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OH I AM HEARING YOU.

Husk fucking SMIRKING when you bring up the idea of cuffing him. You think it's just because he's turned on by the idea. But the instant you mention handcuffs, that bastard is already planning exactly what he's going to do. He'll let you believe he's trapped for a little while... but god that moment where he takes over is so, so hot

It's hard to put Husk in bondage. Ropes? Chains? Handcuffs? He's a magician, he knows how to escape all of them.

Cone, though? He can't get out of that one.

(...considering how I write him as loving oral, that's actually really good restriction play for him...)

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WHEEZE WHEEZE WHEEZE. "Daddy's sweet whore" took me the fuck OUT

Husk would never shame his partner for enjoying sex with him! It's all a compliment for how quickly you take to his lessons and how eager you are to please him. He's never had a partner so obsessed with his cock before, looking at him with such lust-filled eyes as they take him so deep in their throat... he's impressed~

Just don't show anyone else what a slut you are, okay, baby? That side of you belongs strictly to daddy~

I picture Husk's dirty talk as strictly praise, with an active dislike toward using demeaning terms. No matter how rough he's being with you, his words are as sweet as honey. Baby, doll, darling. "You're doing so perfect for me", "I need you so bad", "I love you so much". Whether a long-term relationship or a one-off fling, he loves lavishing adoration on whoever he's sharing his bed with. When he has perfection underneath him, how could he ever insult them for being so wonderful for him?

...that said, I keep wondering if Overlord Husk could make "daddy's slut" sound like the highest of compliments... sigh. some of my kinks won't die no matter which character I'm into.

...you're only a slut for him, and he's praising you for being so eager to have fun with him and so good at it, for being so loyal and making him the only one you want so badly to please... so, yes, it's a compliment...?

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@monstrousvoice sent me fanart of Husk in a muzzle: https://www.tiktok.com/@zammyx0/video/7330695414468988166

And it's my favorite form of Husk art, the sort where I'm not sure whether to cry or be horny. Curse how hot this man looks in bondage, despite his unfortunate circumstances...

For fic purposes, though, I went strictly for the crying. Husk is being punished for disobeying Alastor, Reader finds him after a few days, hurt/comfort but mostly hurt ensues. 1.8k words. No sexual content but still emotionally rough, with mentions of alcoholism and withdrawal.

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“Niffty? Can I ask you something?”

You try not to make any startled movements as the small Sinner slowly turns her head and looks at you with her one large eye. She continues smacking her feather duster at the wall as she looks up at you. “Yeeeees?” she replies cheerfully.

“Have you seen Husk?” you say. “He hasn’t been at the bar for a few days, and no one else knows where he is. Not Charlie, not Vaggie, not Angel…” It’s not unlike Husk to disappear every so often, usually due to errands from Alastor, but it’s not like him to not warn you before vanishing for this long.

“Ohhh.”  Niffty giggles as she turns back to the wall and continues dusting. “Husker is being punished. He was a bad boy.”

“...punished?” Dear god, what did this little gremlin do to your boyfriend?!

“He’s supposed to do what the boss says! That’s the deal!” Niffty continues. “But he said no, so now he’s being punished! Those are the rules!”

“Do you know where he’s being, um… punished?”

“He’s in his room,” Niffty says casually. “He’s not allowed to leave until Alastor isn’t angry at him anymore.”

Alastor is mad at Husk, and now he’s being kept in his room like he’s a naughty child? The more you learn about Husk’s predicament, the less any of it makes sense. “You have a master key so you can do housekeeping, right, Niffty? Is there any way you could let me in there?”

“Nope, not supposed to!” she says. “Supposed to go in there to clean, that’s it! Don’t talk to him, don’t give him anything he asks for, nothing else!” 

“Please, Niffty?” you beg. “I’m worried about him…”

“Hm…” Niffty looks back up at you with her eye, giving no hint as to what on Earth is going on in her head. “Well… he is your bad boy, isn’t he? Maybe if I let you in, you’ll… punish him further?” God, her laughter about that is fucking creepy.

“Um… yeah…” You can’t be more committal about it than that, even if it’s for the sake of seeing Husk.

“Okay, I’ll let you in!” She pulls a key out of her pocket and hands it to you. “Don’t lose that! It works on all the doors in the hotel, so losing it would be very bad. And don’t let Alastor know I lent you that, or see you using it!” Her voice lowers to a menacing pitch. “Make sure you punish that bad boy real good, okay?”

You nod slowly until she turns back to her cleaning tasks, and as soon as her gaze isn’t glued to you, you immediately flee to the stairs.

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The reek of booze assaults your senses as soon as you open Husk’s door. You don’t know the last time Niffty has cleaned in here, but in that time, the floor has become littered with shattered glass and puddles of drink. You shut the door behind you and gingerly tiptoe around the mess as you look around for your boyfriend.

“Husk?” you call out quietly. Are you in here?”

Another full bottle rolls to the floor and shatters as the lump on the bed starts to squirm.

“Husk…?” you repeat, more concerned than ever, as you approach the bed. You slowly pull the blanket back to reveal Husk curled into a ball, his whole body concealed by his wings. They’re in a terrible state, with feathers pulled out in clumps that left behind bloodstains. His tail is curled around himself, and the plumage on the tip has been equally tattered.

Even more concerningly, now that the blanket is gone, you can see the metal chain tying him to his bedpost.

You gently stroke at his wing, only for him to growl and shrink back from your touch.

“Fuck off…” he groans, his voice muffled by what remains of his feathers.

“Husk, it’s okay. It’s me,” you assure him.

He slowly lifts one of his wings and stares at you with pupils blown wide. Now that you can see his face, you can see the chunk of metal fastened against his mouth with a series of leather straps. Only the extreme sides of his mouth are visible, just enough for you to see sharp teeth bared into a snarl. His only other attire is the metal cuff around his neck for his chain; the rest of his body is exposed, revealing deep claw marks and bald patches all over him.

“Husk!” you cry out in horror. “What happened?!”

“What are ya… doin’ here…?!” he asks in turn. You get the feeling he’d sound a lot angrier if he had the strength to. “Get out of here… he’s gonna... be pissed-” He interrupts himself with a groan and a series of dry heaves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he grumbles to himself between heaving.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” you insist as you sit beside him on the bed. His body begins to spasm, and his heaving soon turns to sobs. You gently stroke one of his ears, knowing it won’t provide him any meaningful relief, but if there’s any sense of comfort you can give the poor man…

“...drink.” His groaning and mumbling finally manages to form a coherent word. “Haven’t… had a drink.”

Normally, the last thing this man ever needs is more alcohol. But as you put the pieces together, you begin to realize how he got into this state, and how this was done intentionally.

Niffty’s words echo in your mind. “Don’t give him anything he asks for!” All you can see is Husk desperately pleading with his friend for a drink, just one drink, even while both of them know she can’t risk that sort of mercy…

But you don’t owe Alastor any promises. “Where do you keep them?” you ask.

Husk weakly lifts a claw and points, and you follow the trail of glass and puddles he’s indicating to a cabinet pushed against his wall. You open the cabinet, and it’s just as much of a disaster as the floor, its shelves lined with more shattered bottles and puddles. Thankfully, you manage to find a miniature bottle of whiskey that’s survived the carnage. You take the bottle and rush it back to Husk’s side.

“Open it for me?” he asks weakly. You nod at him.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

You position yourself cross legged on the bed, then gently pull Husk’s shaking body into your lap, careful not to touch any of the bloody gashes in his skin. You balance the back of his head against the crook of your arm, then unscrew the cap on the bottle.

“I’ve got you,” you repeat, your voice much softer now, as you position the opening of the bottle against the exposed side of his mouth. “Are you ready?”

You’re not sure if his groaning response is a yes or no. All you can do is take a chance. You slowly tip the bottle up until the contents begin running out. Some of it runs down his chin and stains the panel over his mouth, but some manages to drip to where his tongue can reach. You finally find a position that gets most of the drink into his mouth, and he gulps desperately until the bottle is completely drained. Slowly, his tremors begin to cease, and his breathing becomes much less labored.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice little more than a ghost. “Thank you… thank you…”

Surely that one little bottle won’t be enough to fight his symptoms for long, but you’re not ready to leave his side just yet. You set the bottle down on the sheets and wrap your now-free arm around him to pull him closer to you.

You know you shouldn’t start crying. You’re supposed to be the one comforting him. And yet…

“Hey… doll…” he murmurs as he wipes a tear away with his claw. His paw is still trembling slightly, though not as badly as it was before you got him his drink.

“What happened?” you ask. “Niffty told me Alastor was upset with you, but that’s all I know…”

“She the one who gave you the key?” he asks. You nod in response, and you can just barely see  him smiling behind his muzzle. “So she figured out how to help me after all…”

“She told me I’d be in trouble if Alastor saw me in here,” you say.

“Yeah, you probably will,” he says. “Though I’ll be the one in real shit for accepting your help…”

“Why’s he this upset with you?” you ask.

“Refused his orders,” Husk says simply. “I don’t wanna do what he wants, so he’s drying me up until I’m desperate enough to go through with it. He’s done it to me before, he’ll do it to me again.”

Before? Again? You knew Husk and Alastor’s deal was heavily unbalanced to Husk’s detriment, but before now, you hadn’t fully grasped just how dire Alastor’s treatment could be.

“What is it that he wants you to do?” you ask.

He averts his gaze. “You don’t need to know that,” he says simply. “It’s just something I don’t wanna do. No matter what he does to me.”

“But what if he hurts you even worse if you keep refusing?” you ask. “I don’t want you to have to do something you’d hate! …but if it’s the only way… I couldn’t stand losing you, Husk…”

His next words are so quiet, and the muzzle doesn’t help you hear him any better. “...that’s how I feel about it, doll…”

You hold him in silence for a while, your only movement a continuous light scratch behind his ear. He returns the silence, only responding with a faint purr. As you hold him, you can’t help but look over the injuries to his body and his wings. Did Alastor do this to him?

On closer inspection, you notice that the tips of his claws are caked in dried blood…

“You should go,” he says. “I don’t want you to, but if he finds out…”

“I understand,” you say, trying your hardest not to imagine how badly Husk might be punished for daring to accept comfort in a time like this. “Just… whatever it is that Alastor’s asking you to do… I’ll understand if you do it, okay? I won’t blame you, no matter how awful. I just want you to get out of this…”

“...I can’t,” is all he says in response.

You lift him up so you can kiss the plate separating his mouth from yours; never before have you missed the taste of his alcohol and tobacco so much. He wraps his arms around you and cuddles close, and you can feel his tremors starting to return.

“I can get you another drink before-” you start.

He cuts you off. “Go,” is all he has to say. “Please.”

You kiss his forehead, desperate to feel his warmth somehow, before gently laying him back down on the bed. As soon as you let go of him, he returns to his earlier position, tucked in by his own tattered feathers. You give his wing a few more strokes, and this time he doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t do anything at all.

The only thing you can do now is leave, give Niffty her key back, and hope with everything you have that even Alastor is capable of some level of mercy for the man you love so much.

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aren't you a bit old to be thirst posting like this tho?? 🤧

catch me thirst posting on my deathbed the grind never stops

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{{Me, rolling up to the Season 2 drive-thru monitor: hey, can I get uuuuhhh…a Mother Knows Best Reprise-type song where Alastor completely fucks with Husk’s sense of self worth and Angel’s perception of him? Thanks~}}

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despite everything, it’s still the future

happy (late) 25th anniversary, futurama 🚀🧡

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It's hard to put Husk in bondage. Ropes? Chains? Handcuffs? He's a magician, he knows how to escape all of them.

Cone, though? He can't get out of that one.

(...considering how I write him as loving oral, that's actually really good restriction play for him...)

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officially the incest moot now

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vet visit

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I picture Husk's dirty talk as strictly praise, with an active dislike toward using demeaning terms. No matter how rough he's being with you, his words are as sweet as honey. Baby, doll, darling. "You're doing so perfect for me", "I need you so bad", "I love you so much". Whether a long-term relationship or a one-off fling, he loves lavishing adoration on whoever he's sharing his bed with. When he has perfection underneath him, how could he ever insult them for being so wonderful for him?

...that said, I keep wondering if Overlord Husk could make "daddy's slut" sound like the highest of compliments... sigh. some of my kinks won't die no matter which character I'm into.

...you're only a slut for him, and he's praising you for being so eager to have fun with him and so good at it, for being so loyal and making him the only one you want so badly to please... so, yes, it's a compliment...?

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You know the song Engravings???

"I had to throw up the truth, but you already knew, that in a month we'd be strangers-"

Lowkey gives Huskcore vibes but then again the song Older???

"Think I need someone older, just a little bit colder, take the weight off my shoulder.. I think I need someone older.."

God the way I need to fuck him, not him to me.. But me, fuckung him.. The wheels would come off so fast father- Only Satan knows all the dirty thoughts I have about that man. If I posted them I'd be banned for thirstiness.

Finally got a chance to check these out! Hopefully I listened to the right songs - please include artists, I'm an old person who has no idea who the kids are listening to these days!

"Engravings" by Ethan Bortnick:

...that's a self-harm song. Oof. That is a self-harm song. Would Husk...? I mean, he already is with the drinking, but more directly...?

What I'm getting from this is the singer having a toxic relationship with someone who won't open up about their trauma, and instead uses that trauma as an excuse for abusing the singer... that's just my interpretation, anyway. I can absolutely see Husk being hurt by a partner who wouldn't open up about their emotions, we already know how much he hates that shit...

"Older" by Isabel LaRosa:

Aaaa, daddy kink, the song. Can absolutely see a partner of Husk's seeing his age and therefore maturity as an attraction point... and Husk sees it that way, too, that his maturity will make him a better partner for someone younger who may be inexperienced and even naive, in need of "protecting". Maybe it's a little creepy? It's not his intent to be creepy, but that sort of protective, "don't bother with the creeps your age, I know what I'm doing and can make you happier than he can" attitude... he's really not trying to be manipulative about it! ...but when I type it out in the context of this song it sounds that way. Oof. I love that daddy kink, but do be careful, Husk. I really don't think he'll hurt anyone, and he definitely won't go for anything outright illegal. Consent is a big thing for him, if he's making his younger flame uncomfortable he will back the hell off. But if it's the younger-and-legal one pursuing him first, and he feels the attraction in turn, what reason does he have to say no? There can absolutely be some drama about the gap. Not everyone is going to trust his intentions from the outside...

Thanks for the recs!

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Same anon still thinking about sleepy husk 😅

Imagine waking up to the feeling of him finally sliding into bed with you, his body seeking the warmth of yours, the scent he loves instinctively even as his consciousness wanes. He pulls your back flush against his chest, winding an arm possessively around your stomach, his claws curling gently against the soft flesh.

And despite how tired he is, you feel his hips move into yours, pressing his half-hard cock up against your ass. A moan slips through your lips, voice still clouded with sleep, and you hear the softest growl rumble through Husk's chest.

When he fucks you it's with his head buried in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing over your shoulder whenever he grunts and moans as he slowly rocks his hips into yours. He's lost in the scent of you, and he bumps his forehead against the space between your shoulder blades, a purr rolling through him when his scent mixes with yours.

You've got one leg slung back over his hip, rolling your hips back to meet his as he mumbles in your ear about how warm and wet you feel and how much he's missed this feeling, missed you, and his claws squeeze the flesh of your stomach before sliding down between your legs...

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AAAAA ANON THIS IS SO GOOD...

I imagine Husk comes to bed late more often than not. Between bartending work, nights out, favors for Alastor, simply needing some time to himself before sleep... you need an earlier start than he does, but the bed is so cold without him...

But when he apologizes for coming home so late with physical affection like that, how can you stay mad at him?

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"I was an Overlord..."

@ask-husk-anything

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@sober-husker

@top-shelf-tender

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let's be bad at video games together

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Just watched the new Helluva Boss short. Sallie Mae! <3

It's a cute one! I'm glad they're finally giving Millie more to do, she was my least favorite of the four when I first watched season one simply because she barely did anything, but that feral goblin woman has wormed her way into my heart almost as much as her husband

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fuck it 10 pm post we like to party