#McKeeks

[hazbinshusk]

husk x fem!reader. based on a wonderful idea from @mckeeks. when you fall asleep at the bar, husk finds himself enamored with the way you look when you're asleep, the way your hair feels under his touch. what's a kitty to do? 2.1k

featuring: pure pre-relationship fluff, huskerdust friendship & a smartass angel dust.

“Husk!”

The bartender looks up at the sound of your voice and the doors closing with a bang behind you, letting out a little mrrp of surprise as it drags him out of his revery. He swallows back the cattish sound distastefully, training his expression into one of detachment despite the affection he feels bloom in his chest at your smile.

Which means nothing, obviously.

You’re hanging off Angel’s arm and laughing, stumbling slightly over the polished floors as the two of you approach the bar. Angel’s face is equally flushed, but a quick assessment tells Husk that he hasn’t slipped in his mission to stay off the hard stuff. Angel takes your hand and lifts it above your head, the two of you giggling as you spin under it and fall into a barstool.

“We missed you,” you continue, smiling crookedly up at the cat behind the bar. Angel takes the stool beside you, winking at the bartender. You pout childishly and Husk reaches automatically for a bottle of schnapps. “The guy at the place was an asshole.”

“The guy. At the place.” Husk repeats dryly, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

“The bartendah,” Angel explains, snickering. He raises his shot glass in thanks to Husk before tossing it back. “She fuckin’ told him so, too.”

“Christ.”

“Almost like she’s got a preference for a certain fluffy faced fucker back here at the hotel,” Angel insinuates snidely, and Husk shoots him a glare. The spider shrugs, undaunted, and sing-songs, “’m jus’ sayin’…”

“You say too much,” Husk deadpans back at him, and Angel grins.

“You should’ve come with us,” you murmur, your cheek in your hand. “Angel said he missed you, too.”

“Pretty sure I said ‘Husk makes a stronger drink’,” Angel retorts. “You’re the one who got all moon-eyed over the idea o’ Huskie getting’ handsy on the dancefloor.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, bumping your shoulder against Angel’s. Your cheeks warm as you meet the bartender’s eye. “That’s not what I said.”

“What I heard.” Angel shrugs, sliding his glass back towards Husk. “Ya should hear the mouth on this one, Husk. What she said she’d do to you…”

“Shut the fuck up.” you and Husk say in unison, and the porn star laughs boisterously. Husk swallows against the thoughts Angel’s words have conjured, tipping a bottle your way in offer.

You shake your head, eyelids drooping now that you’re back in the familiar warmth of the hotel, sleep quickly settling into the drunken embrace of your mind. You keep talking even as your eyes close.

“Should’ve come, though,” you repeat. “Would’ve had so… fun…”

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Husk finds himself almost hyperaware of your presence at the bar; a feeling that doesn’t seem to dissipate even as the night drags on into the into the very early hours of the morning. You’ve long since passed out, your arms folded on the bar in front of you, your cheek resting on your forearm. There’s a soft rosiness to your cheeks, your lipstick so faded that it’s barely more than a blush against your full bottom lip. It stirs something inside him that he tries to ignore, but his tail waves slowly behind him all the same.

Angel is bending his ear with the latest tales from the studio, and Husk is more than happy to listen to his friend vent about the more vanilla crap he has to put up with. Apparently, Valentino has been distracted of late, leaving the directing to some other perverts in the studio. This has meant that Angel has been able to actually enjoy some aspects of the job more than he usually would. Namely, the embarrassing faux pas and fuck ups of his costars.

Husk is chuckling over an overly descriptive recount of a mishap involving raspberry flavored lube and an overly-complicated sex swing when he turns to see Angel tearing up a napkin and sprinkling the pieces of it in your hair. A soft, warning growl rumbles out of Husk instinctively. “Leave her be.”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’.” Angel says innocently, holding up his top two hands in surrender. Husk raises an eyebrow at him as one of his lower hands picks up another handful of makeshift confetti and drops it on your head. Your nose twitches as a few pieces fall over your face, tickling at your skin.

“Wake her up an’ I cut you off,” Husk warns. “You’ll be stuck swillin’ the cheap shit I know you’ve got stashed in your room.”

“Ooh, look at you, Huskie… I think your heart might be growin’ three sizes in there.” He leans over the bar to poke Husk in the chest with his finger. He goes on to walk his fingers down over his furry stomach. “D’ya plan on showin’ her what else you’ve got that’ll grow three size—”

Husk knocks his hand away just before his fingers can make contact with the waistband of his pants. “Watch it.”

Angel cackles, settling back into his seat and picking up his glass. Husk glowers at him for a moment before his attention is drawn back to you when you shift slightly, burying your face deeper into your arms. He reaches out without really thinking, picking a few pieces of napkin out of your hair with careful claws. Husk pointedly ignores the raised eyebrow and knowing smirk the spider gives him.

Their conversation shifts and Angel launches into a new story, and each time he finishes refilling the porn star’s glass he finds his paw returning idly to your hair, even after he’s fished each piece of napkin out of your locks. Instead, he just trails his claws gently through your hair, softly detangling it and enjoying the way the movement teased the scent of your shampoo into the air.

You sigh happily in your sleep as his claws scratch so lightly against your scalp and down to the nape of your neck, and Husk feels the small smile that touches your features reflected on his own. Angel has long since stopped commenting on his actions, secretly enjoying the way Husk’s expression has softened as he dotes quietly on you.

“She is sweet on ya, ya know,” Angel says quietly, and Husk snatches his hand away from you, shooting the spider a glare.

“Can it.”

“’m serious,” he insists. “Two o’ you are like Romeo and fuckin’ Juliet the way you look at each other… without all the teenage angst bullshit ‘n’ waaaay more sexual tension.”

Husk scoffs, busying himself pointedly by running a rag over an already clean glass. “She can do better than me.”

“Sure,” Angel shrugs jokingly. “But this is hell, baby. Pickin’s are kinda slim.”

“So… I’m the best of a bad situation?” Husk says with a small, self-deprecating smirk. You whine softly in your sleep and Husk’s hand returns automatically to your hair. You relax under his touch with a quiet exhale, and Husk returns to the slow, comforting rhythm his paw had had in your hair before.

“Ain’t that all we can be down here?” Angel shoots back, finishing his drink. He stands, running a hand through his hair and swaying slightly on his feet as the booze hits his system in earnest. “’m jus’ sayin’… jump on it while ya can, ‘cause an ass like that gets a hell of a lotta attention in the clubs. She won’ be single forever.”

A quiet growl escapes Husk unbidden, and Angel’s grin widens.

“Alright, let’s wake her ass up, already. ‘s time for bed.”

“I, uh…” Husk clears his throat, color staining his muzzle. “I got her. You head on up.”

“Ohhhh, you takin’ my advice then?”

“I swear, Angel, you don’t let up, I’m gonna kick your scrawny ass.”

Angel winks at him, blows him a kiss. “Be careful, baby. I might like it.”

Husk rolls his eyes as Angel turns on his heel and traipses upstairs, humming a taunting melody that echoes off the high ceilings. The bartender is pretty sure he recognizes it as being one about ‘sitting in a tree’, and he grumbles quietly under his breath about ‘asshole spiders’ as he rounds the bar.

He comes to a standstill by your side, the color in his cheeks burning deeper. Husk finds that he doesn’t want to wake you. He knows this sudden reluctance is stupid, but… as strange as this strange, one-sided intimacy he’s concocted between you is in this moment, he knows he’ll crave it again as soon as he breaks it by waking you up. He strokes his claws through your hair and down onto your shoulder, casting a glance back up at the stairs before squeezing your arm gently.

“Hey, sweetness,” he murmurs, the pet-name slipping out unbidden. He touches a hand to the strands of hair that have fallen over your cheek. “’s time for bed.”

You stir reluctantly, your mind conjuring images of soft hands and a softer voice as you edge back into wakefulness. Your voice comes in a rough whisper, weighed down with sleep. “…Husk?”

He smiles softly as you meet his eye, making move to pull his paw away. He stops when you lean into it, your brow furrowing slightly. “We’re closin’ up for the night, doll. Time to go.”

You groan, the furrow between your brows deepening. “No… stairs…”

He breathes a quiet laugh, carefully pulling you up against him. You turn into him as soon as you feel the warmth of his fur, resting your cheek against his chest. Husk freezes for a moment, lips parted slightly in surprise. Not just at you… but at his own body’s reaction.

Husk has done just about everything in Hell. His time as an Overlord… well, he’s pretty sure he’s done some things that’d even make Angel blush. But you… just the feeling of you leaning into him like this… it’s making his heartrate rise like nothing else has before. Warmth that he hasn’t experienced since… since he was topside was spreading through every part of him.

“C’mere.” he mutters, bending down and scooping you up into his arms. You make a soft noise of surprise but don’t complain, and Husk smiles to himself as you settle into his embrace. Curling your hands up in the fur of his chest, you tuck your head up under his chin, nuzzling into the warmth and softness of him. Husk’s breathing hitches slightly, his eyes closing for a moment before he begins to make his way up the stairs.

“Strong…” you murmur into his chest, curling fur around your finger idly.

“Years of tossin’ drunks.”

“’m not drunk,” you slur, lips brushing against the base of his throat. Husk shivers. “You’re… drunk.”

Husk hums in amusement, tapping his chin against your hair reassuringly. “Don’t worry, sweetness. Wouldn’t do that to a girl like you.”

“Good,” you smile tipsily into collarbone. You lower your voice further, speaking in a stage whisper. “’Cause, I’m… drunk.”

“I noticed,” he chuckles, grateful for the elevator Lucifer installed during the rebuild. He manages to extend a claw and press the button for your floor, stepping into the little room as the door ding open. “’s our little secret.”

“Mmm…”

“Got your key?”

You nod, digging into your pocket clumsily. You almost drop it as soon as you hold it up, a drunken giggle slipping out of you. You let your head fall back against his shoulder lazily as he carries you to your door. Husk turns his head to bump his cheek against your temple, and you reach up with your free hand to scratch your nails under his chin. A purr rumbles through him before he can stop it, but embarrassment doesn’t have a chance to take root when he hears the happy little gasp you let out in response.

The purr continues as he sets you down on your bed, bending down to tug off your shoes before meeting your eye again. “You good? You need anything?”

You frown, shaking your head, lower lip pouting. Fuck, he wants to kiss it. “Where’re you going?”

“To my room,” he tells you gently. He smooths hair away from your face with careful claws, letting them linger against your cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You groan, rolling onto your side to better face him. You’re already waning again, your eyes falling closed and your voice barely more than a mumble. “When’s morning?”

“Sooner than you think,” Husk says; the sky outside already beginning to burn with the first haze of the blood red sun. He hesitates a moment before he bends down again, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Goodnight, love.”

“Mmm…” you sigh, tugging a pillow to your chest. “Night, Husk.”

[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 🤔

[ultravioletrayz]

thank you for the tag @lxverrings and @scoobysnakz!!

Eggs: fried with a TON of lemon, salt, and pepper

Steak: well done... practically burnt

Milk: just regular whole milk, I guess

Alcohol: vodka tonic, long island, mojito, estrella damm lager are some of my go-to's

Warm Drink: coffee and hot chocolate

no pressure tags!! @xluvablz @mckeeks @mybvalentine @risararelywrites @reverieblondie

[hazbinshusk]

ADORE the way you write 🥰

Could I request AFAB!Reader with Husk. Reader takes their coffee/cocktails very sweet and sugary a stark contrast to Husk’s bitter tastes. LOVE the Grumpy x Sunshine trope 🙈💕

combining this one with an anon request for... prompt #18: a kiss while laughing.

“The fuck,” Husk sighs as you retake your seat beside him and slide two glasses across the tabletop. Despite his tone, he wraps a wing around you automatically. “…is that?”

“Whiskey.”

The cat gives you a well-practiced look of exasperation that makes you giggle. The sound of it teases his senses in a way that makes the jaded bartender smile affectionately, his wing tightening around you to draw you closer to his side. Even in the blaringly loud club you’d both been dragged to he was happy enough to claim a moment of intimacy between the two of you.

You’d found a table in the back corner of the bar, and while he was more than happy to see you enjoying the night each time Cherri or Angel dragged you away from him, each time you came back to him made his heart wonderfully light. And it amazingly had very little to do with the whiskey you brought with you.

“Smartass.”

“You love it,” you reply, smile widening as you feel his lips brush the corner of your jaw. You turn your head to catch his lips with yours, tasting the sweet burn of booze on his lips. “Now, what were you complaining about?”

Husk hums a gruff laugh against the side of your neck as you turn back to the table, his lips touching the side of your throat before he does the same. He waves a hand towards the table in front of you. “Your fuckin’ drink is glowin’.”

You scoff, picking up and taking a sip of your cocktail pointedly. Its pinkish color is bright under the shifting overhead lights, and its flavor bursts on your tongue. “It’s a Hurricane, Husk.”

“Christ,” he eye-rolls, smiling despite himself when you giggle again. “’s a crime against booze.”

“I’ve seen you drink what’s basically a step above paint stripper,” you point out tauntingly. “And now you’ve got standards about what gets you drunk?”

“Can you even get drunk on shit like that?” he shoots back snidely. “Looks like a fuckin’ kiddie drink.”

You shrug, still smiling teasingly. “Well, it’s got like… four different kinds of booze in it. You should try it.”

“I’ll pass.”

Your smile widens, and you slide the glass towards him. “Go on, baby. Thought you liked to gamble.”

He raises an eyebrow, shaking his head despite the smirk he can’t keep from his lips. “Think you’re dangerous, don’t ya?”

“Sometimes.”

Still, he picks up the glass and, forgoing the straw, downs half of it. He grimaces immediately, a shiver wracking through him as he sticks out his tongue in disgust.

“Fuck!”

You laugh aloud, rescuing your drink from his hand. Husk groans, grabbing for his own drink. He tips it back, eager to banish the sweetness from his tastebuds, only to find it empty. Your laughter doubles, the whiskey still burning on your tongue.

“Cheeky little—” Husk curls the claws of one hand around the side of your neck and pulls you into a kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth. Surprised, your laughter dies and you moan into it, your own hands coming up to grip at the fur of his chest. Husk growls at the feeling of it, leaning into you further, pushing you back against the booth.

You giggle, breaking away from his lips. Your hands ease on his fur, soothing over his chest and up over his shoulders. His wings curl around the two of you as best they can between the booth and the table. “You like it that much, huh?”

“Fuckin’ awful,” he groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Needed somethin’ to get the taste outta my mouth.”

“Oh, really?” you say, faking offense. You make move to push him away and slide out of his reach. “Well, if that’s the case…”

You’re laughing again as Husk grabs hold of you and drags you back to him, using his grip on your arm to lead it up around his neck. His mouth meets yours, and he speaks against your lips. “You’re not goin’ anywhere, doll. ‘m not finished with you yet.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[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

[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]

This silly crack idea has had me giggling all morning so I had to share!

AFAB!Reader dressing up as Husk for either Halloween (does Hell even get Halloween 🤔) or a dress up party. Cute red bow tie and suspenders. “They said to dress up as your favourite person… easy choice!”

Okay, but... my mind went immediately to the (logical) extreme that Husk doesn't wear a shirt.

So, imagine (most likely after a few shots for courage), you come downstairs dressed in a bowtie and trousers and a hat just like his, and of course, his suspenders. But, since of course you want to go for 'accuracy' (and Angel may have been very convincing when you'd told him this idea), you're not wearing a shirt. Instead, you're just wearing a mesh bra that matches your skin tone precisely. It's barely anything at all, just enough to give the illusion of modesty and give your chest an absolutely sinful lift. The suspenders cover your nipples, and with Angel hyping you up (and somehow dressed even more scandalously), it's actually pretty easy to actually leave your room and join the others.

Husk is behind the bar with some (admittedly shitty) nod to a costume on, and he's so focused on work that he doesn't quite realize how you're dressed until you're standing right in front of him. And to all that is unholy, does it blow him away.

Like, drops a glass and doesn't even register it shattering. Bright red in the face and torn between exasperation that anyone would dress up as him and the fact that he needs everyone to leave that room right now so he can bring you behind the bar (where 'husk' belongs) and bend you the fuck over it.

[hazbinshusk]

Ooh~ Names and Turn Ons for Angel ✨ I’m super interested to see what you think!

omg, you're new icon is so cute bb!

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?

angel likes it, but he doesn't like degradation. he gets so much genuine degradation at work and on the street that he doesn't need it when he's safe. pet names like 'baby', 'doll', 'sugar', 'honey'... they're all going to make him melt. 'good boy' is also a sure fire way to get him excited (as long as its said by the right person).

he prefers praise, but occasionally he needs humiliation as a mental release.

he absolutely calls his partner's names in the bedroom. I mean, look at him, is he even really capable of calling husk by his real name more than like, once, a week?

still, that means when he's close to cumming and does call husk by his actual name, its a miracle that husk doesn't immediately lose it and cum as well. (which angel knows and will occasionally take advantage of - moaning his name in his ear when he wants to lure husk away from the heavy petting portion of the evening and into full blown fucking)

angel kind of has both, in that he will call a partner daddy, but also doesn't mind if his partner calls him either daddy or mommy.

turn on — what turns them on?

masculine voices

the scent of certain colognes

light, fleetingly suggestive touches (especially on the dancefloor)

good (also suggestive) banter

strong arms

chivalry

someone playing with hair/massaging his scalp

send me a headcanon prompt and a character (blitz, stolas, husk, angel)

[top-shelf-tender]

@mckeeks

This is lucilith to me

[hazbinshusk]

oh god fighting the urge to request ALL for Husk 😩

But! Dynamic and Fantasy for Husk (Overlord and/or otherwise 👀) LOVE YOOOOU 💕

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

husk tends to lean towards being the dominant, but he prefers to think of it as 'leading' than being a 'dom'. he's more of a soft dom than anything, and takes great pride (and other feelings) in being the one to teach or guide a partner into feeling good.

he's also (as I said before) more than happy to dabble in bottoming for his partners if that's what they want, and he'll enjoy it just as much.

he's big into enthusiastic consent, so he's going to communicate pretty clearly if he wants to switch it up (no pun intended). whether that be talking it through before the act or verbally guiding you towards that dynamic during.

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

he really wants to do it behind the bar. not something he'd readily admit, but the idea of bending his partner over the wood as some kind of 'fuck you' to the fact that he's trapped there... it's an intoxicating idea, really.

he used a lot of his nights as an overlord getting to indulge his wildest fantasies, so there isn't really much he hasn't tried.

so the craziest thing to him right now is indulging in the more romantic side of his sexual fantasies.

send me a headcanon prompt and a character (blitz, stolas, husk, angel)

[hazbinshusk]

How do you think Husk would react to using a blindfold on you and in return, using a blindfold on him? 🤔🖤

I think Husk would be totally open to using a blindfold on his partner; letting them focus completely on the way he can make them feel, the way his touch can be so very good for his sweet baby... he would absolutely adore seeing you arch up under his touch as he trails his claws so gently over your sternum and then over to circle your nipples. Seeing you shudder as his touch moves lower, or as the soft, delicate feathers of his tail dust over your legs and up between your knees.

I think he'd also be the perfect partner for someone (like me) that would love to try being blindfolded but gets nervous about the vulnerability of the situation - and oh, how his honeyed voice would sound so, so good leading you through every touch he makes, teasing you softly and telling you just what a good, patient doll you're being for him. His voice is built for adding to the sexual experience, and he can easily see just how much it affects you. So, who can blame him for taking advantage of that and crooning to you the whole time?

On him, I think he might be a little more hesitant... partly because he's usually the one in control. But mostly because he's not comfortable with his sinner form, so being forced to focus so much on it through your touch could be a lot for him to deal. But, oh, how that allows you so much to help him come to like it. Listening to you praise him while you trail your fingers over his chest, drawing lines through the fur of his hip bones... the combination of your voice and the way you gently tease him to full arousal by skimming and kneading your hands over his wings, his thighs... the kitten is going to purr...

[hazbinshusk]

Wholesome Husk thought for you, bb!

Waking Husk up with kisses. As per your usual routine with the serial cuddler; you wake up snuggled into his side, warm and comforting. Opening sleep heavy eyes to look at his peaceful face, so dang cute. Pressing a few sweet kisses to his chest, arching your neck from your cuddled position to kiss up his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook. He stirs a little so you keep going - little chaste kisses to his jaw, trailing across his cheeks before cupping his face and placing a full, welcomed kiss to his lips.

“Mornin’ to you too, doll…”

it hurts me on a deep, deep level knowing that I'm never really going to experience a proper husk cuddle in this life... but thank god we have great imaginations.

waking up with husk would be so soft and comforting and sweet... when he's hungover and you try to get out of bed, so he just rolls on top of you and spreads his wings out across the bed so you can't move. and you try to be annoyed but he nuzzles his nose into the side of your throat and how could you possibly argue with that? just let him stay in bed with you a little longer... he'll make it up to you, he swears. (never mind that he doesn't need to make it up to you at all).

[top-shelf-tender]

@mckeeks @angie-long-legs

The Flustering: Part 2 (2/2) The Rough Draft

Angel’s Unholy Thoughts and Husk in front of him invoking them 🤣

[hazbinshusk]

okay, @mckeeks has sent me like, the cutest fucking husk headcanon about falling asleep at the bar (like seriously, I've been smiling about it for like 6 hours), and I want to post it but I also want to write a fic for it and I know if I post it I'll forget, but it's seriously adorable so expect fluffy husk/reader soon!