#husk posting

[hazbinshusk]

“Control yourself, sugar.” Husk tells you in a low, velvety voice, glancing warily around the room even as his hands move to alight on your waist.

“For a guy who doesn’t wear a shirt, you’re remarkably buttoned-up, old man.” you teased, stealing the hat from his head and putting atop your own. You were straddling his lap on one of the couches in the hotel lobby, and the bright overhead lights have the two of you feeling exposed. Still, that doesn’t stop you from leaning down to brush your lips over the side of his throat.

“I hate it when you call me that,” Husk says despite the way he smiles up at you when you pull away again.

"Why?" you ask innocently, scratching your fingers lightly through the fur on his chest. You push his suspenders down off his shoulders, and despite the way his ears flicker warily, his eyes are wide and curious. "Don't like thinking about how a man like you managed to seduce a sweet, innocent thing like me?"

Husk snorts, his hands sliding down to cup your ass and squeeze. His smirk widens as you gasp in response. "You're a lotta things, doll, but innocent ain't one of 'em."

"No?" you ask in a lilting tone, rolling your hips once over his lap. Husk's eyes close for a moment, a groan sounding in the back of his throat.

"No." he replies simply. He shudders when one of your hands comes up to tease along the curve of his wing. He catches your wrist, pressing a kiss to the inside of it. The gesture makes your chest flutter. "And I don't know if we need to risk provin' that to the whole damn hotel. You're not exactly quiet, doll."

You pout, hands coming down to rest in your lap, between your thighs. Husk's eyes follow them, watching as they bunch slowly in your skirt, drawing it higher and higher...

"You're going to make me wait, Husk?" you ask, the fingers of one hand slipping up under your skirt. Husk's ears flick forward, his chest rising and falling in a single heavy breath. You whimper as you brush your fingers against your clit, and Husk's claws tighten reflexively against your ass. "Your room is so far away and I'm so--"

Husk's mouth meets your hungrily and you giggle as he grumbles into the kiss. "Can't believe you've got me doin' this shit in public..."

You grin, a moan catching in your throat as one of Husk's hands comes around to replace yours between your legs. You'd forgone underwear just for this event, and the feel of his warm hand pressing up against the slickness between your thighs made you shudder.

You fumble with the fastenings of his pants, Husk's tongue in your mouth as you wrap a hand around his hard cock. It twitches under your touch, and Husk pulls away from your mouth as you rise up to lower yourself onto him, his head falling back against the couch with an audible, aching moan.

You snicker, taking hold of his shoulders as you fuck yourself onto his cock. "Now who's the noisy one?"

"Fuck, baby..." Husk groans, his forehead pressing against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, curling your fingers in the soft fur between his ears. "Fuck..."

"You sure you don't want an audience, honey?" you tease, breath catching as Husk uses the hand still on your ass to grind you down against his pelvic bone, the barbs of his cock making you squeeze your thighs around his. "You sound so pretty like this... don't you want the others to know just how pretty my kitty is?"

Husk growls, taking hold of your hips roughly. He pushes you back as he turns, laying you out on the sofa. You arch under him as he thrusts himself into you, hard, and your eyes roll back as he takes up a brutal pace. Husk fucks you the way you knew he would when you called him 'pretty' - roughly and hungrily and with his claws tearing gauges in the cushions beneath you. You wrap your legs around his waist, push your hips up to meet every thrust, and when you cum it's with Husk's teeth digging into your collarbone and your fingers on your clit.

"Doin' so good for me, baby." he mutters into your throat, the rough line of his tongue against the marks he's left on your shoulder. "Gonna sing so pretty for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," you gasp breathlessly, wrapping your arms around him. You clutch at his back, at handfuls of fur, and Husk almost chokes on a moan as your hands find the base of his wings. "Yes, please, Husk, I'm--"

"Such a good girl," he tells you, his words far softer than the way his hips still slam into yours. You can feel yourself beginning to crest again, and your eyes squeeze close. "No, no, baby. C'mon doll, eyes on me and you can cum."

You force them open again and he kisses you, all tongue and teeth before he buries his face in the base of your throat and you cum again, announcing it to the lobby in a long, drawn-out call of his name.

Husk follows soon after, his hips stuttering into yours for a few more moments before he collapses on top of you, his chin on your chest.

He chuckles, rich tobacco and whiskey, and you force your head up to look at him.

"What?"

"Nothin'." he shrugs despite the purr now reverberating in both your chests. "Jus' thinkin' that you coulda been in the choir, a set of pipes like that."

Husk laughs as you smack him, pulling slowly out of you. You can feel the wet patch on the cushions beneath you.

"C'mon, doll. We gotta get you to bed before we really do have an audience down here."

[braindepo]

Switching Emoji/Wordmoji

- Husk (it/its)

[adyophene]

Husk's secret weapon

[captainsaltypear]

it's not just me. right? (I BLAME KEITH DAVID'S BUTTERY VOICE)

[kipkiphoorayy]

‼️ hazbin s1 finale spoilers ‼️

some text posts for the finale, what a ride!

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Turns out he wasn’t thinking. 😎

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2/?

[startuxi0]

Huskerdust/stolitz double date Part two :)

Huskerdust/stolitz double date! Part one, part two (you’re here) AUGGHHH I CAN FINALLY POST THIS!!! had some issues with my ipad so I wasn’t able to before :)

again, here’s the original post by @loserschmoozer that inspired this comic! Their headcannons are amazing and I hope you go check them out!

[celestialalpacaron]

HERES THIS REALLY DUMB IDEA THAT’S BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD AND I HAD TO SKETCH IT OUT SO FAST AHSJSKAKAKS

YALL know how like…Alastor has his little minion guys as his goons??? My brain said “I wonder what Husk’s minions looked like when he was an overlord….” And I WASSSS gonna give him little bunnies (hahaha magician motive) but they turned out too similar to Alastor’s so WHY NOT GIVE HIM SOME SEVERAL RIGHT (and left) HAND MANS HDJSKSKKSKASJA

Anyways DO WHAT YOU WILL WITH THIS INFORMATION :) 🩷

[dragon-spaghetti]

Late night talks 💖

(Please click for better quality!!)

[pensandsofas]

and then he did :)

[hazbinshusk]

husk x gn!reader. fluffy little ditty in which husk becomes more and more frustrated with the attention you give the hotel's other feline resident everyday. especially when said attention inadvertently activates his own cat-like tendencies. anonymous request. 1.4k.

You look up from your book at the sound of Husk’s annoyed little grunt, a small smile twitching across your lips as you watch him wave away KeeKee – who had wandered along the back of the sofa behind him and was now trying to step down over his wing and onto his shoulder. Warding her away while trying not to spill his coffee, he scowls, and you set your book aside, holding back a laugh. He is always so hostile towards the cyclopean feline, and while it’s easy to guess why, you still find it a little amusing.

Taking pity on him, you catch the smaller cat’s attention by clicking your fingers enticingly. It takes a lot of self-control to stop yourself from laughing again when both KeeKee and Husk’s ears perk up in identical flicks of curiosity at the sound and turn their attention to you.

“Hi, KeeKee,” you coo, holding your hand out to her. “Hi, baby!”

The cat lets out a little ‘prr?’ of interest, abandoning her attempt to climb Husk’s arm to jump down onto the coffee table between you and approach on dainty, silent feet.

Husk spares you a quick, grateful smile before settling back in his seat, eyes closing, coffee cup warming his thigh. KeeKee hesitates when she reaches the edge of the coffee table, her large eye focused on you and her ears pointed together so the little heart marking is complete. You click your fingers again, summoning her with the clichéd little ‘ps-ps-ps’ that always seems to work wonders on cats.

She hops across the gap and into your lap, and you grin, immediately reaching up between her ears to rub your fingers through silky fur. She purrs, pressing up into your hand in order to lead your fingers down her back. She curls up into your lap comfortably after a moment, eye closed.

“What?”

You look up, confused. “Huh?”

Husk is watching you with a raised eyebrow. “What d’you want?”

“…What’re you talking about?”

“Didn’t you jus’…” he frowns for a moment, and you’re surprised to see color appear in his cheeks. He clears his throat, busying himself by taking a sip of his coffee. He mumbles the next words into his cup. “Never mind. It’s nothin’.”

You watch him for a moment, bemused, until KeeKee presses her head up into your palm and steals your attention away. “Okay…”

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“D’you think starting a fire would maybe get us out of the group activity tomorrow?”

“A fire?”

“Just a small one,” you reason jokingly, smiling up at the bartender in front of you, chin resting in your palm. “My back is killing me.”

“Mm,” he hums in what could be sympathy, if it wasn’t for the amusement curving his lips. “Poor baby.”

“Hey, you’re not allowed to call me ‘baby’ when you’re making fun of me.” you tell him, sliding your glass back across the bar top when he tilts a bottle your way in a wordless offer for a refill. “It messes with my head if I’m insulted and horny.”

Husk coughs as he chokes on his drink, and you grin. Wiping his mouth with the back of his paw, he shakes his head at you. “Fuckin’ Christ, doll.”

You snicker, leaning forward on your elbows over the bar. Husk’s expression warms into one of affection, and he moves to meet your lips with his…

Only to stop short with a deafening sneeze as soft white fur feathers its way under his nose.

“Fuck!”

You laugh aloud as Husk sneezes again, scooping KeeKee up out of harm’s way, the toy she’d brought with her falling from her mouth and onto the bar. She rubs her face against your collarbone contentedly, the offending tail still waving back and forth in a lazy rhythm. You grimace sympathetically at Husk as he turns to glare at the little creature.

“Fuckin’ cat…”

“Hey, none of that,” you admonish teasingly, you hold KeeKee up to meet her eye. She bumps her nose against yours. Your tone turns childish and playful. “She didn’t mean it, did you, Keeks? Besides, she’s just the cutest little kitty in all of Hell, aren’t you?”

You lean to the side to look past her and meet Husk’s unimpressed stare. “Well… second cutest.”

“Funny.”

“Aw…” you set KeeKee back on the bar, reaching over and wrapping your fingers around one of his suspenders and tugging him towards you. His stomach meets the edge of the wood, and you lean up again, successfully meeting his mouth in a sweet kiss this time. You pull back ever-so-slightly, smirking. “Don’t be jealous, baby.”

He grumbles something under his breath but relents and kisses you again, more firmly this time. You feel his hand come up to whisper against your cheek before a sudden, loud squeak shatters the moment and he pulls away with an irritated sigh. A tiny, cattish complaint sounds underneath it as he watches KeeKee bite down on the toy again.

You pout sympathetically up at him, batting the plush little mouse back and forth between your hands for KeeKee to chase. She did just that, and you giggle as she tries to smack her paws down on top of it over and over again. You notice the twitching of Husk’s tail, back and forth behind him, out of the corner of your eye, but you think of it as nothing more than his continued irritation with KeeKee.

You jump as Husk’s paw suddenly traps the toy beneath its claws, your eyes snapping up to his face in surprise. The bartender is staring down at his hand with wide eyes and dilated pupils, tail still twitching and what you can swear is the beginnings of a satisfied smile on his lips. There’s a second’s pause before he blinks, his brow furrowing. His gaze flashes up to meet yours, and he clears his throat, withdrawing his hand. “I, uh… jus’ not on the bar, okay?”

You try to hold back your amusement, giving him a serious nod. “Okay.”

He glares at you. “Shut up.”

“Sure.”

“I mean it,” he says, pointing a claw at you. “Not a word.”

You toss the toy aside, Keekee bounding away after it. You stand, leaning over the bar to bump your nose against his. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you murmur, “Never, baby.”

He grumbles quietly, but that doesn’t stop him from catching your cheek as you turn away and bringing you back in, finally, for a real kiss.

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“Stupid goddamned cat.” Husk groans into his half-gone whiskey glass before pressing it to his forehead in hopes that the ice-chilled glass will ease his headache.

“Hey,” you say softly, humor playing on your features. You open the door long enough to set the trashcan and the dustpan and brush outside before closing it with a quiet snap. “She’s not the one who got into my catnip stash.”

He frowns at you from beneath the glass. “She’s the reason you’ve got it.”

You’d come upstairs to find an incredibly stoned Husk laying on your carpet, the little plastic bag of catnip from your drawer spilled all over the floor. It had taken almost an hour to get him to sit upright, and another twenty minutes for him to sober up enough to stop trying to make out with your neck and actually tell you what happened.

“Who says that it wasn’t for you?”

He glares, and you chuckle, stepping across the scene of the crime and coming to join him on the bed. He was leaning back against the pillows, and he sets the glass aside as you crawl up beside him and curl into his side. He wraps his arm and a wing around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“From now on,” you promise him quietly, mindful of his nip-induced migraine. “This room is a cat-free zone, aside from those with bartending skills. Deal?”

He hums against your hair, lips still pressed there. “Deal.”

“And I also promise to not tell anyone that you greened out like a high-school kid after a pep rally.”

He chuckles despite himself, eyes closing as he tucks his chin up over the crown of your head. He exhales happily as he feels you press a kiss to his throat. “Much appreciated, doll.”

[triona-tribblescore]

I WANNA DRAAWW!! RAHHHGG!! Absolutely swamped with college work, im so tired TT (hence whatever tf this is lmao)

[adyophene]

I couldn't get the idea of Alastor holding Husk like that one ferret gif during his lament in the finale out of my head.

[ricebin-hotel]

i made more of these :3

[planetkram]

Literally everyone making out in this episode fr

Ugh.. why couldn’t we add Husk and Angel to this?

[blitzy-blitzwing]

That loving stare. 🥺❤️