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[hazbinshusk]

husk x afab!reader. when the weather in pride turns suddenly antarctic, the residents of the hotel are left shivering and scrambling for better heating. you and husk however decide to sequester yourselves in your room, sharing personal space for the sake of body heat out of the prying eyes of your friends. and, well, can anyone blame you when things get a little... physical?

my dear @jazziesanura requested some cold weather cuddlefucking, and while I'm sweating to death down in aus, I'm more than happy to indulge my mutuals :) 2.3k.

featuring: a lot of fluff and smut, penetrative sex, alcohol.

“Oh, before I forget; I’ve got to call my ex later,”  you say idly, crossing the bedroom with two heavy-bottomed glasses of whiskey in hand. Husk quirks an eyebrow up at you curiously, a soft mrrp escaping him. He’s sitting with his back against the headboard, his hat resting on top of the lamp on your bedside table. “We’re getting back together.”

Husk’s brow furrows even as he accepts one of the glasses from you, claws making a quiet tink against it. “What?”

You smile, nodding towards the ice-sheened window. “Because Hell has officially frozen over.”

Husk snorts a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Cute.”

“Thank you,” you reply perkily, taking a sip of your drink. You can’t taste the notes of ‘green apple and caramel’ the bottle had boasted, but it was still better than the acetone-tasting crap Husk usually drank. It burns in your throat but unfortunately does little to actually warm you. The sudden temperature shift from the usually balmy days of Hell to what was basically Antarctic had the whole Hotel on lockdown while Charlie desperately shivered her way through trying to source extra heating outside the fireplace in the lobby. You were pretty sure Alastor had one in his quarters too, but he wasn’t going to volunteer it to the other residents, so most of them were gathered downstairs. Aside from the radio demon, you were pretty sure only you and Husk were the only ones who’d opted to stay upstairs. “I thought so.”

“’s a low bar, doll,” Husk tells you, finishing his drink and setting the glass aside. He holds a paw out to you invitingly and you take it readily, climbing across the mattress to settle in his lap. You straddle his thighs, your hand guiding his paw to your waist before sliding up his arm to take his shoulder. In open defiance of the cold – or maybe because his fur is just that thick – the only sartorial nod Husk has made to the change in the weather is a thick, bottle-green scarf wrapped around his neck. “Everythin’ you do is cute.”

“Fuck, you’re a charmer,” you sigh, and you giggle as Husk bumps his nose affectionately against yours. You rub your fingers through the fur at the back of his head, teasing at the base of his ear. “And a liar.”

“Degenerate piece of shit like me? A liar?” Husk’s voice is muffled slightly as he brushes his lips over the corner of your jaw. You smile as his whiskers tickle at the side of your throat. “Who would’a thought it?”

“Hush, you,” you admonish lightly, cupping his cheeks in your hands and tilting his face up to better meet your eye. Husk’s expression is soft, amused and affectionate in a way that might just be reserved for you when no one else can see. You smooth your thumbs over his cheeks gently. “Keep talking crap about my favourite bartender and I will have to kick your ass.”

“Shudder the thought,” Husk smirks, letting you bring his face up to meet yours in a kiss. One paw squeezes your waist, the other finding your thigh beneath the robe you have wrapped securely around yourself, and a contented little trill sounds against your lips as he lets the kiss linger. You brush your lips again in a few more brief, gentle kisses before you pull away again.

“Speaking of shuddering…” you feel a shiver wrack through you as the cold winds of outside seem to find a new crack in the walls to slip through. The chill of it seems to wrap itself around your very bones, and you huddle closer to the cat petulantly. In response, Husk smiles sympathetically, leaning up to nuzzle his face into the curve of your neck. He bumps his forehead against the underside of your jaw and rubs it there in a very catlike gesture you know he’d deny if you mentioned it. You hum as the cold touch of his nose skims across your collarbone. “Since when can Hell even get cold?”

Husk sighs. “Rarely happens. This is the… third time? Since I’ve been down here. Blows over in a few days, and we’re back to roastin’ all nice and crispy the way the Big Man intended.”

When a shudder runs through you again you groan in annoyance, and Husk smirks, opening his arms and wings up to you. “C’mere, you big baby.”

“Not a baby,” you pout childishly, but lean into all the same. Husk chuckles as you wrap your arms around his middle and bury your frozen fingers in the warm fur of his back, jerking away from your touch when you find his skin beneath it. You giggle, nuzzling your face into his collarbone and inhaling the warm-spice and whiskey scent of him.

“Not a baby,” he agrees, kissing the top of your head. “Jus’ a bit of a bellyacher.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Husk laughs, the sound rich and soft in your ear, and he curls his wings more tightly around you to better envelop you in his own warmth.

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You lose track of time, wrapped up in Husk’s arms, lulled into near sleep by the softness of his fur, the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. A quiet purr is rolling through him, and when your legs begin to cramp from kneeling over his lap for so long, Husk gently rearranges the two of you so you’re laying side by side under the blankets, your face once more buried in his chest so you can feel the purr against your cheek.

Husk strokes careful claws slowly through your hair and down your back, his muzzle tucked against the crown of your head. He still struggles to understand what exactly you see in an old, washed-up addict like him, but it’s moments like this when he can swear, he almost feels as though the weight of that infernal, invisible chain around his throat isn’t quite there anymore.

The bartender trails his paw lower, smoothing over your hip and down to where your robe has ridden up over your thigh. His claws tickle at the sensitive skin there, and you hum a groan sleepily into his chest. Husk smiles to himself, the expression catching when he feels your own hand trail down his stomach to hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants.

“Careful, sweetness.” he rumbles into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. “You know what you’re doin’ there?”

“Think I remember how it goes,” you mumble into his fur, fumbling briefly with the button fastening his slacks closed. “’Sides… you started it.”

“Did I now?” Husk’s eyes flutter closed and you feel him exhale heavily against your hair as you slip your hand into his pants and cup your palm against his cock. He’d be almost ashamed to admit that he’s half-hard already, if you weren’t apparently so eager despite the cold. His paw tightens reflexively on your thigh at your touch. “Oh, doll… thank fuck your hands are warm.”

You giggle into his chest, squeezing him teasingly and thrilling at the way his shudders in response. You feel his cock twitch, and you wrap your fingers around it, letting your fingertips trail teasingly over the head of it. Husk groans, low in the back of his throat. “Suddenly all this fur isn’t such a bad thing, is it?”

“Wouldn’t push it that fa—ah…” Husk breaks off with a light moan as you begin to stroke him, squeezing at the base of his cock. He exhales a smile against your hair, nosing at your hairline until you tilt your head back and let him brush his lips against your forehead. “Cheeky thing you are…”

“Husk…” you murmur, tilting your head back further, stretching up to dust kisses over the underside of his chin. “Touch me.”

Husk smiles, bumping his nose against yours. “Finally someone in this fuckin’ place gives me somethin’ I wanna do.”

You laugh as he brings his lips to yours, his kiss sweet and his lips deliciously warm as he echoes you with a muffled laugh of his own. His claws glide up your thigh to caress the curve of your ass, squeezing the muscle appreciatively. You smile into his kiss, quickening your hand slightly, teasing your thumb over the head of his cock. Husk’s teeth catch your bottom lip, and the brief flare of pain thrills you.

“Go slow, baby,” he whispers, kissing your cheek, the bridge of your nose. “I wanna savour it.”

Cheeks pink with the cold and with his words, you nod, eager in a way that Husk almost finds innocent. It charms him, and when you hook your thigh up over his hip he wraps a possessive paw around it. When you push the underwear you wear under your robe aside and guide his cock to slide up against you, Husk kisses you again, groaning into your mouth as he flicks just warm, how wet you are for him already. You whimper as you feel the length of him slide against your clit, the barbs of his cock rising as he reaches full arousal. They tickle at the nerves there; a texture that makes your eyes roll back behind their lids as your excitement grows.

Husk cups your cheek, brushing his lips over yours again before pulling back. He watches your face intently as he presses the head of his cock into you, pupils blown wide as he watches your lips part in a soundless gasp at the feel of him slowly, slowly filling you. You hand finds purchase on his shoulder as though you’re anchoring yourself to him, to the way he feels moving into you, and Husk moves to kiss your forehead again, murmuring so quietly with his lips pressed to your skin that you can’t make out all the words.

“That’s it… feels… fuck…” his claws ghost against the side of your throat. “…good girl for me… that’s it, baby…”

Husk fucks you so, so slowly, each press of his hips into your accompanied by a soft sigh that fans across the top of your face and makes your lashes flutter. You run your fingers through the fur of his chest, reach up to carefully unwind the scarf that’s still wrapped around his neck. Husk lets you toss it aside, smiles as you replace where it rested against the side of his neck with your palm. You rub your fingers through the fur there, down to the massage the nape of his neck and between his shoulders. Husk kisses you again and you let the touch linger, your other hand – the one of the arm trapped beneath you – finds his paw and wraps your fingers around it. The bartender squeezes your hand back, kissing the spot between your brows tenderly.

“Husk…” you breathe his name into his neck, voice catching as he adjusts the angle of his hips. “Fuck…”

Every slide of his cock stretches you wonderfully, every drag of those barbs against your flesh sending sparks up through your spine to curl inside your belly. Husk keeps growling low, chanting your name like some kind of benediction as you squeeze around him. You hook your leg higher on his hip, pressing yourself closer, and you let out a curse, high-pitched and breathy, as it brings him deeper into you.

The heat of Husk’s body, his breath, his cock inside you, is such a contrast to the chill still clinging to your cheeks, and you nuzzle further into his chest as Husk fucks you, nice and slow and agonizingly deep, bottoming out inside you with every thrust. His claws tighten where they clutch at your waist, sliding around to squeeze at your ass, and you gasp into his fur as the move encourages you to stretch wider for him.

“Fuck, baby…” Husk groans into your hairline, voice muted as though he doesn’t want to break the space between you. “Fuck, you feel so good… feel so fuckin’… Christ, you’re gorgeous…”

That tone of voice, those words, they never fail to make you flush, and you tilt your head back and press a kiss to his chin. Husk meets your eye, ghosting a paw up over your side to brush hair away from your face, and he kisses you again.

This kiss lingers all the way through until your orgasm rocks through you, your breath catching in a quiet, shaky moan. Husk watches your face with an almost enraptured look on his, the softest of smiles pulling at the edge of his lips as you shudder in his embrace. He dusts kisses over your face, ghosting his lips over your cheeks, your brow, your nose and always back to your lips as he chases his own release. And when you tease your nails through the fur over his hip he lets out a moan of his own and spill himself into you with one more long, deep thrust.

“So good for me…” he croons, nosing at your temple until you meet his lips again breathlessly. When he breaks the kiss, he doesn’t pull away, speaking softly against your lips. “Love you, sweetness.”

You smile, squeezing the hand he still has wrapped in yours. Husk returns the expression, catching your other hand and lifting it to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of your fingers. Your voice catches a little when you whisper back:

“I love you, too.”

[hazbinshusk]

Oh, waking up to this after last night was so wonderful 🥰 thank you, love!

Author's Note: For my favorite Husk x Reader, HuskerDust x Reader and just over all my favorite writer at the time being, @hazbinshusk. One sentence turned into another in hopes to distract you as you need. Enjoy this small (really small) tender moment of him just holding you sweetly. 💜

BUT everyone, feel free to cozy up to Huskie for some well deserved comfort—we all need it... 💜

I like to think that Husk is the type of man who only shows certain things about himself to certain people. Behind closed doors in the hotel, you both have vinyl record players with records that play just the instrumental version of songs. With a wing cascaded about your shoulder as you both lay in the bed you often share, you lie still against Husk's chest—an earful of his heartbeat and another of the warm music filling the room.

Husk's voice joins the melody, sharing his voice with you as he sings for you; deep, honeyed, baritone as he is the one fascinated by the sizes of your palms. The way his elongated claws curl about the smallness of your hand makes his aged heart race like it once did in his youth.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles back and forth, counting each bump of your bones. Husk can't help but find your size precious as he presses a long and tender kiss to your forehead. The notes he sings resonates through your skull right down to your soul.

It is moments like these that make Husk wonder if he'd gotten lucky or somehow he'd stolen a piece of heaven into his suite. As you bury your face into his tuft of thick fur, he holds you closer to himself. There was no way he was going to let this little happiness go.

No way he would ever let you go.

[hazbinshusk]

This is wild but, Number Sixteen for Huskie? Totally not due to the Southern saying "the Devil is kissing his wife" when the sun is out while it is raining. Which is a better saying than its counterpart. Does it even rain in hell-?

prompt #16: a kiss in the rain

Husk curses, a hiss sounding in the back of his throat and his teeth bared in irritation as rain soaks his fur, leaving the usually fluffy hair hanging down in dripping clumps. He flaps his wings in an attempt to shake away the rain, growling as it proves ineffective.

You suppress a laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand. “We’re almost home, honey. Just gotta hold out a few more—”

“Fuckin’, Christ!” he yowls in frustration, pushing wet fur away from his eyes. “What’s the fuckin’ point of rain in motherfuckin’ hell to begin with?”

You pout sympathetically, grabbing his hand and urging him further up the hill towards the hotel. Rain has soaked through your clothes to set an uncomfortable chill into your skin, but you know it’s nothing compared to what he’s dealing with. “Tell you what, we get home, I’ll beat the answer out of Lucifer myself.”

He gives you a look torn halfway between amusement and annoyance. There’d been no warning before the downpour, and his relatively light mood had soured as soon as water had met his fur. “Fuckin’ hate this stupid cat—”

“Hey, none of that,” you tell him, grabbing hold of his suspenders and tugging him towards you. You press your lips to his, tasting the rain on his mouth, and he relaxes reluctantly into the embrace, his wings rising slightly in an attempt to shield the both of you from the worst of the wind-carried rain.

He grumbles even as you pepper kisses over his face, pressing your lips to his cheeks, the hearts above his eyes, the heart of his nose before kissing him again. You ignore the way his wet fur tries to cling to your hands, continuing to kiss him until you feel him sigh softly, his body relaxing further.

“No getting in your head with the self-hatred.” you remind him sternly, wrapping your hand around his paw. He squeezes it back, but when he opens his mouth to complain again, you kiss him again. “Nope. I love you even when you’re drenched, sour and looking like a very annoyed drowned rat.”

He grumbles, but there’s a wry smile touching his lips.

“Once we’re inside we’ll curl up by the fire with my hair dryer and some towels and I will personally kick Angel’s ass if he even thinks about making a comment.” you promise, smoothing fur back between his ears as the two of you finally make it under the awning at the front of the hotel. “Alastor’s too. Sound good?”

He huffs a reluctant chuckle, pressing his forehead against yours. You giggle as his fur drips down onto your nose. “Christ, you’re cute.”

“So are you,” you reply sincerely. “But what do we say we get you inside? I’d prefer to cuddle up to a sexy and very dry bartender.”

“Fuckin’ God, yes.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[hazbinshusk]

You requested headcannons, I gotchu.

Firstly, he is very observant. One would think it would be due to his loathed catlike nature, but it is heavily from his time serving as a bartender and his ability to read people from his days as an Overlord. You cut your hair a couple usually unnoticeable inches, he spots the change. New perfume or cologne or a blend of scents? Hm. It smells good on you. Does he ever tell you that, naahh. He's too shy.

Secondly, whenever he's off duty, he tails you during group activities. Bonding sesh at The Finger Licking Good joint? He's right beside you. He won't admit to "stalking" *cOuGh cough* following you. He just wants to be near you whether he notices it or not.

When you're together with Husk, in the mornings, he takes his time scenting you with his own scent. One catlike aspect that he doesn't hate. You're his mate. He will ensure that you smell like it.

That was a wee bit long, but I tend to ramble when I get going, sorryy!

oh my gosh, you never need to apologize for rambling to me! :)

husk is definitely observant, for the all the reasons you mentioned, and from the poker table. being able to read even the most minute facial ticks or mood changes was the difference between a big win and not being able to make rent. sometimes you catch the looks he gives you... appraising, sometimes even admiring, when you've changed your hair or tried something new with your make up, but when you raise an eyebrow in question he'll just shrug it off and give you a small, casual smile he's practiced over the years. You do notice his tail twitch back and forth occasionally, though.

its apparently one of the signs your cat loves you if they like to share your space, and husk is no exception, even if he's not totally aware he's doing it. but he'll gravitate towards you in group activities and will end up sitting beside you at dinners or movie nights. it's not his fault... your energy just relaxes him so much, your scent is so comforting and sweet. besides, you never seem to mind.

he absolutely does. nothing makes him crazier than smell your scent mixed with his. the feel of your soft skin as he marks you... sometimes he'll just pull you back into bed so he can make sure every inch of you smells just right.

[hazbinshusk]

ICouldn'tResist-! I would like to request both Music and Size (cause I'm a size queen) for Husk. Thank ya much in advance, you've been doing a lovely job with your writing—its such a delicacy 💜

my love! you're always so good for my ego lol.

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

husk definitely likes having music playing on his more romantic nights with his partner.

he'll play old jazz records to set the mood, and the way your moans sound mixed with the sensual tones of a saxophone or the piano? oh, it's so pretty.

occasionally he'll hum along before or after the act, even grace you with his soft baritone as the two of you curl up together, his lips against the crown of your head.

sometimes he'll play it to try and keep your trysts... well, less obvious, but he swears, it's like you're louder when he plays music. it's like you want people to know what you're doing with him, what he's doing to you.

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

husk is a little bigger than average, around six, maybe seven inches or so. nothing outrageous, but generous enough to fill you up properly.

he's thicker than average, too. thick enough to make your jaw ache a little when you blow him, to hit the back of your throat when he fucks your mouth. thick enough to give you that sweet little burn of a stretch every time he fucks you.

pair that with the barbs... there's a lot of sensations going on when he fucks you.

means he's going to always try to ease you into it, unless he's too far gone with lust. he doesn't want to risk hurting you, but... well, sometimes you just feel so damn good...

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

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A Vampire’s Lust

Pairing: vampire x fem human reader

Summary: You are washing your face in the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties when your vampire mate gets so aroused by it that he takes you against the sink, fangs sinking into your neck.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, well-endowed 🍆, vampire bites, lots 💦.

Early access for my patrons. Will be posted at a later date here. Sneak leak below.

“I’ll fuck you, mate. Here in front of the mirror.”

“You horny vamp,” you teased, hands fumbling for purchase on the sink. “You do that almost every day.”

“I love watching you writhe and cum around my cock.”

To prove his point, he lifted your leg and took in the sight of your glistening cunt and his fingers teasing your plump folds. “Pretty cunt. Want to fucking ruin it.”

Keep reading here.

[hazbinshusk]

Fluffy Headcannon for Husk, he likes to gift his lover odd little trinkets. That brass knob that wasn't used for the rebuilding of the hotel? It's yours now. A deformed piece of clay thrown out of an angry potter's studio, it suddenly appeared on your nightstand. He brings you flowers, like any gentleman, but I'd like to think unbeknownst to him and his catlike nature, he brings you these kinds of things. At least it isn't something dead T-T

not you sending this right on the heels of me seeing this and absolutely losing my mind over it. (he's so little I just wanna snuggle him omgggggggg)

just ignore that he's like 10cm taller than me, he's a tiny boi

okay, okay, but this so goes hand in hand with the little bit of sweetness I've been kicking around in my head about husk making little napkin flowers and giving them to you? like, he does it without really thinking to keep his hands busy when its quiet and will leave them beside your glass when you're not paying attention? agh, I love him so much.

[hazbinshusk]

Sorry, for popping in double time, but this question has been on my mind for a while. Personally I ship HuskerDust and I was wondering if Husk would be the type down for a threesome with Angel included. (Asking you the same also, only if you're comfy) It's more if he could handle them or if his partners could handle him. Thank ya in advance! 💜

no need to apologize, I love getting your asks!

I am a huge huskerdust shipper, and while I know some of the others who call husk their f/o don't like indulging in the ship (although, to be fair, none of them actually dislike them together as far as I'm aware), I am very much of the opinion that if I can't make him happy, I'm very supportive of angel doing so. plus, I love angel so very much, and I want his happiness in the series pretty much more than anything else.

I love the idea of a polyamorous 'vee' (but not those vees lol) relationship between reader (or me), husk and angel, with husk as the hinge. I see it as a very "this is my boyfriend husk, and this is his boyfriend angel" dynamic.

Obviously respecting the fact that angel is gay, I would see it being a queer platonic type of relationship between the reader and angel. In saying that, given angel's general openness (and my own tbh) in the bedroom, I could see us sharing husk in bed while not really engaging with each other physically. I've had some experience with polyamory and three ways and I'm not at all opposed to exploring it more.

I think husk would be open to a poly relationship as long as he has real romantic feelings towards all parties involved. I think he's definitely dabbled in group sex dynamics during his time as an overlord (and maybe when he was alive too) but this would be the first time he'd be in a romantic three-way.

Either way, it would be so much fun to have two people spoiling husk in the bedroom and watching him fall apart from that amount of attention lol. and imagine him with two partners during rut omg they might finally be able to keep up with him. Tapping out just so they can a breather and then getting turned on all over again watch husk and the other partner.

This is a dynamic I have been seriously considering exploring through fic, but I'm not sure how much of an audience it would have.

In the meantime, please, please keep sending me your ideas about this, I'd love to hear them :)

[hazbinshusk]

I didn't know the word beforehand, so this is a learning experience for me also. Katoptronophilia: The arousal of doing sexual activities in front of the mirror. Since you left the option open and I'm curious for your answer (if you're comfortable of course!) and Husk's if possible. Thank you in advance! 💜

me:

No | rather not | dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

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I don't think my body image issues would ever allow me to truly enjoy being naked in front of a mirror - I'm far too judgmental of myself to not lose my buzz by getting fixated on something about myself I don't like.

In saying that, I was once giving a guy head in front of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and being able to see the power dynamic of him having me on my knees in front of him, his hand fisted in my hair, and being able to see him watching his cock in my mouth that way... there was something about that version of being dominated that felt really sexy. in that sense, ten outta ten, would do again.

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husk:

No | rather not | dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

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we all know husk is not a fan of his body in hell. so seeing too much of himself in the mirror would maybe take him out of it a little. but if it's a way to teach you how to love yourself? then sign him the fuck up.

he loves watching you from the different angle - settle you on his lap with your back against his chest so the two of you can watch him play with you. Touch your stomach, tease his claws over your ribs, lift and squeeze your breasts (if you have them). And between your legs? Getting to see you all spread and on display for him, being able to see both the way you take every inch of him and every facial expression you make as you do? God, the whole thing will make him purr. And he'll tell you just how good you're doing for him the whole damn time.

In this position he might start to like himself more too - he can see his wings spread behind you, see how large and possessive his hands look against your flesh... maybe Husk and I need to teach each other the benefits of mirror sex lol

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send me a kink and a who (husk, blitzø or me) and I'll tell you how much they like it.

[hazbinshusk]

Why do you personally like Husk and Blitzo?

ooh, how long have you got lol.

For Husk: he's just... this perfect blend of gruff and sweet? I always love characters who are secretly sweethearts despite their own harsh exterior and trauma, and he honestly ticks so many boxes for me there. I like older men, too, so that meant an immediate win for him lol. Plus, I LOVE Keith David's voice. It's a running joke with my brother whenever he appears in a show where we just whisper "it's Keith David" to each other like we've never seen it before. But it's sexy as hell, so how could you expect me to think otherwise?

For Blitz: I relate a LOT to Blitz, to the point where I feel sometimes like I should be worried about myself. But he's funny and such a dick but also cares more deeply than anyone else in the show and that just hits me so hard? I love a quick sass and dirty jokes and a sex-driven mind, but pairing that with the energy of someone who's constantly worried about his friends/family to the point of not caring for themselves? That's where I live.

For both of them, there's the growls and shit they do which omg is such a turn on (thanks to the sexual awakening I got from Spike in Buffy the Vampire Slayer), and the fact that they both just SCREAM service top energy lol.

send me questions and headcanons

[hazbinshusk]

Heyo, I've been curious for a bit because you're really consistent with the fanfictions you write (which I'm so thankful for, it leaves a bunch for me to catch up on my days off) buuuut how long does it usually take you to write? How does the planning process go? And any advice you'd give to writers?

You've been doing lovely lately with the kinktober fics, your words are nom nomable 💜

hello, my love!

honestly, the idea that I'm in anyway consistent now is still mind-blowing to me lol. I think right now, it's just a combination of the hyperfixation still going strong, having people who actually interact with me about my writing which gives me motivation to write, and not having the energy to go anywhere on weekends lol.

in truth, I just had two weeks off work, and I wrote about 15 of the fics for kinktober in those two weeks. It's definitely going to be slowing down again soon now that I'm back at work and tired all the time because of it.

it depends on the fic - I tend to write smut faster (not really sure why), so if I get stuck on the dialogue in the lead up, then a fic could take me longer. Once I start the smut, it's much quicker. I'm also a massive procrastinator, even on stuff I enjoy, so while a fic might only take me a few hours all together, that could be spread over a few days. I get the bulk of the writing done on my weekends - during the kinktober writing there were some days where I could knock out three or four fics in a day because the motivation was flowing. Other days I'll sit in front of the laptop and I can barely get a few sentences out.

In terms of planning, I don't really have big plans. There's a husk fic I'm cooking at the moment that in my head has some legs, but the 'plan' is just a tab on the sticky note app with a list of kinks that serve as what each chapter would be lol. I have one saved away for another fandom that has, like every chapter planned out as a dot point, some with dialogue ideas, and transcripts from the original text to work in where needed (and I haven't touched it in months).

For the oneshots, sometimes I'll have a few dot points of stuff I know I want to have in there, but it's mostly just write and see what comes out - if I'm trying to fit a mould I've made, sometimes my asshole of a brain decides it won't be able to fit thoughts into that mould and I end up screwing it up for myself.

In terms of advice, the best I can say is write for yourself? the minute writing begins to feel like a chore, I lose the spark. It's why I'm trying to be really open about requests not having any time frame - my last fandom I overloaded myself with requests and it ended up feeling more like work than fun. Pairing that with the fact that I would write requests for people and they wouldn't reblog or like or let me know if they even liked it... it sucked. But now, it's for me, most of all. I love all of you so much for enjoying it and taking time to do things like this and I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I need to keep in mind that I am, first and foremost, writing for me.

maybe not the most practical or helpful piece of advice, but its what came to mind :)

[hazbinshusk]

aahhh thank you!

huskerdust x gn!reader. after a particularly rough day recruiting for the hotel, you limp back to your room to find your two favourite boys waiting for you. anon request. 1.7k

featuring: some blood, physical hurt/comfort, cuddles. really, it's just pure fluff.

Hell can seriously suck a dick sometimes.

You shove the door to the Hotel open with tired arms, for once actually finding yourself wishing that the wall had once again been blown up, if it meant less effort getting home. Charlie had had you pounding pavement all day, trying and failing to enlist new guests to the hotel. Even after the failed extermination, most of the sinners in Pride were less than welcoming to the idea of improving themselves. You spent half the day being told to fuck off and having doors slammed in your face, and the other half actively avoiding being the victim of some asshole’s wrath or lust.

You wipe sweat and ash from your brow with the brow with a sleeve, pausing by the bar to take the weight of your knee. You’d managed to trip while trying to escape a sudden firefight in the Doomsday District, and every step back to the hotel had sent pain shooting up your leg. Your pants were torn and blood has dried in itchy streaks down your calf.

The bartender is nowhere in sight, and you fish your phone out of your pocket to text Angel, sighing when you notice the screen now has a crack spiderwebbing up from the corner of it. Still, a small smile twitches at your lips briefly when you notice he texted you an hour earlier. It’s short and sweet, and your smile widens tiredly.

It was a habit the two of you had picked up since you’d fallen into this relationship with him and Husk; when two of you had turned in for the night, one of you would text to let their other partner know which room they had ended up in. Usually, it was you texting Angel when a shoot ran long, but it had been a rare day off for the porn star and apparently the lack of clientele had meant Husk had been able to clock off early, too.

The lack of a cat emoji said they were spending quality time with Fat Nuggets in Angel’s room, and you thanked Lucifer silently that he’d installed an elevator during the remodel.

You sigh at the idea of having to keep moving rather than just collapsing onto the nearest horizontal surface, limping around the bar to wrap a handful of ice in a towel before making your way to the elevator.

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“Hey, gorgeous, ‘bout time you got—” Angel sits up from where he was lounging across his bed, concern creasing his brow as he takes in your dishevelled appearance. The sudden movement unsettles the two curled up on top of him – while Fat Nuggets snuffles in a mix of both protest and greeting as he waddles across the comforter, Husk looks up with a quiet ‘mrrp?’. He had been stretched out alongside Angel, his arms wrapped around the spider’s midsection and his chin resting against his chest. Angel’s hand still lingers where it had been stroking through the fur between the bartender’s ears, and you feel a small pang of regret for interrupting the tableau. “What in the fuck happened to you?”

“Hell happened,” you reply dryly, wincing as you put a little too much pressure on your knee. Husk blinks sleep out of his eyes and his expression immediately becomes marred with worry. He pushes himself up of Angel just as you move to collapse onto the stool in front of Angel’s vanity, ignoring the ache that protests in the small of his back as he comes to your side. You grimace as you stretch out your leg in front of you, and Angel rolls over to fish the first aid kit out from under his bed. “I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding,” Husk points out gruffly, kneeling beside you. He carefully hooks a claw in the tear in your pants and tears it wider, his brow furrowing further as he reveals the dried blood staining your calf.

“Am I?” you say, sarcasm weak. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Husk fixes you with a dry, exasperated look from under his feather brows as Angel joins the two of you. “Who did it?”

“No one.” You hiss as Angel begins to clean you up, the saline stinging at the abrasion on your knee.

A low growl rumbles warningly through Husk. “Doll…”

You reach out, cupping his face in your hand. You stroke your thumb through the fur of his cheek soothingly. His frown doesn’t ease, but his eyes close for a moment at the touch. “I’m serious. I fell, that’s all.”

“Jesus, toots.” Angel says through an exhale, carefully scrubbing away the blood streaked over your calf. His other hands rummage through the kit for disinfectant and a bandage. “Was it down a flight of stairs by any chance?”

You shake your head, smirking lightly. “Doomsday District; the ground there is like, ninety percent broken glass. Pretty sure I got it all out.”

“The Princess shouldn’t be sendin’ you out there alone,” Husk grumbles, using a piece of saline-soaked gauze to wipe away the remaining ash on your face. You wrinkle your nose as the material tickles at your nose. “It ain’t your job to—”

“Husk, I’m fine.” you assure him. You lean forward to press a kiss to his nose, and Husk’s shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. “I’m home.”

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“Better?”

You smile, running your fingers rhythmically through Angel’s hair. “Much.”

The three of you are curled up on Angel’s bed, ice melting against your knee and all three of you cradled amongst his many, many pillows and blankets. Husk is propped up against the pillows by the headboard, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders. You’re tucked up against him, your shoulder against his chest, and your face tilted up to tuck up against his jaw. His purring vibrates through his back, but some of his earlier frustration still lingers in the twitching of his tail. His lips brush against your forehead gently.

Angel is curled up against your side, his head on your chest and two arms wrapped around you. Another reaches up to stroke through the fur of Husk’s side, the fourth resting on the back of the little hell-piglet curled in a ball on Husk’s thigh beside your hip. His legs are bent to tuck up under yours, hooking your knees over his thighs to keep your injury elevated. Every part of you seems to be pressed against soft, soft fur, and you arch your neck further to press your lips to the underside of Husk’s jaw. His purring grows louder.

“Plus side?” Angel comments, looking up at the two of you without raising his cheek from your chest. “Charlie is gonna feel so bad ‘bout sendin’ ya out there—”

“She fuckin’ should,” Husk interjects in a grumble. You sooth him by reaching down to card fingers through his fur, and when your fingers find Angel’s hand, the spider entangles them with his and squeezes. He might be talking more lightly about your current state than Husk, but you knew he was worried, too. You squeeze it back.

“—that there is no way ya gonna be on recruitment duty for, like, a month.” Angel continues. “Ya can jus’ live the high life here. Ya milk that knee jus’ right an’ she probably won’t even make ya go to group. Lucky bitch.”

You hum a laugh, shivering at the way Husk’s claws skim pleasantly against the bare skin of your arm. “And does this ‘high life’ by any chance involve some serious naked time?”

Angel giggles, reaching releasing your waist to reach down and run teasing fingers over the front of Husk’s pants. “Depends. Think the old man here can keep up?”

Husk swats his hand away, and you catch the amused smile that touches his lips for a moment before he remembers to scowl. “Never heard you complain.”

“Maybe you should turn your hearing aid up,” Angel suggests tauntingly, and you choke on a laugh when Husk reaches over you and shoves him off the bed. “Hey! Ow!”

Husk grins, winking at you as Angel stands, all four hands on his hips and a pout on his face. Careful not to jostle you, Husk leans over and grabs a hold of the front of the spider’s shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. Angel wraps two arms around his neck, the other two smoothing over the bartender’s chest. He finds a nipple and pinches, hard, and Husk breaks away with a surprised growl.

“Fuck!”

“Hey!” you object as the movement jostles you further. You rescue Nuggets from the fray, setting him down on the end of the bed. “Watch the invalid, would you? Some of us are injured here!”

Husk immediately stops, his expression apologetic. He catches your cheek, dusting kisses over your face before he presses his lips to yours. You hum happily, feel Angel climb into the bed beside you. He curls up behind you, pressing himself up against your back. Husk kisses you for a few moments more before he pulls away, touching his lips to the skin between your brows. “Sorry, doll.”

“He’s a goddamn brute,” Angel says, tucking his head over your shoulder. “You should totally kick his ass.”

You giggle, and Husk silences him by kissing him again. When they break apart, Husk pulls you into his chest, wrapping an arm around you. His wing curves to cover the three of you, and you bury your face contentedly in the soft fur of his chest.

[hazbinshusk]

husk x reader. requested by @jazziesanura. husk might be part feline, but his bird-like traits affect him too. so when the object of his affection is around, ever so occasionally, he finds himself singing.

featuring: 1.2k of pure fluff and a bashful husk being a gentleman.

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There were countless reasons you liked to linger in the lobby rather than up in your room, despite the chance of being enlisted in any number of tasks by the owner of the Hazbin Hotel. You’d hung more celebratory banners than you cared to count, but still, you often spent your time curled up on one of the lobby sofas with a book or one of Charlie’s latest art projects in your lap.

Sometimes the reason you preferred it was the endless entertainment provided by Niffty’s endless war on bugs.

Sometimes it was that Angel would grace you with his presence before work and you’d find yourselves swapping overly salacious stories that would make the spider demon cackle with joy.

Occasionally Pentious would slither downstairs in order to introduce you to his latest complicated creation, and sometimes his little eggs would find themselves in a turf war with Razzle and Dazzle and you’d be in tears trying not to laugh as you separated them.

But – even though you wouldn’t admit it aloud – there really was one real reason you liked to stay in the lobby.

Because every now and then, if you were lucky…

Husk would sing.

When the bar was empty and the other guests and staff were elsewhere, occasionally you’d hear the soft tenor of Husk’s voice ebb out to fill the space between you. He never sang very loud, just a soft crooning to himself as he polished glassware or wiped down the polished wood in front of him. It would just barely reach your ears, but it relaxed you and filled you with the most addictive feeling of butterflies all at the same time.

The strangest thing about it was, whenever you asked those who also spent time alone with him, no one else had ever noticed him sing.

“What song is that?”

You’d broken your own rule about interrupting him, and you cursed yourself silently as Husk stopped mid-lyric, letting out a small ‘wrrr’ of surprise as he looked up. He looked startled, even embarrassed by the question, pale pink blooming across his muzzle.

You grimaced apologetically as you stood up. “Sorry.”

“S’okay,” he replies gruffly, his shoulders relaxing slightly. Still, you notice his tail twitch almost warily behind him.

“It’s nice,” you continue gently. When his brows furrow you explain, “The song. It’s pretty.”

“Oh.” Husk clears his throat, setting the glass he was holding down on the counter. “You, uh… you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

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Your smile is softened by the alcohol buzzing in your brain, and you lean your temple on your hand. Husk’s own lips are tilted in a similar smile as he pours the two of you fresh glasses of something he calls a ‘rusty nail’. It burns pleasantly down your throat and against your lips, and Husk hums approvingly as you toss back half the glass.

“Gotta say, sweetness, I never figured you’d be able to handle the booze as well as you do.” he notes, pouring the dregs from the shaker into your glass. “’s impressive.”

“’s not all I can handle,” you reply without thinking, and your face burns.

Husk blinks at you, eyes wide, for a moment before he coughs a laugh, shaking his head. His voice lowers and softens when he speaks next, and it send the warmth from your cheeks down to pool in your stomach. “I don’t doubt it.”

He holds your gaze for a long moment, an amused tilt to his lips, before you glance away again to take another sip of your drink. You clear your throat, trying to find a way to change the subject. You couldn’t let yourself focus on the way his expression, his tone of voice, was making you feel.

“So, uh… you gonna tell me what that song was?”

Husk glances down at the bar, rubbing a paw through the fur of his neck. “’s nothing. Just an old… ‘s nothing.”

“I liked it,” you tell him gently, your glass held just below your lips. “I always like it when you sing.”

Husk grimaces bashfully. “You hear that?”

You nod, still smiling. Maybe it’s the alcohol that loosens your tongue, maybe it’s the way that even though his tone is embarrassed, his eyes are watching your every reaction so carefully. Maybe it’s just being with him but you simply admit: “It’s my favorite thing.”

Hush flushes, dithering uncertainly for a moment before he meets your eye again. He studies your face, your expression, and your sincerity before he throws back the rest of his drink and sets the glass back on the counter. Husk rounds the bar and with a moment of hesitation, holds out a paw to you.

“C’mon.”

You raise a brow but take it, letting him pull you gently off the bar stool and lead you towards the middle of the lobby. He turns to face you, your hand still enclosed in his. His other hand comes up to hover near your waist and those butterflies swirl inside you again dizzyingly.

“…Can I?”

You nod slowly, confused, and a thrill runs through you as he touches your hip. His hand smooths over it to let his claws curl carefully against the sliver of skin between your shirt and the waistband of your jeans, and you release a shaking breath. He gives you a small, bashful smile, stepping closer to you, and his smile widens slightly despite himself when your breath catches.

“Relax,” he tells you softly, and when your free hand comes up to rest on his shoulder, he leads you into a slow, surprisingly graceful movement that’s something akin to a waltz.

His body is warm against yours and your fingers curl in the soft fur on his bicep, threading carefully through the silky hair. He hums a quiet tune for a few moments, leading you along with it, and you find yourself settling into his embrace as he begins to sing.

“I ran around with my own little crowd,

The usual laughs, not often but loud.

And in the world that I knew,

I didn’t know about you.”

His voice is honeyed and warm in your ear, his touch tingling against your back and against your palm. You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, feeling as though you’ve been dipped directly into the melted caramel of his sweet tenor.

“Chasing after the rain

On the merry-go-round.

Just taking my fun

Where it could be found.

And yet what else could I do?

I didn’t know about you.”

You hesitate for a moment before releasing his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers twine in the fur at the back of his head. Husk’s hands take hold of your hips, sliding around to interlock against the small of your back. You hear him swallow, his voice shaking slightly as he begins the next verse.

“Darling, now I know,

I had the loneliest yesterday,

Everyday in your arms

I know for once in my life I’m living.

Had a good time every time I went out,

Romance was a thing I kidded about.

How could I know about love?

I didn’t know about you.”

Husk pulls back slightly, meeting your gaze with hooded eyes. The two of you are just swaying now, locked together in an embrace you never want to end. There’s an almost rueful curve to his lips.

“I didn’t know about you.”

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Author's note: for those interested, the song is I Didn't Know About You by Duke Ellington. If you would like to hear a masculine voice singing it (although sadly not Husk's), I'd personally recommend Seth MacFarlane's version. It's absolutely beautiful.

[hazbinshusk]

an update on requests...

hi, lovelies! I'm going to be closing independent requests for now, so I can catch up on the ones still waiting. There are also a few ideas of my own I want to get to but I feel like I should do the requests first. But you will still be able to request kiss prompts from the lists below in the meantime :)

husk kiss prompts

blitzø kiss prompts

for my beloved mutuals, you can still send in independent requests for husk, blitzø, huskerdust, and stolitz reader inserts, because when have I ever been able to say 'no' to you? 🩷 I'm tagging y'all below purely because this is a sideblog and there's a chance you actually don't realise we are mutuals lol. If you don't want to be tagged in the fic, just let me know in the ask, and I'll dm you when it's published instead :)

mutuals: @irkimatsu @mckeeks @marcieadoresu @jazziesanura @klttn @itsmarsss @w1ngsofwax @monstrousvoice @jx3-xd @ericreations @lost-romantique @clovrplayz @mrsmobius-olsen @girlboypersonthingy @daffodils-and-viscera and @top-shelf-tender

for the rest of my wonderful followers, because I'm kind of springing this on all of you, you have approx. twelve hours or so (basically, until I log in next) to get your ideas in before I close requests :) thank you to all of you who are still waiting for being so patient!

[hazbinshusk]

back on my bullshit with husk and a bunny!reader... to raise you... jackalope!reader. so you get the cute little prey animal vibes, pretty little bunny for him...

but now they have antlers/horns for him to hold onto while they suck his cock.

@irkimatsu @mckeeks @jazziesanura

(also myths say you can lure jackalopes with whiskey which works so well and omg it's cute shut up back to the dick sucking imagery)

[hazbinshusk]

I will forever be obsessed with the fact that viv gave us a character who keeps everyone at arm's length and is completely dismissive of love, and proceeded to cover him in hearts.

day twenty-three of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: knotting/hand kink (husk x reader)

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You’re breathless, hot and cold all at once, a shudder running up your lower back as you bounce on Husk’s lap, his cock bottoming out inside you. He groans as you grind down against him, his paws large and strong on your hips. You watch as they smooth down to your thighs, long claws encircling the plush flesh and squeezing. They give the barest hint of the promise of pain as the sharp points dig into your skin, and you gasp as the bartender teases his teeth over the side of your throat.

“Husk…” you whimper, eyes rolling back for a moment. He smiles against your skin, rough tongue lathing over the sensitive spot below your ear he knows drives you insane. You reach down to clutch at the back of his paws, fingers tracing the fur to feel the strength beneath. “Fuck, Husk…”

“Feel so good, baby…” he tells you, a purr sounding beneath his words. He bumps his face affectionately against your shoulder, your jaw, rubbing the soft fur between his ears under your chin for a moment before tilting his head back to meet your lips with his. His cold nose bumps against yours affectionately, his warm breath fanning against your cheek as he exhales a moan. “God, you’re gorgeous…”

You cup his cheek in your hand, carding your fingers through the fur there. Husk hums happily into the kiss you give him, his breathing growing more laboured and disjointed as you fuck yourself down on his cock. The barbs of it are swollen and distended, tugging at the sensitive flesh inside you in a way that makes you whine.

Husk’s paw tightens further on your thigh, the other sliding up over your stomach, massaging into the flesh. He cups your breast, catching your nipple between two fingers and pinching. You whine, taking hold of his paw with both of yours, leading it up further, thrilling at the feeling of his claws ghosting against your skin and sliding up around your throat.

His hand is big enough to easily close around your throat, his palm so wide that you’re forced to tilt your head back to accommodate his touch. Husk squeezes your throat obediently and you let out a choking moan, grinding down hard onto his lap. He groans as your cunt flexes around him, cursing as he watches you reach between your thighs to roll your fingers over your clit.

“Fuck, doll…” he hisses, lips glued to the edge of your jaw, loosening his grip on your throat just long enough to let you gasp in a breath. Your eyes roll back when he squeezes again, his wings shuddering, tail thrashing against the mattress behind him. “Shiiiiit, you gotta slow down… I’m not gonna… fuck…”

You shake your head urgently, bouncing yourself on his cock desperately. “Can’t stop… please, Husk… fuck, it feels so good, Husk… I can’t—”

“I need to—fuck, I need to pull out, baby,” Husk groans, his voice breaking as he tries desperately to hold out. You’re so close to release; your whole body is tingling and twitching with it, the fist clutching at your throat making you wonderfully, addictively light-headed. The hand on your thigh slips around to clutch at your ass, but instead of slowing you down it only spurs you on. “I can’t… you need to slow—fuck!”

Your orgasm spurs his, and the two of you moan in hoarse, broken unison. You feel the barbs of his cock lock into you and you gasp, another wave of excitement rolling through you. You shudder with it, and you grind slowly against him as best you can with his barbs pulling at your sensitive inner flesh. “Oh, fuck…”

Husk’s hand loosens on your throat and you clutch at it, urging him to grip at it again. Husk chuckles breathlessly, deliriously, eyes rolling back. “Ease… you gotta ease up, doll… fuck…”

You shake your head again, taking hold of his hand with both of yours. You bring it up to kiss his heart-shaped palm, lips parting. Your tongue slips out to rest against your bottom lip, curling around the dull edge of his claw as you lick up the length of it.

“Oh, fu—” Husk chokes on a curse and bucks up into you at the show. “Ohh, you’re killin’ me.”

You grin, releasing his hand to take his face in his hands. The head of his cock is flush against your g-spot and you feel another orgasm roll through you, and your whole body seizes up with it as you kiss him again. “Me first.”

Husk smiles into your kiss, tucking his wings around you. “Never.”