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[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)

[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]

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]

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]

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.