxiety attack. just the idea of him laying in my lap, his breath slowly evening out as he calms down. running my hand over the curve of his horn or scratching at the base of his spikes as I hum or softly sing a lullaby or something soothing like that?

oh, and him coming home and just wordlessly crawling into bed or onto the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face against your thigh just so you can sooth him again? please.

ugh, that's pretty close to heaven, right there in hell.