#ace!husk

[pirates-apologist]

Ace!Husk/ace!Angel hazbin hotel ramblings

When i first heard that there was a canon asexual character in hazbin i didnt know who it was but two characters automatically came to mind and im BEGGING yall to hear me out about this; husk or angel (or both!!).

I have since learned that its actually alastor but i keep my headcanon/s that either one or both of them is ace too nonetheless.

For your consideration:

For ace Husk:

-Husk is one of the only characters to not express any sexual interest in the episodes we have so far, considering the track record of hazbin/helluva boss thats pretty uncommon

-he literally has ACES on his design

-the whole scene where angel tries to get in his pants and husk says that is never gonna work on him and to cut the act

-how interesting it would be to give angel -a character who had to perform sexually his whole life in order to survive and be validated and appreciated- an asexual partner who doesnt want or expect this from him at all and just loves him for who he is (obviously this could be done without adding asexuality into the mix but i do think it would be a very interesting layer to their relationship)

For ace Angel (HEAR ME OUT):

-his own over-sexualisation and flirty inappropriate persona is stated multiple times to be just an act in order to survive

-ive known quite a couple ace people who have tried to act overly sexual in order to feel like they fit in, similarly to comphet, and angel pushes it for sure

-could lead to a very interesting arc and realizing he doesnt have to perform sexual acts at all if he doesnt want to and husk will still love him and wont expect that of him and that those around him love the real anthony not just the performer angel dust(once again could be done without asexuality involved but its an added layer)

-hes never really seen enjoying a sexual connection in a way that seems genuine and not just him trying to lean into the pornstar persona or get validation

-i think it would be nice to show an ace character that doesnt fit the two archetypes we so often see with ace characters of either the prudish, shy, introverted virgin or the inhuman character with no feelings. Asexuals can be extravagant and social people who wear fun sexy outfits and have had sex too and its damn time we show theres no one way to be asexual

-could lead into more of him realizing and affirming the fact that he has worth and talents outside of porn or sex (already seen a bit in the gangster bar fight scene where he tells husk that he has talents outside of sex too)

Anyway, do i think vivziepop will actually make this canon? No. Do i think it would lead to very interesting character development and relationships? Absolutely. Did i write this at 4 am, didnt proofread at all and just wanted to ramt about my thoughts? Oh yeah.

All of this being said; ill be happy if they dont end up asexual at all its just fun to think about. I would love to hear yall's thoughts about this though

[convolutedblasphemy]

Part 4 — the Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week special centered around our favorite aroace demon! All the ones that include Vox were inspired by @onesidedradiostatic's very entertaining posts snnxnsndn

[chaoticace2005]

Alastor misinterpreting modern LGBTQIA+ labels also leaves room for so much confusion with the rest of the cast:

(Based on @onesidedradiostatic ‘s posts)

-Genuinely thinks Husk is attracted to kitchenware, to the point where one of his “punishments” is not being allowed in the kitchen

-If Huskerdust then Alastor begins to question if Angel is secretly a pan

-Knows Angel isn’t a pan so Alastor tells him there is no chance if Huskerdust happening (talked about here)

-Angel saying he’s gay and Alastor questioning that because he was sure Angel was depressed

-Reevaluating the bisexual label AGAIN when he finds out Pentious has two dicks, causing him to question his previous statement of Vox being dickless

-Vaggie: Im Lesbian, Alastor: I don’t believe I’m familiar with that country

-Alastor thinking all angels and/or exorcists are lesbians (yes, this includes Adam and Lucifer)

-Him thinking of Charlie as half-lesbian, not because he’s biphobic but because she’s half angel

-Lucifer mentioning he’s kind of gender-fluid so he wonders if the fluid of Lucifer is what’s responsible for one’s gender

-Thinking trans means transportation/transit/transcontinental railroad and assumes they’re the best people to travel with

-Him thinking “bisexual” refers to having two partners

-Him thinking “bisexual” refers to being attracted to bicycles so he removes all bicycles (and pans because fuck you Husker) from the hotel

-Him thinking the term “ace” refers to a phenomenal card player because he beat Husk in poker, taunts Husk for not being “ace” anymore (Alastor stole Husk’s aceness)

[lucdoodle]

thought this line suited him

[fiendishartist2]

hold on i need to converse with my co counsel *turns to 15 yr old girl*

[metamatronic]

whoah, how did he get here? hm. well. oops.

[aardwoof]

i wish more people in the hazbin fandom were homestucks man

it’s so glaringly obvious to me that vox has the BIGGEST pitch crush on alastor

[onesidedradiostatic]

(slight volume warning)

is this anything (based on a previous post)

transcript:

"Hmmm…. my non-sexual senses are tingling. It seems like Valentino will have a significant role in this episode. Well, it is quite clear what I should do. I will ensure I make no appearances in this episode whatsoever...

...GOD FUCKING DAMMIT HUSKER"

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: Angel Learns a Lesson

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” I did my best for an ace x ace relationship, based on personal experience. Both parties are moderately sex favorable. Silly one shot inspired by my brain saying ‘what if a Stolas-esque bleep fest was extremely clinical’]

[One shot, 1106 words, no warnings needed]

—————

“Okay toots, you an’ me gotta talk,” Angel Dust found you reading in the hotel parlor. The lanky spider demon had been itching to talk to you one on one since you moved into the hotel. You’d moved into Alastor’s suite, happy to finally have your husband back after his seven year ‘sabbatical.’ That meant you were mostly in the Radio Demon’s company. Angel had learned not to ask him about sex the hard way.

You looked much more approachable. You had the air of a delicate bird. A little shorter than Vaggie, you had the perfect amount of curves for an hourglass figure. The shimmering flapper dress you wore showed that off nicely. Even though your arms and legs were vividly red for ⅔ of their length, they weren’t too alarming. Even your talons looked delicate. The black mask across your eyes was striking but offset by the fluffy silver hair framing your face. Your wings didn’t have a sharpness like a bird of prey and were proportioned more like a songbird.

All in all, you looked sweet, cheerful, and non-threatening.

So on a day that Alastor was out while you remained at the hotel, Angel Dust got the perfect opportunity to get some of the goods about tall, dark, and spooky. “Oh! Angel! What can I help you with?”

“I gotta know sweet cheeks, what do you an’ Al get up to?” You made an inquiring noise as you tilted your head to one side. Even that motion was bird-like. The porn star stared at you, unsure if you were pranking him. But the silence stretched on and he realized you actually didn’t understand. “Wha…how…you…” he didn’t know how to talk about sex with someone who didn’t understand innuendo. “How do you and Smiles have sex?”

That just confused you more. “Angel, ma petite araignée, I thought you worked in the sex industry. Surely you know the mechanics.” You paused. “Though I suppose I wouldn’t put it past that lousy moth to keep you in the dark.”

“I know how banging works! Jeez, I can’t do this sober.” He ordered drinks from a Husk that was trying not to laugh. He drank one, got a refill and brought one back for you as well. “A’right. You and Alastor are both as thick as two short planks about anything sexy, so I wanna know how you guys ever do anything in bed. Besides sleeping,” he hastened to add.

“Ooooooooh, okay! Sure, I don’t mind talking. But you gotta explain all those innuendos we don’t understand, got it cher?”

“You got it toots. Now spill, start with how often you do the deed.”

You sipped your whiskey as you thought back over the last century. “Mm, anywhere from one to four times a year? It varies, but infrequently is a good way to put it.”

“You only have sex once a year?!”

“I didn’t say that. It’s usually just for the night but intercourse occurs more than once when we feel up to it. Multiple times usually,” you clarified with a chuckle.

“Okay, makes sense, ya got me there. So it’s just when you’re both in the mood then?”

“I suppose you could put it that way. It’s an enjoyable activity, just not something we need to do. Or want to do as much as most.”

“A’right, we got the scheduling figured out. I gotta know technique. Positions, toys, he into kinky shit? You into kinky shit?” He leaned on the couch back, thrilled that he got you talking.

“Well [redacted] is our usual position. We’ve tried [beep], [bleep], [what], [why]. Oh and [really?] but that was uncomfortable for Alastor. [redacted] and [redacted] were fun but we were so worn out the next day. I like [beeeeeeeeeeep] to mix things up. I don’t know if they count as kinky but [oh god], [nope], [beepbeep], [thats a thing?], [redacted], [please stop], [srsly], and [wow] are all things we’ve attempted over the years. I like some [bleeping all this] and [this too] personally while he enjoys [hide your eyes], [nope], [double nope]. Oh, I almost forgot [holy shit], we gave that a try before his sabbatical.” Angel and Husk both looked at you in disbelief as your list grew. Then you continued.

“As for toys…[don’t wanna know], [redacted], [dang girl], and [bleepbleepBLEEP] all see some use. I guess [redacted] also counts. We tried [no thanks] but I hated it. We’ve both agreed we never want to try [ew] or [gross]. [How even?] has been fun. Alastor has indulged me with [no more please] a few times. Of course I reciprocate with some [BEEPBLEEP] if he asks. But really it’s mostly [redacted] for us. I’m sure we’re terribly boring compared to what you’ve been up to, ma petite araignée.”

Angel blinked at you in a daze. He held his drink loosely in his hand before downing it in a desperate gulp. Husk was once again pulling his ears down in extreme embarrassment. “I wouldn’t say that toots.”

You brushed his mop of hair from his face. The poor thing looked dazed. “Angel, cher, I think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight. Husk, do you have any water for him?”

“Getting to know the guests my dear?” Alastor manifested from the shadows, making Angel jump and you smile.

“More the other way around darling.”

“So long as everyone is behaving themselves. I wanted to know if you’d like to go out to dinner tonight? I’ve come across a little place that claims to have authentic Cajun cuisine.”

“Mais oui! Although I’m surprised you’re willing to try after what happened to the last restaurant.”

“You cannot dump black pepper into sausage and rice and call it jambalaya. It’s a sin and a disgrace and the place deserved to burn for it.”

“Right you are, Alastor. Am I dressed well enough or shall I go change?” You stood up and twirled for his inspection.

“Hmm, lovely as always my dear.” He held out his arm for you. “Until later chums!”

“We’ll be back! Make sure you get some rest Angel,” you called as Alastor led you out.

Once the two of you were gone, Angel slumped over Husk’s bar. “I didn’t imagine that right? You heard her too, right?”

“Oooh yeah. I kept saying not to ask, but you just had to know.”

“Yeah well I learned my lesson. I’m gonna need another drink after that.”

“Nah, I think Y/N was right about you having enough for now.” Husk pushed a glass of water over to him, garnished with a lemon slice.

“Asshole.” Angel did drink the water though.

A/N: This is absolutely drawn from my being married for 10+ years and still not understanding innuendos. Doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done it, that’s not how I’m wired. I’m going with “you can’t be embarrassed if you don’t care” as to why Shrike is so frank with Angel btw. It’s as embarrassing as picking out her shoes for the day. Also when you’re approaching triple digits in how long you’ve been with a partner, I figure you’ve tried everything under the sun and beyond, purely out of curiosity. My count has roughly 600 instances from 150 evenings over their life- and death-time. Feel free to mad libs her bleeped portions, I honestly only filled in a third of them in my brain, and the canonicity is dubious anyway.

@edgyboi10000 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @deafsignifcantother @whitewolfsoldat @ch3sire-blu3

[kayak-lmao]

ok slay king !! lovingly stare at him!!! go off!!!

[mamamangaka]

Alastor: our effeminate fellow has certainly risen above what we all expected, especially since the twins

Husk: *washing a glass nonchalantly while Moscato plays with Fat Nuggets on the floor* uh-huh

Alastor: quite redeeming, if I do say so myself. why, one could even have him on their arm at a banquet-

Husk: I’ll fucking kill you so help me fuck—

Alastor: what?

Husk: what?

[gayzyforyou]

𝙰 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

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18+, MDNI

Content Tags/⚠️: porn with plot, smut, slight angst, voyerism, reader has a vag(gie), masochist reader, pet names, degration, secret sex, bdsm (sorta), sadism (thank alastor), soft sex (husk), rough sex (also husk), claws, biting, furry stuff?, fingering, tongue play, oral sex, squirting, kissing n smooching, knotting

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Summary: Husk has hidden interests in you, which Alastor overheard once upon a time. You're new at the hotel and have been teasing the deer demon lately, who now has a score to settle with you. He can't beat you at a sexual game, though, so he has his favorite fuzzy soul help him in his endeavors. Consensually, of course. Just with Alastor's manipulative, slightly sadistic way of things. Aka he watches to piss off Husk for fun, and also makes a mess of you, also for fun. Because he's Alastor.

"Husker!" Alastor jovially begins, appearing beside Husk behind the bar counter quicker than he can process. Making him struggle not to drop a glass for a moment, sighing loudly at Alastor swinging an arm around him.

"Some space and a greeting would do you good, you know," Husk huffs under his breath, going back to cleaning the glass.

A growl leaves him watching Alastor poke at the glass, picking it out of his claws with ease and sauntering around him casually. Which Husk knew by now meant he was contemplating. Wanting, needing. Something.

"What the fuck do you want, Alastor? Or are you going to let me do my job? This shitty job you gave me,"

"Oh, speaking of jobs, my good friend! I have a little job I need you to do, actually. So nice of you to suggest," Alastor beamed with a wider grin, watching Husk pinch his nose and groan angrily.

All while Alastor tapped the glass in his hand, moving away casually when Husk tried to take it. Quietly testing the waters. Knowing, at the same time, Alastor could drown him in those waters any minute.

"Fucking Christ, I knew you needed something. What?" Husk growled. Tricking the slowly growing fear inside him. Hissing to himself at Alastor moving the glass just away from his grasp in one, little swift movement. Forcing him to pay full attention.

"Well, friends know each other well, do they not? Oh, and they do help out one another too, don't they?" Alastor teased.

Husk peered him down incredulously, brows narrowed. Eye twitching. But internally, trying to decipher just what exactly the man wanted. Knowing the man could run circles around him verbally any day, every day if he so pleased.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want your 'friend' to help you with?"

Alastor chuckled at the quiet desperation in Husk's words. Overlooking the sarcasm, instead seeing his attempt at a strong front more weak than anything. Amusing. Snickering, gliding right back over next to Husk behind the counter.

He leaned just slightly against the edge of table top, looking down over Husk. Grinning sharper than usual. Letting him yank the glass away from his hand.

"Always so eager, Husker, hm. And to serve me nonetheless. I think this good, loyal kitty deserves a treat, yes?"

. . .

Husk choked on air. Trying not to drop the glass, again. He looked up at Alastor with an indistinguishable expression, too many emotions wreaking havoc on his mind at once.

"E-Excuse me?"

"A treat for you, kitty." Alastor very plainly corrected, eyes closed following his wide, pleased smile.

Like what he said sounded remotely normal and not completely suspicious.

"What the fuck is that supposed to---" Husk sputtered, Alastor tapping on the glass with a snicker, his voice cutting him off.

"After you're done with your job here, come upstairs. Your treat is waiting,"

That was the last thing Husk was told before Alastor walked off. Up the stairs and away from his view before he could protest, demand, ask, anything before he was silenced.

Husk didn't know if he wanted to finish his job slower or faster.

He held the glass tightly, scrubbing it harder than usual.

"Hmm..." Alastor begins in a low, slowly drawn out hum.

Feeling you shift in his lap, restless. His hum turning into a little tune he sings to himself as he moves.

Alastor whirred along as he pulled his cane back, tugging at your tail he tied to it. Drinking in the strained whine that leaves your lips at the slight pain of the gesture.

"Be fuckin'...gentle..." Husk grumbles, more in a protective growl than anything. Alastor snickering at the sight.

Husk was still processing how he got himself in this mess. But the taste of your arousal on his tongue, sweeter and more intoxicating that any alcohol he'd ever sampled, made it worth the whole pot.

♤♡♢♧

Though, Husk can't help but keep replaying the situation on loop---him following Alastor to a private room, honestly scared the man would come onto him or something. Knowing he hated him, infuriatingly amusing to the man. So he was preparing to shoot that plane down as harshly as he could without having his soul torn apart.

But seeing...you, waiting there patiently and lighting up when you saw him, he suddenly wanted to stick by Alastor strictly, no separation on his mind. Now knowing that would mean letting The Radio Demon get alone time with you, which painted nothing but bad pictures in his head.

He didn't know why you were there at first until Alastor spoke. Assuring him his 'treat' was right in front of him.

I mean, Husk knew you liked to play around with the guests, flirting and suggesting frisky times as a way to ease tension. He was as fine with your openness in relationships as he was with Angel. But it was something else seeing you so willing to do something that intimate with him at a moment's notice. With Alastor watching, nonetheless.

"Are you really okay with...him, watching us? Possibly...touching you?" Husk asked, wanting to assure that you knew what was ahead.

"Yeah, Husk, but only if you are. I just think it's kinda hot...but I also know what I need to, I promise," You playfully giggled, but also assured, moving over to whisper in Husk's ear. "He won't get what he wants. I just wanna see him get a little tiny bit pissed."

Alastor smiled harshly at the sight of their secret words, moving you back by your arms to stand before him. Husk shooting him daggers.

"Husker, a treat is of course still just a treat. You don't have to eat it if you simply don't want to," Alastor explained in a faux sigh. "Just don't claw me up if I find someone else to eat it, okay?"

The very obvious teasing sarcasm in Alastor's voice made a Husk's brow twitch, his body moving over to your side immediately. Almost as if to fend Alastor away, like a predator stalking prey.

"Are you okay with it, Husk? If it's too uncomfortable, we can stop." You explained, trying to assure him. Making sure his decision was one he actually wanted.

One look in your eyes told Husk enough. There was excitement, teasing intent toward Alastor that...he almost admired. At the same time, deep care for him. A care he didn't feel enough, but was learning to accept in this hotel.

Despite being in the presence of someone so terrifying---you smiled at him like it was nothing. Everything he wanted it to be, nothing at all. Not the problem that it was. He wished he could view it that way. Seeing you even just playing with the idea somehow brought his spirits right back up.

And damn it, before things even started you made a fool out of Alastor in your head. Tricking your own fears. He didn't know if it was overconfidence or pure stupidity, but he found something endearing in it. Something he sometimes didn't have the grit to do as boldly. And above everything, he trusted you. He wouldn't trust his darker fears of Alastor over you, he had enough shadows in his life.

"If {y/n} is here, and they want to, it's alright by me. You don't get much input in that matter, Alastor," Husk chuckled with a affectionate grin, moving over to hold you by your hips. Something in you making him drunk on a sort of confidence that tricked his strongest fears. One that would definitely get him in trouble one day. "It's bad business leaving such a wonderful soul waiting. You should consider that Alastor, tell me clearer next time,"

Alastor laughed away the frustration brewing inside him at Husk's words. He didn't know what you whispered. Only that it was merely another thing he'd make sure to find out sooner or later, snuff out as he sees fit.

With the snap of his fingers, you and him were on the bed. Alastor cradling your head in his lap. Looking up at Husk with a tilt of his head. Who was still standing, whipping his head around to look at you both. Watching Alastor slowly moving his hand down to pull up your skirt.

"Your treat is waiting~" Alastor sang devilishly.

Husk quickly pounced onto the bed, caging you with his body and hissing deep in his throat at Alastor's hand, which he pushed away.

"This is the job you wanted me to do for you, right? Cruel of you to call someone so sweet a chore. You want me to do your dirty work? Gladly," Husk growled.

"I've got you, {y/n}. You'll get your fun and games. And you know I'm good at games, don't you?" Husk purred, leaning in and running his lips softly against your cheek, taking in your dizzying scent.

"If you don't like something, tell me or tap me. Otherwise..." Husk gravelly murmured, his lips on yours without a moment to spare.

His claws traced over where Alastor had touched your skirt. Tossing it up to expose your tights, drawing the sharp edges of his fingers over your thighs squeezed by the thin material. Flicking a digit slowly over the plump imprint of your pussy against the fabrics hiding it from his gaze.

It was easy forgetting about Alastor with such a sight before his sore eyes, and it made him feel even better knowing the demon was probably watching it happen. His presence being put on hold.

Alastor scoffed lowly at the display, moving to pull Husk off your lips. All with a simple finger beneath his chin.

"Don't play with your food now, Husker. Eat it properly,"

♤♡♢♧

Soon enough, Husk refocused on the task at hand. At his tongue, more like. The prickly muscle licking up every drop that drooled from your aching core. His eyes trailing over your now naked form.

"H-Husk...please," You hiccuped, voice shaking and weak. Alastor tugged on his cane again. The base of your tail shooting a sharp, sweet pain that mixed with every sensation Husk guided you through. Making your eyes foggy, breathing coming out in whimpers that only made Alastor's grin grow.

Alastor thrummed a laugh seeing Husk move to tug at his pants. Which was now at least the seventh time he'd tried.

"You'll have to be patient, Husker. That thing can wait to put itself to use, yes? Do your job...thoroughly,"

Husk tried to ignore the sneer in Alastor's voice, snarling to himself lowly while moving his tongue back to your clit. Holding your thighs apart tightly, knowing you wanted his cock more than anything. Despite having came several times already.

He loved every last taste of you on his tongue. But feeling you squirm, hearing you beg for him to fill you, made his heart ache.

"Look at me, {y/n}," Husk rasped, licking a long slow stripe against your sensitive bud of nerves. Feeling your legs twitch and shake shamelessly. Melting at the sound of you sweetly gasping, a tug at his head following suit.

You look down at him, teary eyed. Despite Alastor tilting your head back to avert your gaze.

Abruptly, you mewl out loud feeling Husk slip two of his digits inside, grinding the sharp edges against every sweet spot he can find.

"Husk...haah, you're..." You whimper, hips arching into his thrusts. The sound of his heavy breaths making you wetter. Alastor tilts your head further back and up again, tracing a finger along your throat.

"Talented, isn't he? He can do a lot more than take down scum and pour drinks. Hmm...which makes the two of you, seems you can take more than you look to..." Alastor smirked with a pleased coo, snickering at Husk's disapproval.

"So obedient you are, Husk can learn a thing or two on that matter," He trailed off with an even bigger smile than usual, watching you, who he knew as innocent instead donning such a sinfully shameless display.

"Shut it, Alastor..."

"See?" He sneered.

Husk moved swiftly to get his lips close enough to yours, hiding your face from Alastor and kissing away any thoughts of him. Slipping his tongue soaked with your arousal right in your mouth.

He angled his fingers more, chuckling against your lips feeling you cum again. Unable to deny how strained his cock was, already fully up and leaking against his pants. Aching painfully to be inside you.

Everything was making him lose it. Your hands gripping his back, holding fists of his fur with white knuckles when you weren't leaving scratches. Clawing at him for dear life after cumming so many times, and still taking more. Moaning like an animal, whispering pleas for his cock, for his fingers to hit deeper and harder. He couldn't take it.

He drew the two soaked digits from you, holding his hand up to Alastor.

"Thorough enough for you? Or are you having that much fun watching?" Husk huffed firmly.

Alastor clicked his tongue, pulling up your head away from Husk again and inspecting your expression.

There it was. Complete and utter weakness, defeated and pathetic. Just what he needed.

"Go ahead, Husker. You can have the rest of your trea---"

Before he could finish, Husk was pulling you away from Alastor and up against his legs. Spreading yours and letting his aching length spring out. Moving in a haze to push it right into your tight, soaked hole.

Feeling you clench onto him the moment he sunk inside made him groan. Moving his hips almost immediately, hearing every gasp and moan of pleasure leaving your lips right against his ear. You kissed it, feeling it flick, feeling his sharp teeth quickly sink into your shoulder to quiet his pleased sounds.

Husk's pace was exactly what you needed after waiting for so long. Fast, hard, heavy thrusts that slapped your skin. Made your legs go numb and stomach twist with warmth. The overwhelming ecstasy and all consuming feeling that left you breathless.

"Cumming...! Husk...haah...I---" You cried out weakly, his hands still sticky with your scent delving right into your mouth, hushing you while his hips moved faster and faster. Making sure no one in the hotel could have a chance of interrupting your moment together.

Husk felt like he was high, feeling you squirt against his cock. Crying out against his fingers, tongue licking his digits so needy he almost forgot you two weren't alone.

His inches twitched restlessly inside you. He couldn't help but hold your body close, feeling his mind spiraling at the addictive feeling. Your walls sucking on him with every wave of your orgasm. Groaning, almost moaning at the sickeningly sweet sensation, Husk's own release tore through him.

He growled out at the feeling, burying himself in your scent. His hips thrusting slowly, stuffing rope after rope of his thick cum deep into your warm insides. Slicking your walls with every ounce of his seed.

Husk let you lay back softly, resting. Trying to calm down the knot swelling inside you. Whimpers drawing from your lips at the intense stretch.

"...s' okay sweetheart. It'll go down...I've got you,"

Husk ran his palm over your stomach, soothing the ache of his knot. Catching his breath.

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Not noticing Alastor moving your head up again, looking in your eyes. Sneering. Communicating exactly what he wanted without words.

Husk heard you speak but didn't actually hear it. Only static. His nerves flaring up, eyes shooting to look up at Alastor.

He was gone.

"What the fuck?!" Husk exclaimed, quickly moving closest to you as he looked around. "Where...the fuck did that bastard go? What did he do?"

"Safe word. He made me use it. It's okay Husk...it's just his usual power play. He wanted me to say it,"

"For what?" Husk asked.

"Just a stupid...bet,"

"What did you bet?!" Husk exasperated. Worried beyond belief.

"Nothing! Just my soul---"

"WHAT?!"

"I'm joking, Husk. It was just...ugh, it's kind of embarrassing now, actually," You sigh, covering your face.

"What is it? Tell me. I'll...I'll help you," Husk trailed off, trying to be assuring.

You sigh, loudly.

"I need to....ughhh...hunt his breakfast for him...for a month...and meal prep. All those disgusting meals,"

Husk tried not to, but he wheezed a little.

"Don't you laugh at me! We're on the same boat now..." You exasperate.

"Fine...fine...I'm sorry. I'm relieved...that's all it was," Husk chuckles, moving to rest himself in the crook of your neck, purring deeply.

"Don't bet anything else, got it?"

"Okay," You sigh, hugging him close.

Your chests rise and fall together, his purring soothing you both until the thought of that bet drifts away, into a feeling of just the two of you.

[doorknobinmyayuss]

I’m obsessed with Radioapple but I wish there was more asexual versions of the ship… 🍎🦌

I need an Enemies to lovers fic but instead of it ending with them doing the naked-meat-tango

They just start playing the most intense game of monopoly all of Hell has ever witnessed.

[funky-jazz-bambi]

Loser, Baby but they sing loser like how Ace Ventura says loser.

[brainylittledumpsterfire]

The little circles around the characters are them x themselves. I'm hitting everyone with the Aromantic beam. No one is safe

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[y-akkun]

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