#w1ngsofwax

[hazbinshusk]

I would absolutely love to see #35 (A kiss against a wall) in your style. But only if you have the time and wish to do so.

Please and thank you

prompt #35: a kiss against a wall.

“You’re not fuckin’ going,” Blitzø barks irritably, pointing to the couch. “If I wanted to run a fuckin’ tourist… shop, I’d have named us the Immediate…” he trails off for a moment, bravado wilting. He throws his head back and sighs to the ceiling. “Fuck, I had something for this.”

“Uh-huh,” you say dryly, making move to step past him and towards the portal to Earth again. The imp was fun to talk to, even kind of a flirt, but you’d come here for a reason. “I’m telling you, if you want the bonus I’m willing to pay, you’ll let me kill the prick.”

“And I’m telling you…” Blitzø grabs hold of your arm and swings you away from the portal. Your back hits the wall hard enough to knock some of the breath out of you, and he pins your hand down by your side, his hand curled tight around your wrist. “I’m in charge, bitch.”

You meet the imp’s eye defiantly, surprised to see just how close he is to you even as you feel him press up against you. Your free hand comes up to rest against his chest as though to push him away, but it just lingers there, trapped between your bodies. His expression is hard, annoyed, but there’s something like surprise in his eyes too, as though he didn’t mean to get this close.

“He’s my ex.” you bite out, furious at how the words sound with your breath still half-gone. “I want to be the one to cave the fucker’s head in.”

Blitzø blinks, taken aback by the venom in your voice. A smirk touches his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “That’s kinda hot.”

You stare at him for a moment before you force yourself to roll your eyes, wresting your arm from his grip and attempting to push him away. “Your employees are waiting for us, now can we just—”

“Goddamnit bitch, I said ‘no’!” he grabs hold of you shoulder and shoves you back against the wall. Before you can try and break away again his mouth crashes into yours.

Blitzø kisses you roughly, all tongue and teeth and a delicious pressure, one that sends heat barrelling through every inch of you to coalesce in your stomach and burn between your thighs. He presses himself further against you, his lean body so flush with yours that you can feel the muscle of him, the heat of him through his clothes. His other hand takes a rough hold of your hip, pinning you harder against the wall, and he groans into your mouth as wrap your arm around his neck.

His knee presses up between your thighs and you whimper against his lips, his teeth catching your bottom lip and drawing blood. It turns to a moan as he uses his grip on your hip to lead you to grind slow against his thigh, and when he hears that sound slip from you, he pulls away, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

He jabs a finger into your chest. “Three things…”

You swallow in an attempt to steady yourself, your entire body still tingling wherever he’d touched you.

“One: you’re staying here.”

You open your mouth to argue, and he grabs hold of your throat, pinning you back against the wall.

“Two: you’re hot as fuck.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, incredulous. “And… and the third thing?”

He grins, speaking as he steps back through the portal, shooting you a pair of finger guns as he does. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[irkimatsu]

All I can think about is complaining to Husk after you've drank too much that no one eats pussy good these days. He's gotta prove that there are still people that eat pussy like a pro.

Best wishes,

a very sleep deprived

Icarus.

Hee, I love this~

Your relationship with Husk hasn't gone anywhere physical yet, but the two of you have been so flirty that the sexual tension has been driving certain other hotel residents insane. Tonight is more of the same, as a few too many cocktails have driven you to bitch to Husk about your love life with perhaps a little too much information.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've had someone eat me out?" you say before taking another large gulp of your drink. "Guys are so fucking selfish! You let him cram his dick down your throat until you're about to puke, but the instant you ask him to return the favor? 'Nope, sorry, babe, I'm not into that'! Won't even fucking try!" You drain your glass and slam it down onto the counter with an exasperated sigh.

"Sounds like you've been sleeping with a bunch of immature boys," Husk says as he takes your glass and begins mixing you a new drink. "A real man wouldn't see eating out as some sort of favor. Not only should a good partner give a fuck about his lover's pleasure, there are plenty of guys out there who love eating pussy. You just gotta find 'em."

"Yeah?" You take a sip of your drink as soon as Husk hands it over, gazing at him over the rim of the glass for your entire sip. "Wish I knew where to find one... "

Husk returns your gaze, and with a smirk, he leans on the bar top with his arms folded. "What would you do if you found a guy willing to teach you a thing or two?"

Your face is heating, and you're certain it's not just the alcohol. "If he proved he could do it right, I'd do anything he wanted. But where am I going to find such a considerate guy in Hell?" With the way you're returning his gaze, you obviously have a pretty good idea of where you should be looking...

Husk lets out a dark chuckle that shoots straight down to your gut. "Why don't you come up to my room after I close up down here? I'll show you what a real man can do when he actually gives a shit about you..."

(RIP to whoever shares a wall with Husk. They're going to have to put up with your screaming for hours.)

[heartfeltcherie]

princekeerys <<< heartfeltcherie

i wanted a name that doesn’t tie me to one thing i like, will be cleaning up my blog soon :)

tagging some friends so they know; @crystalrayn @drxgonspine @green-static @w1ngsofwax

[hazbinshusk]

21 with Blitzy, please :)

my love of domesticity went to war with my being a whore for this one lol prompt #21: dealer's choice

“Since when do you know how to cook?”

Blitzø pauses in his endeavours to locate a wooden spoon long enough to look offended. “I’m a parent, ain’t I?”

You smile, shrugging a shoulder. “Fair point.”

“Fuckin' right it’s a fair point,” he grumbles, lighting up when he finally locates the spoon in a drawer among far too many knives. He points at you with it, stabbing the air before tossing it into the bowl of pancake batter. “Better watch that mouth or I’ll let you go hungry. Questionin’ my cutinary talents…”

“It’s ‘culinary’,” you correct with a grin, and you giggle when he flips you off. You’re sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, still dressed in your pyjamas. Loona was staying at a friend’s, and the two of you had taken full advantage of the empty apartment. The broken lamp and tangled sheets – not to mention the now half-empty bottle of lube in the shower and the aching of your thighs – a testament to that. “Besides, I thought you liked what I do with my mouth.”

A small growl rumbles through Blitzø at that, and he jabs the spoon at your chest, this time managing to drip pancake batter onto your thighs. “You wanna be a whore, or do you want breakfast? ‘Cause I’m not cookin’ twice.”

You hold up your hands in surrender despite the smile still playing on your lips. “Sorry, chef.”

He smirks, setting a frying pan on the stovetop. “Not as fun as ‘daddy’, but I could see that workin’.”

“Now, who’s a whore?” you retort, waving a hand down at the batter splattered on your bare thighs. “You got a towel or something?”

His smirk widens, and he abandons the batter bowl, taking hold of your knees and pushing them apart. “Or somethin’.”

You roll your eyes but gasp as he bends down to lick the first few droplets from your skin, his tongue swirling over the flesh. He keeps his eyes trained on yours as he moves to the other leg, sucking up a drop from your inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark behind. His teeth graze the flesh and you whimper. “Blitzø…”

He straightens, and you wrap your fingers in the neckline of his tee shirt as he leans up on his toes to kiss you, his hands planted on the counter on either side of your thighs. He tastes of sleep and uncooked pancakes and somehow already the hint of maple syrup, his tongue sliding against yours messily.

You cup his face in your hands, smooth your thumb over his scar, smile as you feel his tail wind around your ankle. When he starts fumbling with the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to tug if off over your head, you say, “What happened to the whole ‘not cooking twice’ thing?”

“Reconsidered.” he tells you, kissing you again, and you feel something sticky drip onto your bare chest. The scent of maple syrup teases your senses. “Whore first. Breakfast later.”

You moan quietly as he slides his tongue over the swell of your breast before dipping down to suck the syrup from your nipple.

“Besides,” he tells you cockily, looking up at you from under his brows. “I can multitask.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[hazbinshusk]

For the game

Husk: bondage.

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

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Husk is all for enthusiastic participation during sex - he wants to feel your body arch up against his when he thrusts into you, feel your thighs squeeze around his hips as he fucks you or his ears while he eats you out. And he loves to feel your hands on him -- clutching at his arms and his shoulders as you cum, carding through his fur as you grope at him, teasing over his wings as you ride his lap.

So, he's big on the freedom of movement during sex... but that's not to say he doesn't enjoy bondage from time to time. Have you begging helplessly under him to let you touch? Yes. Hearing you whine and whimper such pretty 'please's just for the chance to touch him the way he's teasing you? God, yes.

Plus... the way the ropes look so pretty criss-crossing over your skin? He may not be too interested in full body, more restrictive shibari, but the binds that cross over your chest and stomach? Husk will be more than eager to show his appreciation for the artform.

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p.s.: for those who haven't seen it here's a fic about reader cuffing husk.

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

[hazbinshusk]

I've had the thought of Blitzø letting his S/O make him a flower crown bouncing around my head all day.

He'll sit next you in the field, leaning against your side tearing up clumps of grass as he whinges. He's complaining, talking about how he has so many other things he could be doing, but he also makes no move to leave.

He goes bright red as you place the soft petaled flower crown on his head, gently stroking his horns as you do... He will not take it off until it falls off his head, claims it makes him look more badass.

-Icarus's thoughts.

okay, this is friggin' adorable lol.

imagine doing it while he's watching horses. like he's just laying there all heart-eyed and completely oblivious to what you're doing as he watches them, and you're just so enamored with this side of him.

and he doesn't even notice you've made the crown until you've dropped it on his head. and no, no, he won't take it off. the fuck do you mean, take it off? why would he do that?

like, seriously, this is basically the exact exchange you have about it:

[irkimatsu]

Crawling in to ask you what you think Husk's favourite position would be?

Depends on his mood!

Can't go wrong with a good doggystyle when he tops. I firmly headcanon him as an ass man; he wants those cheeks pressed as closely against his waist as he can get them. Fuckin' great view of them, too. He's very handsy in this position; hips, ass, tits if you've got 'em... he'll be grabbing you all over while he fucks you. He loves how you feel. This is a great position when he feels like being a little rough, even feral. He likes getting to turn off his brain and thrust into a beautiful person who can't stop begging for more of him.

When he's in rut, he still loves doggystyle, but he also loves mating press. I've written several fics where Husk's brain turns to complete goo when he's in rut, and all he can think about is filling his partner up with as much cum as he can make. Pinning them on their back, fucking them as deep as he can go, churning load after load into them... it's the only thing he knows how to do in the heat of the moment, and he's incredible at it.

But we can't forget that he's a romantic and a switch (even if I write him as more top-leaning), and when he's with a partner he truly adores, he needs something different than he did from all those one-night-stands he had as an Overlord or as a bored, worthless drunk. For more romantic nights of passion, he prefers positions where he can face his partner, whether he's giving or receiving. He wants to look into your eyes, see the faces you make while he pleases you, and he's happy to know if you love seeing the same. He loves to hold and be held. Missionary is a classic, of course, and if he's on top, if you put your hands on just the right spot beneath his wings he'll lose it. Having the recipient sitting in the giver's lap is great, too. That position isn't for rough, frantic sex, that's for holding each other and kissing and just savoring each other. If you want to make that man yours forever, sit him in your lap while you thrust into him. Hold him tight, tell him how much you love him. That old crusty heart of his will melt, only for you.

But even after he's melted for you and wants to make every night together about how much he adores you, he'll still want to take you from behind and mark you up with his claws and teeth every once in a while. Being in love doesn't stop him from getting senselessly horny. The aftercare will be incredible, he promises...

[hazbinshusk]

Breeding kink

-Icarus

In reality? 0/10. The idea of pregnancy terrifies me and the mention of it during would ruin the mood for me so fast you have no idea.

In fiction? I've been brought over to the dark side by @irkimatsu (and the added knowledge of sinners not being able to get pregnant) has brought it up to like a solid 7/10 lol apparently I'm really into it if there's literally no risk of actual breeding lol.

send me a kink and I'll rate it 1-10 😈

[irkimatsu]

The art you just rebloged made me think...

Husk 100% kneads your tummy, he purrs so loudly as he does. His tail is curled around your thigh, his eyes just barely open as he loves on your chubby bits. He's peppering kisses all over you, before he lays on top of you.

Husk is absolutely a major reason I reblogged that~ He loves a nice, soft tummy to knead into. Loves leaving little pinpricks in your skin with his claws and teeth before settling his chin on your belly and looking up at you with the widest, most infatuated eyes. He's already purring, and a scratch to his chin or his ear makes him grow even louder.

He's gotten more comfortable giving in to his more feline tendencies with you, especially when they allow him to enjoy time with you like this...

[hazbinshusk]

Headcannon that Blitzø has a Jacobs ladder dick piercing.

(It's my favourite things to think about.)

on one hand, if one character in the show is going to get one, I feel like it would be him. on the other, I feel like he'd absolutely be the kind to talk a big game, get one stabbing with the needle and then swear bloody murder. He'd insult the piercer so much that they'd kick him out and he'd never get it actually finished lmao.

send me asks about anything :)

[hazbinshusk]

All I can think about is singing 'Money, Money, Money' by ABBA, at Overlord Husk's casino and just maintaining direct eye contact with him through the whole thing.

That is all I wished to say.

a fun song choice! but now I'm picturing overlord husk lazing back in a chair at the back of the room with a glass of whiskey and a lit cigar, watching you sing "it's a man's world" ala black canary in birds of prey. and he just won't take his eyes off you...

[hazbinshusk]

I've come here to scream!!! Omg you write husk so well! I'm so in love with the grumpy old bartender! And the way you write him is just perfect.

omg, Icarus, I can't believe I haven't already answered this!

thank you so much! I was in such a burnout with my other fandom because less and less people have been responding to my fic and it was just feeling like a huge chore for no reward, and coming into the husk love has brought back so much enjoyment for me in writing :)

so thank you so much!!

[irkimatsu]

Thank you so much for being such an inspiration!!! Because you I finally posted and wrote my first smut fic in a long time ❤️ 🦦

I'm so glad I could be an inspiration! You mean the traffic light fic, right? I just read it and I loved it! Like I said in the tag, I love Husk as intense but considerate... he needs he partner, but would never want to push them too far... I hope you continue writing! I'd love to see more!

[irkimatsu]

As a hello Husk lover I have come to send you a song in case you haven't heard it before

https://spotify.link/h3tkKIgK7Jb

ROYAL FLUSH! Royal Flush is excellent, and I would kill to get a canon song with an equal amount of bitter rage. Hearing Keith David growl out a song about the hope he's lost... god it'd kill me.

The only time where I don't feel so past my prime is when the demons in my life refuse to leave me alone...

[irkimatsu]

🔆

It's the highlight of my day to see you on my dashboard, so much so that I have notifications for when you post.

Aaaa, knowing that people have me on notifications truly warms my heart. People wanna see my stuff! They don't wanna miss it! Thank you so much! Sorry when I get a little unhinged and start spamming nonsense!

[irkimatsu]

My dearest Irk,

You are a wonderful human, with a talented mind.

Please do not put yourself down in such ways.

Husk would be proud of who you are ❤️

- A worried,

Icarus

Thank you, Icarus. <3 I'm trying not to emotion dump too badly here - you're not the bartender! Job hunting just... sucks. I finally graduated college last October after several self-inflicted setbacks, and with every day that passes I feel more and more like I wasted my time. I wish I could be paid a living wage to write furry porn, but that's not how life works, unfortunately.

I'll be okay. Thank you for reaching out.