#McKeeks

[hazbinshusk]

huskerdust x fem!reader. a birthday present for the wonderful, inimitable @mckeeks. if anyone deserves to be lovingly spoilt (and dicked down) by this duo, it is unequivocally her. ❤️ happy birthday, babe!

when you reluctantly reveal to the other residents of the hazbin hotel that you're still a virgin, angel graciously offers up his and husk's services in rectifying that condition for you. and how could you turn down such a kind offer from hell's best couple?

(as always, the dynamic here is one in which husk serves as the hinge between the reader and angel). way longer than I thought it'd be - 7.8k.

featuring: afab/fem-presenting reader, established!huskerdust, polyamory, soft!dom angel dust, voyuerism/exhibitionism, praise kink, lowkey daddy kink, oral sex (reader receiving), handjobs (husk receiving), masturbation, facials, husk has barbs (and you're into it), unprotected sex (it's hell so who cares), gendered petnames, the hotel rooms have cuck chairs (sorry).

“Sooo…” Angel draws out liltingly, his glass clasped between two hands, and you immediately regret accepting his invitation to join him at the bar. His voice isn’t teasing – just curious – but you can still feel your face begin to burn before he even gets the question you know is coming past his lips and into the air between you. “…A virgin, huh?”

Dear God or whoever is listening, if there is any chance that the ground could open up and swallow you whole, you really needed it to happen right about now.

“Angel.” Husk says from his usual position on the other side of the bar. He has his back to you as he sorts the bottles back into their designated positions after a long night of ‘family bonding’ with the rest of the residents. You’re grateful, for once, that his eyes aren’t on you. Husk’s voice is edged with a gentleness you think might be reserved just for the spider. Still, there’s a warning there, too. “Leave it.”

Where he’d usually make some teasing or sarcastic remark, Angel’s silent for a moment. When he speaks again, his voice stays gentle, still curious. “You one of those god-fearin’ types or ya just never had the opportunity?”

You loved Charlie, you really did, but right now…

Right now, fuck her and her bonding activities.

“I just…” you swallow the knot sticking in the middle of your throat, keeping your eyes trained pointedly away from Angel’s face. You notice that maybe Husk’s hand pauses for a moment, as though he’s waiting for an explanation too. Well, who wouldn’t? You might have died younger than most, but not young enough to just chalk up your inexperience to the innocence of youth. “I just never met anyone I liked, I guess. And Hell’s not exactly lousy with decent men.”

“Huh.” Angel says simply, finishing his drink. He sets the glass back down, stretching one pair of arms above his head, the other two behind him. He settles all four of his hands in his lap as Husk refills his drink. And then,

“You should get Husk to help ya out with that.”

Your cheeks flame, and Husk chokes on the drink he’s just taken. Eyes watering and his throat burning with the whiskey that sticks in it, he coughs his admonishment. “Angel!”

You grope for a response, for a joke that’ll get the conversation away from your sex life… or lack thereof. Before you can find one, Angel continues, ignoring the way Husk is still hacking up the last of his drink. Even as mortified as you are, you feel your lips quirk upwards slightly in amusement as Husk reaches blindly for a new bottle before he’s even done coughing up the remains of the first.

“Look at you two, blushin’ like some kinda…” Angel smirks as he glances pointedly at you. “…well.”

You frown. “I really don’t need you mocking me, Angel.”

“I ain’t mockin’ ya dollface,” he replies, raising two hands in surrender. Still, that placid note stays in his voice, something that could be read as sincerity if what he was offering wasn’t such a ridiculous notion. “I’m bein’ serious here. Huskie’s downright godly in the sack.”

Husk finally turns around to face the two of you properly, bright pink staining his muzzle. You notice his eyes dart towards you, and you could swear the blush deepens. The idea that it does sends a thrill through you, and you clutch tightly at your glass as though it could somehow stem the feelings churning inside you.

Husk was Angel’s. You’d accepted that, you had. You’d written off your attraction to the bartender as some silly crush. You didn’t think about him like that anymore.

You didn’t.

“Legs, I’m beggin’ ya,” Husk says, even as he refills the spider’s glass, “For the sake of whatever you believe in, please shut the fuck up.”

“What?” Angel protests, waving a hand almost dismissively. He actually looks confused by the objection. “I ain’t got a problem sharin’ if it’s with a friend.”

Husk sighs, directing his eyes towards the ceiling. There’s a tightness to how he stands, in the way his tail is switching back and forth behind him. He’s still avoiding your eye, his face still warm with colour.

“That ain’t the—” he breaks off, taking a deep pull from the bottle in his hand. He grimaces, tilting the bottle to read the label – watermelon vodka of all things – but shrugs and takes another drink as though it helps him gather his thoughts. Or his nerves. “She ain’t a toy, Angel. You can’t jus—”

“You tellin’ me ya ain’t interested anymore?” Angel interjects pointedly, raising a brow.

Husk stiffens, his ears dropping back against his skull. “I—”

“What?” you finally find your voice again, straightening slightly in your seat. You turn your attention fully to the bartender, and he meets your gaze with equally wide eyes. “You… you were interested? In me?”

“I…” Husk seems to struggle for words for a moment before he sighs, an almost sheepish, self-deprecating smile touching his lips as he exhales. “C’mon, doll. I’d have to be blind not to notice you.”

Something warm and wonderfully light settles in your chest, and Angel’s smile widens as he takes in your reaction. You jump as you feel one of his hands touch your arm.

“Told ya so,” he says, skimming his hand up along your arm as he stands. He continues to caress across your shoulder blades, moving to stand behind you. “Shoulda seen it, baby. How he’d bend himself all outta shape feelin’ guilty for feelin’ all warm and gooey over ya.”

“Angel, I didn’t—”

“’s okay,” he assures you gently, his hands taking your shoulders and waist. He leans against your back, meeting Husk’s eye as he speaks in your ear. Angel’s voice is low; his warm breath against your neck makes you shiver. “Like I said, I don’t mind sharin’.”

Your eyes flick back to Husk.

“So, why not get somethin’ out of it? Huskie here can be real romantic about it… he’ll make ya feel so, so good…”

You can feel your breath leave you unsteadily. Husk’s pupils all but eclipse the gold of his eyes, and his gaze falls to your mouth for a moment before he meets your eye again.

“There’s no pressure, baby,” Angel assures you, and you can tell he means it. “I’m jus’ sayin’, we’d have a lot of fun together.”

“‘We’?” you repeat, surprised enough to turn and face him. Angel wears his pride like a second skin, and as far as you were aware, he never swung back the other way without being paid for it. You try to find the right words as Angel beckons Husk to join the two of you, and heat pools in the small of your back as you hear, feel, the bartender round the bar towards you slowly. You choose the words carefully. “I didn’t think you were…”

Angel smirks, lifting your chin with two delicate fingers. That same heat burns in the pit of your stomach at the gentle dominance of the action. “Don’t panic, dollface. I ain’t joinin’ in the ride. It’s your show; yours and Husk’s.”

He leans down, bringing his face so, so much closer to yours. You feel Husk’s presence beside the two of you, and Angel reaches out to take his hand. Husk takes it wordlessly; he’s so close you can feel the soft fur of his stomach brush against your knee as he breathes. It puts images in your head of him stepping between your thighs, taking hold of your hips… trapping you between his body and the bar…

There’s a heat in Angel’s eyes that makes it impossible for you to look away; one that floods through every inch of you. It makes your entire body tingle with need for connection, for touch. Angel seems to recognize this; he reaches up with another hand to brush hair behind your ear and his smile twitches wider when you shudder.

“I jus’ want a front row seat.”

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Nerves war with the excitement that has bloomed in the very centre of you, and you feel alien and out of place sitting on the bed, one knee bent against the mattress, the other leg hanging off the side. Husk sits in a mirrored position, wings tucked tight against his back. He’s so close that his knee bumps against yours.

The lights are low, but his eyes still glow as they study you. Your eyes keep falling to your hands where they tangle in your lap before they find his again, and you can feel just how flushed your cheeks are under his gaze. The feathered end of his tail twitches back and forth slowly beside the bed, and he clears his throat.

“We don’ have to do anything you don’ want to, sweetness.” he says in a low murmur, his voice all warm velvet and silk. The pet-name makes you press your lips together, the tip of your tongue darting out to wet them. Husk’s gaze falls to follow the movement, and he inhales sharply. “We… I don’ want you to feel like we’re forcin’ you into anything y—”

You lean forward and press your lips to Husk’s impulsively in a brief, fleeting kiss. You hear, feel, the quiet mrrp of surprise he makes, his wings fluttering and relaxing behind him. You can feel the softness of his lips before you pull away again, your face aflame. He blinks at you before his lips curl into a smile, and your breath catches in your throat as he closes the distance between you again.

Husk’s hand cups your cheek in the same moment his lips meet yours. This time the kiss lingers, and your nerves give way to desire as you feel his other paw touch your knee. Husk kisses you softly, searchingly, his lips brushing gently against yours. Your own lips part, his nose bumping against yours as you take a breath. Then he’s kissing you again and you whimper as you feel his tongue touch your bottom lip, begging permission.

God, the way he groans quietly when you part your lips and meet his tongue tentatively with your own.

Husk strokes your cheek with his thumb, the pad of his palm soft against your skin as he slides his claws carefully into your hair. It makes you shiver and you lean into his embrace, reaching up with uncertain hands to card fingers through the fur of his chest. A rumble sounds from deep within him, a rusty purr that you feel as a light buzz under your fingertips.

You can’t help the light, breathless laugh that leaves you as you realise that’s what it is – you’ve made the bartender purr – and Husk smiles into your kiss as he pulls you back to him, catching your lips again. His touch on your knee becomes more confident as you relax into his embrace, and he ghosts the tips of his claws up over your inner thigh, teasing just under the hem of your dress.

“Husk…” you breathe his name against his lips and he chuckles, eyes closed as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Fuck, it sounds so pretty comin’ from you…” he murmurs, his nose cold against your heated skin as he moves to kiss you again.

Your hand journeys up from his chest to slide through the fur of his neck and up to his cheek, and Husk leans into your touch with a soft smile. His paws close around your thighs and he tugs you closer, your legs unfolding to rest on either side of his. Husk’s touch moves to your hips and he kisses you again, guiding you gently back against the pillows as his body covers yours.

Winding your arms around his neck, you feel his feathers tickle at your knees as you bend them to rest against his hips. The move brings him flush against you, and Husk breaks away from your lips with a breathless sound halfway between a groan and a disbelieving laugh.

“Fuck…” Husk lets his head fall forward, his forehead bumping against your collarbone. You feel his hips rock into yours before he can stop himself, and you whimper as you feel his arousal press up between your thighs. He exhales shakily, brushing his lips against your shoulder, your throat, your cheek before he meets your eye again. “’s this okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, carding your fingers through the fur at the base of his ear. Husk shudders against you, eyes rolling back slightly at the touch. A crease forms in his brow as he forces himself not to move, not to grind himself down against your warmth. Your dress is bunched up around him, baring your inner thighs to his tickling fur, his breath warm against your cheek. “Yeah, please… do it again, Husk.”

“Christ,” Husk mutters as you tease at his ear again, knocking his hat off his head. He kisses you firmly, deeply, one paw taking hold of your thigh and squeezing the soft flesh in a way that you could almost call possessive. “You got no idea how dangerous you are…”

“Holy shit, you two are cute.”

Angel’s voice breaks through the haze between the two of you, and you pull away from Husk slightly as you’re suddenly reminded that the spider is there. Your cheeks flush with heat; you’d been so wrapped up in the man in bed with you that you’d almost forgotten your friend was watching. Instead of being cowed by his interruption however, you’re almost taken aback by how much it excites you, knowing he’s watching.

Husk presses another kiss to the edge of your jaw before he turns his head to roll his eyes and smile at his paramour. “You plannin’ on jus’ addin’ colour commentary here, legs?”

“For now, yeah,” Angel replies with a grin, lounging comfortably in the armchair in the corner. He’s watching the two of you with hooded eyes, and there’s something almost sensual in the way he strokes a hand lazily back and forth along the velvety fabric of the arm of the chair. “I’m jus’ waitin’ for ya to do that thing with your tongue that’ll make her go blind for a second.”

Husk snickers and, feeling daring, you lean up to tease the side of his throat with your lips. You feel him groan as your teeth graze over his pulse point. The bartender’s hand tightens on your thigh, hitching it higher against his hip. “Fuck…”

“Ooh, she’s a quick study,” Angel coos, and you thrill under the praise as Husk turns his head to catch your lips in another kiss. “Think you can keep up with her, kitty?”

“Don’ call me that,” Husk mumbles without breaking the kiss, and Angel giggles. Husk dusts kisses down over your throat, and you feel him grin against your neck when he sucks a bruise into the curve where it meets your shoulder and you curse. The sound of it is low and throaty and begs for more, and Husk rewards it with a louder purr and a trail of kisses that teases down along the neckline of your dress. You arch up into his touch as his lips brush over your sternum, his whiskers tickling at the swell of your breasts.

His paw continues its journey up your thigh, taking the skirt of your dress with it. His tail sways back and forth behind him, and when he reaches your hip, he pauses, pressing one more kiss to your chest before pulling back to meet your eye. A smirk plays over his features, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide with desire.

“You got me at a disadvantage here, sweetness,” he murmurs, lips catching yours again briefly. “You’re a little overdressed for the occasion.”

You giggle. “Well, of course you’d think that; you’re the one who walks around the hotel half-naked all day.”

Husk chuckles, and you hear Angel hum a laugh, too. The cat kisses you, his thumb hooking in the band of your underwear and snapping it tauntingly against your hip. “Cheeky girl.”

You sit up and Husk helps you tug your dress up over your head, and God the way he looks at you…

Pulling him down into another kiss, you massage your fingers against the base of his ears and Husk moans, rough and worn and needy. He retakes your hips as you buck up against him, eager to feel him again with one less barrier between you. Husk snickers, kissing your cheek.

“Slow down, princess,” he tells you gently, claws tickling against your ribs as he strokes them soothingly. He hooks them in either side of your underwear, and you whine. He draws them down your legs slowly, pulling away from you long enough for you to kick them away. “I’ve got you, baby. One step at a time.”

You hear Angel shift in his chair and look towards him automatically. The spider smiles and winks, still watching the two of you with that same addictive intensity. You hold his gaze as Husk kisses his way back down your chest, sliding your bra strap down your shoulder gently. You gasp, arching up under Husk at the first touch of his tongue to your nipple. Angel’s smile widens.

Husk’s tongue is warm and wet and deliciously rough, and you moan as he sucks a teasing pressure around the hardened point. It makes your fingers tighten in his fur, and his other paw comes up to brush is claws over your other nipple. He pinches it and tugs, and the sudden pain makes you jump, and Husk snickers into your chest.

“Fuck, Husk…” you whine, eyes squeezed closed. You shift long enough to reach behind yourself and unclip your bra, tossing it aside as Husk immediately returns his attention to your breasts, paw kneading into the soft flesh. “Shit…”

“Ain’t he jus’ got the most magic tongue:” Angel coos, standing slowly. He makes his way towards the bed slowly, focused intently on how Husk’s back arches as he grinds himself into the mattress between your thighs. “Oh, he’s gonna make you feel so good, baby…”

Husk lingers at your breasts a moment longer, still purring deeply, before he continues lower. He dusts soft, teasing kisses down over your belly, paws smoothing down over the curve of your waist. He pauses just above the apex of your thighs, pressing the cold heart of his nose hard against your skin and inhaling deeply, his eyes closed.

“Christ…” he mutters, running his paws down over your hips and over your thighs, pressing them gently apart. His back arches in a long, fluid motion as Angel scratches his fingers through the fur along the cat’s spine. The spider’s touch lingers between his wing joints, and Husk groans, bumping his forehead against your thigh. “Fuuuuck… you smell so good, baby…”

“Husk…” you murmur, an ache throbbing between your thighs. You press your hips up, desperate for him to bring his mouth lower. “Please…”

“Oh, don’t you sound so pretty when you beg?” Husk rumbles, pressing an infuriatingly chaste kiss to your inner thighs, first one, then the other, his eyes watching your face hungrily. The smirk he wears is maddening, as is the snicker you hear from Angel. The spider sits next to you on the bed, stroking his fingers through your hair. You lean into the touch, eyes closing, a frown tugging at your lips as your impatience grows.

“Don’t she?” Angel agrees, nails scratching pleasantly against your scalp. “Be a nice kitty for her, baby.”

Husk’s smirk widens and Angel slips behind you, lifting you gently just long enough to fold his legs under you so your head is in his lap. The spider winks at you again, upside down, just as Husk finally slides his tongue slowly up over your clit.

“Oh, fuck!”

Angel giggles at the way you gasp, your hips rising off the sheets. Your eyes roll back as Husk flicks his tongue over your clit and the cat groans into your cunt at the taste of you. His paws clutch at your thighs, pinning you against the mattress, and while he planned on taking you apart slowly, the taste of you is already too addictive to let him pace himself.

Angel keeps stroking your hair with two hands, and your own reach down to grab at fistfuls of the fur between Husk’s ears. The bartender’s wings quiver as your nails scratch at his scalp.

Grinding your hips up against his mouth as best you can under his hold, you bite your lip against the downright pornographic sounds you can feel catching in his throat as Husk tortures your clit. Angel smirks, another hand coming up to glide over your chin, gently unhooking you lip from beneath your teeth. He giggles as you wrap your lips around two of his fingers blindly, curl your tongue against them and suck.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” he sighs, and Husk moans between your legs as he watches. “Oh, you’re in for a fuckin’ treat if you get her on her knees, Husk-baby.”

Husk chuckles, fangs grazing your inner thigh for a moment before he slides his tongue over your clit and down into your dripping cunt. He fucks you with his tongue eagerly, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit. When your fingers brush against the shell of Husk’s ears he purrs again, and you moan, loud and broken and keening as the sound vibrates up into your pussy.

Angel hums approvingly, withdrawing his hand to slide it down around your throat. He cups it, squeezes it just a little, and you cum with a hoarse cry of Husk’s name. There’s no doubt you’re being loud enough to be heard in the hallway but you don’t care, not with the way Husk’s tongue feels inside you, the way his claws are digging into the flesh of your hips.

Husk doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, your thighs clamping around his ears, one hand clutching at the fur between them. You can feel a wet patch on the comforter beneath your ass, and Husk’s expression is decidedly smug as he climbs back up your body, one suspender hanging off his shoulder. Angel intercepts him before you can kiss him, and you whimper as they kiss over you, Angel cupping the bartender’s head with two hands. You can see their tongues sliding against each other and when Angel moans at the taste of you, you whimper, grinding your hips up against Husk’s clothed erection.

He groans, breaking away from Angel with a breathless chuckle. “Needy little thing…”

Husk leans back down to kiss you, and you can taste a heady mix of the sweetness of Angel’s last cocktail and your own arousal on his tongue. When you reach between you to fumble with the fastening of his pants, he closes a large hand over both of yours, stilling you.

“Slow down, pet. I’ve…” he kisses you gently again, steadying his voice. “Hell ain’t exactly left me with the anatomy you’re expectin’…”

“Say it like that and you’re gonna scare her,” Angel teases, reaching out to rub his fingers against the base of Husk’s ear. The bartender purrs, leaning into it instinctively. Angel looks down at you, giving you a smile that’s somehow both reassuring and downright lascivious. “You’re gonna love it, aren’t ya, babydoll?”

You nod, and there’s a surprising thrill that’s curling inside you at Husk’s warning. Or maybe that’s the way his claws trail lightly up over your hip. He swipes his thumb over your clit again, and you jerk under the touch.

“Angel…”

“Look at her, Huskie,” Angel coos, giving his partner a teasing pout. “It’d be cruel to deprive our sweet girl now. She’s about thirty seconds away from beggin’ ya for it. ‘Sides,” he shrugs. “I got lube if she needs it.”

Husk raises a brow. “You’ve got lube?”

“What d’ya take me for? Some kinda amateur?” Angel says, affronted. “Course I’ve got lube!”

The bartender chuckles, rolling his eyes and apologising by pulling the spider into another kiss. You feel his paw loosen its grip where it still holds your hands against his zipper, and you palm his erection through his pants. Husk moans, shuddering under the touch as he pulls away to meet your eye. “We… we take it slow, alright?”

You nod, maybe too quickly from the way Angel smirks, but Husk accepts it and releases you. You make quick work of his fly as he slips off his suspenders, and your eyes widen as his cock is freed from the fabric. It’s tapered slightly, thickening to the base, and along the length of it are small, pointed barbs. Angel brushes hair away from your face, cooing softly. “They’re gonna feel so good inside you, baby… you’re gonna take his cock so good for us…”

You exhale shakily, a sound echoed by Husk as you wrap your fingers gently around the base of his cock. You stroke him experimentally, and the way the barbs feel against your palm… Husk moans as you squeeze him, stroke your thumb over the tip of his cock. He peppers kisses over your forehead, your temples and your cheeks, catching your lips again and kissing you deeply as you pump his cock slowly. Angel hums his approval and when Husk kisses your brow Angel hooks his fingers under the cat’s chin, bringing him up for another kiss of his own.

You can hear every reaction Husk makes to your touch, the way his breath catches, the way he moans into Angel’s mouth. He thrusts himself into your hand, and you stroke your other hand through the fur over his ribs. When Angel reaches past him to massage the base of Husk’s wings the cat gasps, jerking away from the both of you. “Christ, fuck, you two are gonna kill me here.”

You giggle, and Husk grins, leaning up to kiss Angel’s cheek before he settles himself back between your thighs. Your breath catches as the head of his cock presses up against your cunt, and Angel strokes your cheek as Husk slides an inch slowly into you.

“Oh, God, Husk…” you whine, hips shifting as you feel his cock stretch you open. “Fuck…”

“Look at you,” Angel whispers sweetly as Husk pulls back and presses into you again, sliding another inch into you. The bartender groans as you flex around him, his paws tight on your hips. “Look at how pretty you look like this...”

You reach up to clutch at the pillows and Angel wraps his hand around yours, interlacing his fingers with your own. Husk’s body is warm and firm and a wonderful weight over yours, his face buried in the curve of your neck as he tries to maintain this torturous, glacial pace. Each thrust of his hips stretches you further, and it aches wonderfully, each barb of his cock taking the breath from your lungs in a little ‘hahh’.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” Angel continues, trailing fingers of another hand along your other collarbone. “Bein’ such a good girl for daddy… makin’ him feel so good.”

Husk moans into your shoulder, teeth grazing the supple flesh. His paw spreads possessively over your waist, kneading into the flesh of your belly.

“Listen to how hot you get him,” Angel says, a third hand scratching the fur between Husk’s ears. “Look at how kitty fucks you… he’s tryin’ so hard not to hurt you, baby. But you’re so wet for him, aren’t you? You’re so wet and so ready and all you gotta do is say ‘please’… say ‘please’ pretty baby and Huskie’s gonna fuck you so deep and so good… fuck you like you deserve for bein’ such a good girl for him…”

“Fuck…” you whine, rocking your hips up to meet Husk’s. He’s almost completely inside you; the way he corkscrews his hips makes the barbs of his cock drag against the flesh of your cunt deliciously, and your eyes roll back at the feeling of it. “Fuck!”

“C’mon, baby,” Angel urges, sugar-sweet. The hand on your shoulder dips lower, teasing over the curve of your breast. He flicks his fingers over your nipple, and your breath catches in what could almost be a sob. “Beg nice and pretty for daddy and he’ll fuck you just how you need it. “

“Please,” you whine, brow furrowed in frustration as Husk pulls out completely, sliding his cock up against your clit. His breathing is heavy, torn with need of his own, and he dips his head to kiss you, hard and deep. You moan into his mouth as his barbs drag against your clit, and you wrap your arm around his neck, your other hand still locked in Angel’s. “Please, Husk… fuck me, please… Fuck… I need you to… please, Husk…”

“That’s a good girl,” Husk sighs, and the two of you moan in unison as he slides his cock back into you, his hips finally, finally flush with yours. “Holy… fuuuuck…”

“Listen to you two,” Angel says admiringly, his voice strung with his own desire. “Sound so fuckin’ pretty together…”

Husk fucks you deep; each time he pulls back he thrusts in again far enough to make your breath leave you in quick, cut moans. You raise your knees higher, trying to get him deeper, and Angel reaches down with his lower arms, hooks his hands under your knees and draws them up towards your chest. The angle makes Husk’s cock brush against something inside you with each press of his hips into yours and you keen with it, the sound tearing hoarsely from your throat, high-pitched and broken.

“That’s it, baby,” Angel tells you. “Tell daddy how good he feels; tell him how good he feels fucking you.”

“So good…” your breath catches in your throat as Husk touches a careful claw to your clit, your body shuddering with the added stimulation. “Fuck, it’s so good…”

Husk kisses the other side of your neck, tongue and teeth teasing over your pulse point before he kisses you again, sweet and deep and addictive. A purr rumbles through him as he speaks against your lips, bumping his nose against yours. “You feel so fuckin’ good, doll. Fuck, you’re like pure fuckin’ silk…”

Your voice comes out high-pitched, a whine that matches the tears burning in the corners of your eyes. “Please, Husk… I’m so close, I can’t… Husk…”

“’s okay, baby, I got you,” he kisses you again, brief but tender. “I got you, doll. Fuck, you’re so… Christ…”

You clutch at the fur at the back of his head, urging his face back down to your neck. Husk moves obediently, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck just as he thrusts deep into your quivering cunt. You moan aloud as you cum, eyes rolling back and rocking your hips up against his as soon as Angel releases your thighs. Husk groans into your throat, keeping his teeth buried in your sensitive flesh until he feels you slowly relax again. He laps gently at the mark he’s left behind, the roughness of his tongue making your body jerk with each stroke of it against your neck.

Husk’s breathing is just as laboured as yours, and he presses kisses over your cheeks, your chin as he steadies his hips. You whine as he slips his cock out of you, bucking up against him as he slides the barbs of it slowly against your clit.

“Fucking… holy shit,” you reach down to grasp at his hips, and Husk chuckles brokenly into the edge of your jaw as he stops moving. He kisses the bridge of your nose and you wrinkle it when it tickles, and you echo his laugh breathlessly as he brings his lips back to yours. Husk purrs against your lips.

“Fuck, you two are hot as shit,” Angel sighs, squeezing your hand. You hum happily, squeezing back, and Husk breaks the kiss to lean up and kiss him. It’s soft and languid and sweet, and Husk groans into it, rutting himself against your thigh. Angel coos against Husk’s lips, kissing him between words. “You still need to cum, don’t ya, kitty?”

Husk nods, groaning as you stroke your fingers through the fur of his chest. “Don’t tease me, legs.”

“Never, baby,” Angel promises with the sweetest smirk, petting the bartender’s cheek. “Now be a good boy and sit back for me.”

Husk does as he’s told, and Angel strokes your cheek with careful fingers. You lean into it contentedly, and his expression softens further with an affectionate smile. “How ya feelin’, dollface?”

“Take a guess,” you sigh happily and he snickers.

“Atta girl.”

You feel Husk smooth a paw up over your calf, and your body warms as you shift to meet his eye. He has his other paw wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly. Each time he reaches the base he squeezes, his breathing unsteady. His pupils are still blown wide, his wings quivering and his tail switching behind him.

“Roll over for him, baby,” Angel instructs you gently. “Up on your knees.”

You groan at the soft ache between your thighs as you roll over, hear Husk’s breath catch as you bare your naked back to him. You feel his paw smooth up the back of your thigh to squeeze your ass, and you lean back against him, his fur tickling at your bare skin, his cock hard against the curve of your ass. He wraps his arm around your middle, claws digging into the soft flesh in what feels addictively possessive, his other hand catching your chin and turning your face towards him. He kisses you over your shoulder, that sweet purr vibrating into your back.

Angel leans forward, turning your face away from Husk’s so he can kiss him instead, moaning quietly into the embrace. When they part, Angel surprises you by brushing his lips over yours. “Bend over, sweet girl.”

You shudder at his tone, a moan catching in your throat as you do as he asks. Husk moves to slide his cock between your thighs, and he groans, low and rough. Angel smooths hair away from your face as he guides you down to rest your cheek against his thigh, and your excitement sparks even brighter as you notice the spider’s erection beneath the tight fabric of his skirt, only a few inches from your face.

Husk thrusts into you again, nice and slow, exhaling heavily as your warm, wet cunt squeezes around him again. A shiver rolls up your spine as he takes hold of your hips, palms pressing into the flesh of your ass, claws digging into your skin. Angel’s lower hands move to your shoulders, pinning your chest to the mattress so your back is arched almost obscenely. He moans as you nuzzle your cheek against his clothed cock, and he gathers your hair in his fist so he can watch your face as Husk rolls his hips into yours.

“Fuck, you’re an eager lil’ thing,” Angel giggles breathlessly. He pulls up his skirt, and you watch through heavy-hooded eyes as Angel strokes himself through the barely-there lace of his thong, the fabric damp with his pre-cum. “Look at how much you’re turnin’ us on, baby… fuck…”

He moans as you clutch at his thigh, nails digging into the lithe muscles hidden under downy fur. You rock your hips back to meet Husk’s every thrust, urging him deeper into you. The bartender is muttering a string of curses the closer he gets to release, the swearing broken by moans and half-there praise for the two of you. When Angel pushes his underwear to the side to wrap his delicate, talented fingers around his own cock, he and Husk moan in unison. Your eyes roll back as Husk’s hands tighten on your hips and his pace quickens desperately.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuck…” you grunt out each time his hips meet your ass, your throat raw. You reach beneath yourself to play with your clit, the sounds you’re making turning high pitched. Angel’s fingers grasp at your hair tighter, his hips rising beneath you to fuck himself into his hand. “Fuck, Husk… Angel… I… fuck…”

“Christ, baby, I can’t…” Husk moans, tail wrapping itself around your sweat-slick thigh. His feathers tickle at the soft, sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, at the back of your hand as you roll your fingers hungrily against your clit. “Fuck, I can’t—”

“Hear that, babydoll?” Angel asks you, his usually almost teasing lilt broken by his own desperation. Instead his voice is reedier, breathier, and it’s far hotter than any of the moans you’ve heard him make in any one of the pornos he’s showcased for the other residents. “Don’t ya want our sweet kitty to cum for ya?”

“Yes…” you choke out, your thighs shaking, heat pooling in the small of your back. Husk bends over you to press kisses along your spine, and you feel like you want to cry from all the warring sensations. “God, fuck yes—Husk…”

He growls in response, fangs grazing the middle of your back as he kisses the curve of your back. His paws tighten on your hips further, despite himself, and you find yourself thrilling at the idea that he might mark you.

“Gotta – shit – ask nicely, sugar,” Angel reminds you, nails scratching against the nape of your neck. “Beg for daddy.”

“Please,” you whimper immediately; you can taste iron from the way your teeth dig into your lip. You’re so fucking close, each thrust of Husk’s cock keeps you teetering on that precipice. Each graze of his rigid barbs against the inside of your cunt makes heat pulse through every inch of you and you need to feel him cum. “Please, Husk… please, I – uhnn—I want you to… fuck—cum for me…”

You reach back to grasp blindly for him, closing your fingers around his paw. You swear Husk almost whimpers at your touch.

“Cum inside me, Husk.”

The sound the bartender makes is sinful, an addictive mix of a deep, throaty moan and this cattish growl that you hope will be imprinted on your brain. He squeezes your hand back as he thrusts hard into you, his body curving over yours to press his chest against your back as he spills himself deep inside you.

A few more seconds rubbing furiously at your clit and you follow him, burying your teeth in Angel’s thigh in an attempt to muffle the way you cry out as you orgasm. Angel moans loudly, eyes rolling back, hips thrusting up, and you feel the warmth of his cum on your cheek. “Oh, fuck!”

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The flush of the toilet seems a little too loud, and you stand on shaky legs in front of the bathroom mirror as you wash your hands, run damp fingers through your hair to tame it. Your eyes seem too bright, your cheeks still flushed and your bottom lip bee-stung. You touch fingers to the bruises darkening on the side of your throat, flashes of the way Husk’s mouth had felt there replaying in your mind.

Even after three orgasms strong enough to knock the breath out of you, excitement tickles between your thighs at the memory. You exhale shakily, trying to calm yourself, fill the glass on the side of the sink with cold water from the tap and swallow it down.

Holy shit.

There a few lighter bruises across your breasts; your nipple aches as you brush your fingers against the darker bruise beside it. You glance down, making a happy note of the scratch marks on your hips. They’re light, barely there, but a thrilling reminder all the same.

Holy.

Shit.

You’d just lost your virginity.

In a threesome.

With a former Overlord and Hell’s most famous porn star.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Pulling on the oversized tee-shirt you use a pyjamas and wishing you had a clean pair of underwear with you, you take another steadying breath, preparing yourself for an empty room. After all, Angel had explained at the beginning of all this that by going to your room, you’d ‘feel more comfortable telling them to fuck the hell off’ if you needed to. Now that the… experience was over, why would they stay?

So, when you open the bathroom door to find the two of them waiting for you on the edge of the bed, you almost trip over the area rug.

“We were startin’ to think you weren’t comin’ outta there,” Angel says lightly, giving you a reassuring smile. “You okay, sugar?”

You nod, tucking hair behind your ear uncertainly.

“You sure?” Husk asks. His expression is soft, and you’re surprised to see his muzzle is once again stained with a blush. “You look like you’re ready to rabbit. If we did somethin’ you ain’t—”

“What? No!” you assure him quickly, your cheeks warming to match his. “No, I just… I guess I wasn’t expecting you two to stick around.”

Husk raises an eyebrow, and something that could be hurt flashes briefly across his features. “D’you want us to go?”

“And skip the afterglow?” Angel says, like he’s playfully offended or shocked Husk would even suggest it. He stands, and you notice then that he’s changed his clothes – his everyday outfit exchanged for a pyjama set and thigh-high socks. He glances down at himself, offering by way of explanation, “Had to check on Nuggets. And ‘sides, I look cute as shit in this.”

The comment breaks some of the tension you’re feeling, and you huff a quiet laugh. Angel’s own smile widens and he closes the distance between the two of you. he turns and wraps an arm around your shoulders in the same friendly way he’s done a hundred times before, but this time he squeezes your shoulders, another hand coming up to play idly with the ends of your hair. You feel his lips brush your temple as he bends down to speak in your ear. “You want us gone, baby, all you gotta do is say so. But Huskie’s big on the aftercare and checkin’ in and all that. He waited here while I changed – don’t think he’s leavin’ ‘til he knows you’re happy.”

The sentiment warms you, and you lean into Angel’s side. You speak louder than he did, so Husk can hear you, too. You smile softly as his ears flick upward at the sound of your voice, husky and worn from overuse. “I’m happy. Still… not entirely sure if what just happened, happened, but happy.”

“If it didn’t, it might jus’ be hottest fuckin’ dream I ever had,” Angel laughs, fingers playing teasingly with the edge of your shirt. “Now go cuddle up to our boy before he combusts.”

Our boy.

Husk’s worried expression softens into a smile as you approach where he still sits on the edge of the bed, and he holds up a paw to you invitingly. His touch is warm and soft and wonderfully comforting as it wraps around your hand, and you blush when he turns your hand over to brush his lips to the inside of your wrist, a crease between his brows.

“How’re you feelin’?” he asks against your skin, his eyes opening to meet your gaze. You smile, bending down impulsively and pressing a kiss to the lines between his brows. A quiet purr sounds from him at the touch, ears folding down. The fur between his ears is dishevelled and it makes him look younger, less worn.

“I’m good.”

He smiles back up at you. “Good.”

“Fuck, you two are givin’ me a toothache over here.” Angel interjects in amusement, and you hadn’t even realised he’d made himself comfortable against the pillows and the headboard. “Now, am I gettin’ my ass cuddled good and proper here or what?”

You giggle, and he opens all four arms to you expectantly, a smirk playing over his features. Husk seems reluctant to let you go, his hand following you as you move to join his partner on the bed. Tugging your shirt down as best you can to cover yourself, you crawl onto the bed and laugh as you collapse into the spider’s waiting arms. He snickers, wrapping them around you, swatting your ass playfully with one hand. You shove him away with a laugh, breath catching in your throat as you feel Husk climb up the bed and wrap his arms around you.

You settle on your side between them, cradled against Angel’s chest and Husk pressed against your back. His wing curves around you, feathers tickling at your bare arm, his thighs pressed up against the backs of yours. He reaches over you to interlock his fingers with Angel’s, his face tucked in over your shoulder. Husk’s breath tickles at the side of your neck, and he hums contentedly as he inhales the scent of you.

“… Did you two change the sheets?”

Angel nods and grins, trailing fingers up over your thigh idly. “Ya left a hell of a wet patch, baby. Next time we should probably put down a towel.”

You swallow, tilting your head back to look at him. “… Next time?”

“Only if you want, baby,” Husk murmurs into the side of you throat. He shifts, leaning up over your shoulder. Angel hooks a couple of delicate fingers against your cheek in the same moment, turning your head so Husk can kiss you. It’s soft and sweet and wonderful, and you sigh into his kiss. Husk’s purr deepens. “No pressure.”

You turn back to the man you’re laying on, studying his expression. “Angel?”

His smile is warm and sincere, even as that teasing lilt to it remains. “Like I said, baby, I got no problem sharin’ with a friend.”

Husk rubs his forehead against your shoulder, up along the curve of your throat. His voice is soft and velvety, warm in your ear. “’s up to you, pet. We’d love to keep you.”

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Again, happy birthday Keeks! Hope you liked this thoroughly un-proofread piece of smut. I am once again letting you know just how grateful I am to have you in my life - we've almost known each other for a year now, and I already cannot imagine life without you. You're an angel, and I love you :)

[irkimatsu]

IRK… IRK HELP

befriending Emberlynn and her convincing you to call him “Husky-kun”

it’s just too amusing to pass up

I cannot begin to describe how drunk I would have to be =P

Emberlynn wouldn't have to be, obviously - she's just Like That without a drop of alcohol. But as you drink and she talks, everything you may know about Japanese and politeness regarding honorifics drains out of your body until...

"Ohhhh, Husky-kuuuuun!"

It takes him a second. "I- the fuck?"

"It's Emberlynn's name for yooooou!" you say, laughing. "Isn't it cute? It's Japanese..."

"I know that. I speak it." He looks down at your empty glass, thinks about topping it off, but instead takes it away. "I think you're gone for the night, doll."

"Aw, but Husky-kuuuuun..." you whine.

"Maybe he'd prefer sama," Emberlynn says with a giggle.

"Ooh, maybe you're right! Can I have another drink... Husk-sama?"

"Once you've both sobered up, I'm giving you two language lessons."

"You hear that?" you giggle drunkenly to Emberlynn. "Husky-sama wants to teach us a lesson..."

Alastor does not pay him enough for this.

[mckeeks]

hyperfixation but make it “business casual” for work 🤔

[top-shelf-tender]

{{I finally took the MBTI test for my interpretation of Husk and got ISFJ-T: The Defender. It feels pretty accurate to what I’ve observed in canon and how I’ve expanded upon him, but the rest of the internet seems convinced that he’s an ISTP: Virtuoso.

Would love to hear back from other Husk fans about your results if you choose to take the test for him. I know ultimately my depiction doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but I’d like to feel I’m doing the character some justice~}}

@mckeeks @irkimatsu @hazbinshusk

[angie-long-legs]

//me rn bc @sirserpentine is coming to stay with me in june EHEHEHHE

AND I GET TO SEE @mckeeks NEXT WEEK!!! AND @top-shelf-tender is ALSO coming to the UK in june???? bro im gonna cry I love my fwends

[hazbinshusk]

huskerdust x reader. hours after he was meant to come back to the room, husk finally manages to close down the bar and come back to the two sinners waiting in his bed. except, maybe, he took a little too long? pure fluff and a little spice (because let's face it, I can't help myself) for the loveliest of lovelies @mckeeks. 1.8k

featuring: alastor being kind of a dick, lots of fluff, suggestive situations, and the return of the vixen!reader.

Husk resists the urge to drum his claws against the polished wood of the bar; any outward show of impatience is only going to encourage Alastor to extend his visit to the lobby even further. Why the radio fucker is lingering now, he isn’t sure since he’s got a broadcast scheduled in about twenty minutes. But then, pissing off the bartender he’s got on a leash is apparently a hell of a lot more entertaining than stroking his ego behind a mic.

Husk glances surreptitiously below the bar to his phone, swiping up on the screen to open up to the last app he’d had open – his text messages. He wasn’t much for texting; between claws that weren’t exactly touchscreen friendly and just being too impatient to deal with texts when he could just call whoever he needs to talk to, it wasn’t really his thing. But it was your chosen medium, and Angel’s, and it made it easier to sneak in conversations when he was supposed to be working.

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You: hey, honey. you coming up soon?

This message is followed by a video – Angel sits cross-legged on his bed, a face mask obscuring his features but doing nothing to hide the grin plastered across his face. He’s dangling one of the thousands of toys he’s accumulated for Fat Nuggets, the piglet bouncing on the mattress in repeated attempts to catch it; each bounce paired with a snuffling ‘oink’, and each landing resulting in him collapsing onto the sheets. Husk had smiled at the display as he’d watched it; the expression had only grown as he’d listened to you giggle from behind the camera.

Husk: hope so.

You: good.🩷 we miss you up here.

You: plus, angel says if you keep us waiting much longer he’s revoking blowjob privileges.

Husk: …

Husk: from both of u?

You: he hasn’t figured that flaw in his plan yet.

Husk: ha. lov you. b up soon.

You: love you 🩷

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You’d sent that last message almost three hours ago, and Husk holds back a groan of frustration as Alastor taps the side of his glass with a clawed finger expectantly. Unstoppering one of the finer bottles of rye whiskey, he pours another two fingers into the waiting whiskey tumbler. The radio demon flashes him a sharp-toothed grin before he takes a sip, makes a show of savouring it on his tongue.

“Ah, Husker, my good man.” he tells him. “Whatever your flaws, I’m glad you can still manage to pour a half-decent rye.”

Husk doesn’t bother with a real reply; he huffs in response, keeping his eyes pointedly trained on the glass he’s cleaning lest the Overlord notice his impatience.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you, old friend,” Alastor continues, standing. “I do hate to keep the masses waiting.”

“Perish the thought,” Husk grumbles, and Alastor’s grin twitches wider. The bartender can sense the demon is waiting for some real acknowledgement, and he sets the glass down, biting out a: “Knock ‘em dead, boss.”

“Oh, I intend to, my friend.” Alastor laughs, and Husk’s jaw tightens in annoyance at the endearment as the Overlord melts into the shadows beneath him and disappears – undoubtedly headed for his tower.

“Thank fuck,” he breathes as he’s finally left alone, tossing his rag down on the bar and stretching his arms above his head with a groan until he feels something in his back pop. He closes his eyes, letting his exhaustion settle on him for a few moments before the ghost of a smile touches his lips as he reminds himself who’s waiting for him upstairs.

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Niffty has long since dimmed the lights that line the winding halls of the hotel, and the ache between Husk’s shoulders seems to ease the closer he gets to Angel’s door. Soft pink light glows beneath the wood of the door, the gentle hue beckoning him like a warm embrace. He isn’t surprised to find the door unlocked already, and an ear flicks forward as it catches the familiar sound of canned laughter from a studio audience.

The door barely makes a sound as it opens, and gratitude for that wells up inside him as he steps into the room. The television is playing through some sitcom low, room. The television is playing through some sitcom low, the shifting light of the screen warring with the lowered pink lights lining Angel’s walls. A snuffling sounds by Husk’s ankle, and he bends down as soon as the door is closed to rub behind Fat Nugget’s ears, a light, breath of a groan slipping out past his lips as the movement pulls at the muscles in his back. The piglet nuzzles into his palm, oinking happily, before trotting back over to the bed in the corner.

And that’s the only greeting Husk gets; his affectionate smile growing as he takes in the two of you on the bed. Angel is sprawled inelegantly across the mattress, all long limbs and soft fur and cute pink pyjamas and knee-socks. How someone who routinely made the bartender blush just by opening his mouth could look so adorably innocent, he’d never understand. Still, it sent warmth right into the middle of his chest all the same, and despite everything in himself that told him to keep his distance, it was a feeling he knew he’d chase.

The spider is laid out on his back, splay-legged and mouth opened, a soft, barely-audible snore leaving him with every rise of his chest. He has you wrapped up with two of his arms, your body curled snugly into his side. Your face is tucked up into the curve of his neck, his fingers fisted gently in the fabric of the over-sized tee-shirt you’re wearing. Between that and the way your leg is hiked up over Angel’s thigh, Husk can just glimpse the hint of the baby-blue lace beneath.

The first beads of a more carnal desire drop into his stomach, but he pushes that away, smile still playing on his lips as he approaches the bed and sits on the edge of it. He ghosts a hand up over your thigh at a glacial pace, mapping out a path over the flesh, feeling the goosebumps that have risen in the chill of the air conditioning. He catches hold of the hem of your shirt, tugging it gently back into place over your thigh.

“Mmm…” you groan softly, turning your hand away from Angel’s chest to blink blearily up at the bartender. “…Husk?”

“Hey, Vix,” he says, a quiet purr rumbling through his chest as your hand comes down to curl over his where it still rests on your thigh. “Sorry I’m late.”

“We waited for you.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” he murmurs, lifting your interlocked hands so he can brush his lips against the back of your palm. “Couldn’t get Al to leave.”

“He’s an asshole,” you grumble sleepily, and Husk chuckles.

“Yeah, he is.” he smiles, returning his paw to your hip, letting it drift higher to follow the curve of your waist, to trail up your arm to your shoulder. When he reaches your throat you lean up to meet him, his lips brushing against your cheek before meeting your own. You hum contentedly into it, curling your fingers around a suspender before dropping back onto the pillows. You tug on it in a weak but convincing urging to remove them. “Alright, baby, I’m comin’.”

“Ooh, promise?”

Husk rolls his eyes with a smirk and you giggle at his reaction. He stands, hooking claws under his suspenders to drag them down off his shoulders. He scoffs as you wolf-whistle, shaking his head.

“Woo,” you cheer, keeping your voice low. “Take it off!”

“Hush up,” he replies affectionately. “You’ll wake up Angel.”

“Too late,” the spider’s voice is nasally and torn with sleep, but he still shifts to bend an elbow against the pillows and rest his cheek against his palm. “An’ I ain’t complainin’. I second her request, by th’way.”

You grin, leaning back to bump your head against Angel’s shoulder. One of his other hands comes up to cup your throat, sliding up your neck to your chin. He tilts your head back, holding Husk’s gaze as he kisses you, nice and slow and deep. You can’t help the soft moan that you breathe into his mouth. Angel grins up at the bartender as you part. “C’mon, Huskie. Ya heard the lady. Take it off. Give us a show.”

“I ain’t a piece of meat,” Husk protests jokingly even as he continues to undress.

You and Angel let out a series of appreciative hoots and he rolls his eyes again, tail flicking behind him as he climbs onto the bed and shuts you up by kissing you, braced above you with a hand on either side of your shoulders. He kisses you breathless, his purr returning as you curl fingers through the downy fur of his chest. He breaks away from you to give Angel the same treatment, groaning into it as you dare to snake a hand between you to squeeze him through his briefs.

Husk jerks away from Angel with a breathless laugh, his tail swatting at your thigh. “What’d I just say, Vix?”

“That you ‘ain’t a piece of meat’.” you repeat, feigning contrition.

“Fuckin’ right,” Angel laughs, leaning up to kiss Husk’s neck. The cat’s eyes roll back and close, his breathing unsteady as Angel’s teeth graze his pulse point. He shivers as Angel coos in his ear, “You’re all man, baby.”

Angel slips a hand past your and under the waistband of Husk’s briefs, winking at you as man on top of you moans. Another one of Angel’s hands slips over your thigh, urging your legs apart. You wrap your arms around Husk’s neck as he shifts his hips to rest between your thighs, his head dropping against your shoulder as Angel pumps his half-hard cock slowly. Each stroke of his hand manages to slide Husk’s cock against the lace of your underwear, and you moan softly in Husk’s ear. The bartender presses his lips to your throat, licks a line over the edge of your jaw, and you shudder at the rough tease of his tongue.

Angel speaks teasingly in Husk’s ear, his other hand stroking through the fur of his back, teasing over the spot between the base of his wings that makes the bartender’s back arch into his touch. “Why don’t ya show her jus’ how much of a man you are, huh, Huskie?”

[irkimatsu]

Kink Prompt: bondage/blindfold 🤭

(god help me I'm so soft for this man. Which may be surprising after what I wrote for Salem. What can I say, I'm multifaceted!)

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His silk bowtie blocks out all light, and his leather suspender strap binds your hands behind the headboard. You doubt even someone twice your strength would be able to escape these binds easily; not surprising, given how his living career likely required a good deal of knot tying. You’ve never let anyone do something like this to you, leave you feeling so vulnerable…

The bed creaks as he crawls over you, his body heat radiating over your bare skin. “You doing okay, baby?”

You nod slightly as you try to catch your breath.

His lips softly brush yours, teasing you with the taste of his latest sip of whiskey. “Just relax… you’re okay. Just relax…”

Just relax… it’s so much easier said than done. Every cell in your brain insists that a situation like this isn’t safe. You can’t see, you can’t move- what if something happens? Someone could hurt you like this.

You take a deep breath as you steady your thoughts, inhaling his familiar cologne. He kisses you again, longer this time, and you focus more on the way he tastes of drink you’d never choose on its own but always crave from his tongue. His paw cups the side of your face, and you instinctively nuzzle your cheek into the velvety paw pad.

Maybe someone could hurt you in a vulnerable state like this… but your senses are reminding you that you’re with the last man who ever would.

“Relax. Focus,” he says, his deep, quiet voice a balm for your panicking nerves. “Focus on me… on my voice, on my touch…”

As if you need to be told; you don’t want to acknowledge anything else besides his soft snout tracing kisses down your bare skin, his wings slightly flapping and tickling your sides with their feathers.

“You’re so beautiful…” he murmurs, his musical voice the one thing in Hell you’ll always believe in. “I wanna spoil you… worship you…” Your breath quickens as he presses gentle kisses to one of your nipples, this time in excitement rather than anxiety. He curls his tail to swish it against your bare thigh, teasing the flesh as he trails his feathers upward.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Don’t worry about a thing,” he assures you before kissing his way down your stomach. “Just lay back… this is about you.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach and lightly suckles at your skin, his fangs leaving tantalizing pinpricks.

“All about you…”

[mckeeks]

11pm is clearly the best time to soft launch a return to cosplay??? this is what my Saturday evening has been filled with, moots - we can’t stop laughing

[hazbinshusk]

@mckeeks 😳😳

"I'll be good!!"

"You'll be obedient. *I'll* decide when you're being good."

[top-shelf-tender]

For the Munday ask!

What makes you happy and why is it RadioHusk?

- a very serious and totally not teasing anon ✨👀

{{lol, hey @mckeeks 😆 If someone told me 4 years ago that Husk would be my comfort character and that I’d ship him with Alastor, I would have questions, haha.

Admittedly, I used to be one of those people who judged others’ ethics based on the fictional content they enjoyed, especially when it came to shipping. I’m proud of how far I’ve come, growing from that harmful mindset and opening my heart to ships I never would have explored in the past.

When it comes to RadioHusk, I understand that they’re not “healthy,” or “couple goals,” but that’s not the point. I love the complexity of their relationship - how two imperfect, polar opposites could find each other in the depths of eternal suffering and form a bond in any capacity (there are so many hints they have a history/damaged friendship, don’t get me started).

Where Alastor is eccentric, impulsive, and flighty, Husk is his anchor and constant against the change that Alastor resents so vehemently - he’s just too proud to admit he needs Husks companionship, so instead, I’m fairly certain he trapped him in a contract to ensure they’d remain tethered (because he didn’t trust Husk to stay on his own). But sure, go off about how the dreaded man-hating Overlord killer let this grumpy, back-talking “free-loader” exist in his good graces for so long…

Point is, they’ve got that alluring period piece yearning aspect, and I’m excited to not only learn more about their past, but to find out if they can mend their future.}}

@alteregozowie @damnedrainbows

[angie-long-legs]

//I had the most lovely day with @mckeeks I'm like 🥹 !!! I honestly can't wait to meet more of my amazing hazbin friends and I'm so thankful that this little community has brought such wonderful people into my life! I feel incredibly sappy rn... ANYWAY I will be back to posting as normal tomorrow <3

[uxbase-blog]

At the inaugural #a11yTOConf Accessibility Toronto Conference! Chris Mckeeking of Deque Systems on Mobile Web.

On the left photo, Braille view of a Google+ post is both separate and associative - wrapped together. Too much information, and yet some features are hidden. Comment and Google+ talkback controls can’t focus.

Right photo has info grouped separately. Wrap informative pieces together and separate them from control touch targets.

[hazbinshusk]

husk x reader. basically just an excuse to write about neck kisses by the fire because @mckeeks put the idea in my head. short and sugary sweet. just a bartender enjoying some quiet time with his girl.

featuring: fluff and a very handsy husk. suggestive in nature because of who I am as a person.

You never would have thought that Hell would have the concept of simple pleasures, but cradled against Husk’s chest by the fire was as close to Heaven as you could imagine yourself getting, regardless of Charlie’s unwavering belief that you were worthy of redemption.

The comforting rumble of Husk’s rusty purr vibrates against your spine and seems to fill your middle, right through into your chest. His arms are wrapped loosely around your middle, his head tilted back to rest his chin on the crown of your head. A soft smile has bloomed over his features, the subtlest tilts to his lips, eye closed contentedly as the burning heat radiating from the fireplace melted into every one of his aching muscles.

Your eyelids droop even as you turn the page of your book, the soft rustle of the paper joining the soundscape of crackling flames and that wonderful purr. A smile of your own grows as you feel Husk shift against your back, burying his nose further into your hair. He inhales, savouring the scent of you; soft and sweet and the hint of some spice he’s never been able to place. It didn’t matter what it was called; he finds it just as addictive as all his other vices.

You hum in approval as you feel Husk press a kiss to the top of your head. His lips trail lower, dusting kisses down over your temple. A quiet laugh escapes you as his cold nose tickles at the corner of your jaw, and your smile widens at the way his arms tighten around you, drawing you closer to his chest. Husk lets his lips move lower, his warm breath a whispered promise of something more as it ghosts over the column of your throat.

“Husk…?”

“Shh,” he hushes you gently, kissing the tender skin over your pulse point. “Read your book.”

You giggle, trying to ward him away by raising your shoulder. Husk chuckles, voice low, simply switching to the other side of your neck. “You expect me to be able to concentrate when you’re doing that?”

“Doin’ what?” he asks innocently, letting the sharp points of his teeth graze teasingly against your flesh. Your breath catches, and you swear you can feel him smirk as he kisses the marks his fangs have left behind. “I ain’t doin’ nothin’.”

“Husk,” you repeat in a breathy voice, your book falling closed on your lap. His name doesn’t come as a protest… it’s more a soft plea. You could say that it’s for him to stop, sure, but when his lips return to the soft spot just below your ear, your breath hitches and your hand moves to clutch at his thigh. He hums his approval, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Don’t start something you can’t finish…”

Husk exhales, his warm breath tickling where his nose has left cool streaks across the side of your throat. You shiver as his claws graze their points across your skin, tucking your hair further out of his way. “When have I ever?”

You can feel his growing erection pressing against the small of your back, feel his arms tighten around you as one paw slips down slightly to toy with the fastenings of your pants.

“…And you plan on taking advantage of poor, corruptible me right here in the lobby, mister?”

Husk nips at the corner of your jaw, his tongue lapping quickly at the same spot as his claws tip-toe up your chest. He catches hold of your chin and turns your head gently towards him. You smile as he brings his lips to yours. “Smartass.”

You kiss him in  a slow, languid embrace, enjoying the way you can feel him relax further as you bump your nose affectionally against his. “I wasn’t complaining,” you joke lightly, kissing him again. “For the record.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he replies, amusement playing over his features. He lets his hand trail back down over you, lingering tauntingly near your chest for a moment before continuing to its former resting place against your stomach. Still, this time he curls his claws in your shirt, tugging it up to bear your skin to his warm touch. “You’re a bad influence.”

“Me?” you gasp in faux-shock, leaning your head back to kiss his neck. A low trill rolls through him at the feeling of it. “Never.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“We could keep playing this innocence game, honey,” you point out slowly, shifting your hips slowly, deliberately back against him. Husk groans as the movement grinds your ass against his half-hard cock. “…or you could fuck me in a pretty romantic setting.”

Husk chuckles, kissing you again. “Thought you’d never ask, baby.”

[irkimatsu]

I’m gonna personally come and kick your nightmares in the butt. Or sneeze on them.

But in the meantime; sending cuddles and every unhinged Husk thought to distract you from the mental fog; we got your back Irk! 💕✨ (Husk does too!)

thank you for sneezing on the nightmares! much appreciated! It's good when you can use your illness for good deeds~

(Seriously, I hope that illness leaves you the hell alone sooner rather than later! It's been, what, a week? No more sneezing!)

Thank you for all the unhinged Husk thoughts, and for many more to come!

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