#softdom!elvis

[mooodyblue]

haiii baby!!! omg okay, i would love to request some softdom!e, the idea just makes me so??? imagine this, you’re having a crappy day and elvis immediately notices. the moment you walk into the house from a long day you’re dragging your feet, your chin to your chest as you mumble a quick greeting. but elvis isn’t gonna take that, is he? definitely not. he tries his absolute best to cheer you up in more ways than one if you know what i mean!!! smothering you with praise, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you are for him. the sweet baby only wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel :((

anon u got me in tears with this one. i had such a bad day yesterday and writing this did somethin to me LOL i love soft dom!e he's so sweet!!!! ty for the request! i hope i did it justice my friend <3

softdom!elvis x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW/MDNI! unprotected sex, fingering, more poorly written smut from yours truly 🙏🏼

wc: 1,003

>MASTERLIST/REQUEST<

today was hell. you started the morning by dropping your coffee, got yelled at all day at work, not to mention the traffic on the way back. you just wanted to get home, take a shower and just cuddle up with your boyfriend for awhile. you were just exhausted.

elvis jumped up from his seat when he heard the front door open, immediately greeting you with a smile. "hey baby, how was your day?"

you tossed your keys to the side and shut the door behind you, mumbling a small 'whatever' and dragging your feet upstairs to your shared bedroom. elvis jumped slightly as you slammed the door, shaking his head at your behavior. he could tell you had a bad day, but he wasn't gonna take that. absolutely not! he marched up to your room, barging in and leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. you were sat in front of the mirror wiping your makeup when you noticed his presence. he shut the door behind up and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you let out a sigh. "elvis, i'm not in the mood."

he hummed against you, placing a kiss at your neck. "mmhm, clearly."

"i'm serious, elvis." you complained, wiping off the last of your makeup.

"you think i'm gonna let you get away with talking to me like that? slammin' doors in the house?" he bent down, looking at you through the mirror. "lemme take care of you." he kissed the top of your head and held out his hand. he pulled you up, walking you to the bed and letting you sit on the edge. you kicked off your heels as elvis kneeled in front of you, slowly taking off each piece of clothing you had on. he started off with the stockings under your skirt, gently pulling them down. he unzipped your skirt, "hips up, baby." taking them off. then came your shirt, carefully unbuttoning and gently tossing it to the side, exposing more of you. "so beautiful." he whispered, gently laying you on your back and peppering kisses all over.

"elvis-"

"don't say a word." he muttered against your lips. you brought up your hands to undress him, but he stopped you. grabbing your hands and pinning them against your sides. "and don't touch."

elvis wanted to spoil you, to show you how much he appreciated you and to help your forget all your troubles from earlier that day.

he pulled back from you and stood up, allowing you to remove your bra and panties as he undressed himself. you pushed yourself further up on the bed. "i know you had a bad day, baby." he threw his underwear off to the pile of the rest of your clothes, crawling on top of you. "but i'm about to make your day so much better."

elvis went straight to it, shoving two fingers inside you and moving them in and out of you slowly. "so wet and pretty for me, aren't you mama?" he used his other hand to squeeze one of your breasts and brought his mouth up to your neck, kissing and sucking all over.

you felt his teeth graze over your skin and jerked your head away from him. "no marks, i have work tomorrow."

he rolled his eyes at you and moved down to your breasts, marking you in a place nobody but his eyes would see. you felt his fingers leave you, whining at the emptyness. elvis pressed his lips against yours as he hovered over you. "love you, baby." he sat back up, giving his cock a few strokes before inserting himself inside you, hands gripped tightly at your hips. he gave you a moment to adjust, grunting at how tight you felt around him. "always takin' me so well. such a good girl." he began slowly thrusting in and out of you as the room began to fill with the sounds of skin hitting skin and your soft whimpers. you wanted to touch your boyfriend desperately, but didn't want to disobey him. instead of reaching for elvis, your hand went to the pillow above you, tightly gripping on it as he continued to thrust into you. "fuck, elvis. please-"

he quickly took your hand in his beside you and laced your fingers together, holding onto you tightly. "what do you want, honey?" he panted. "what do you want? tell me."

"you, only you." you cried. "that's right baby. i'm all yours." he moved at a quicker pace as he got closer to his climax. "you're doin' so good. 'm so close." you gripped tightly at the bedsheets and wrapped your legs around him.

he looked down at you, the prettiest sight he's ever seen. mouth agape, letting out the most beautiful moans he's ever heard, in pure bliss. he wished he could put your moans in one of his songs, that's how much he loved hearing you. he moaned as he felt your walls get tighter around him. "god, look at what you're doin' to me. so fuckin' beautiful." he gripped your hand tighter.

"e, i'm gonna-" "go ahead doll, can feel you so tight around me. cum on my cock, c'mon." he pushed deeper into you, hitting your g-spot and feeling you tighten around him as you came around him, shouting his name. "so good. so fucking good." he moaned, his orgasm following shortly after. he bent down to you, still inside you and kissing you. "my beautiful girl."

you giggled against his lips, placing your hands on either sides of his face. "i'm sorry for earlier."

"don't apologize, baby. it's alright." he gave you a final kiss before pulling out of you and laying right next to you. "i'm sorry you had a bad day. i keep telling you to quit that damn job of yours." he buried himself in your neck.

"i like feeling normal." you mumbled.

"normal is boring" he pulled you closer to him, holding you tightly. you ran your fingers through his hair, cringing at his sweat soaked locks and softly pushing him away from you. "you can convince me to quit my job while we shower."

[remotewatch]

some call it arrogance

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 2.5k wc

summary: Let’s face it: you kind of suck at paddleboarding. Thankfully, your boyfriend is an eager instructor with a trick up his sleeve!

cw: shameless smut, outdoor recreation, questionable teaching, peppy upbeat softdom jack (good lord), fingering, unprotected sex, if you want to keep your plan b go VOTE ‼️‼️, play fighting, jd is catching strays, this is somewhat a comedy

minors dni and stay out!!!!

Time and time again, you realize that you and Jack have very different definitions of what constitutes a short paddle. You could pass out right here on your little break, sun hat plopped over your face and one leg dangling in the pleasantly cool water. He tugs you closer to his board to drum a few fingers on your knee and ask “You asleep?” just as you’re drifting off.

A barely audible “mhm” is all you care to let out. Jack’s hand slides to your inner thigh, a polite veneer of concern slapped onto his more crude interests.

“Do you need something?” When you lift your hat to squint over at him for being so euphemistic, he’s already zapping you with those doe eyes you struggle to resist.

“Diva, the telephotos,” you mumble as you flop back down. There’s almost certainly no one hiding out in the mangroves waiting to catch you two, but the press had noted the extension of your Japan trip to stop at Iriomote. Your growing collection of condemning paparazzi pics is already nudging at the edge of your mind, and you have no desire to add to it today.

“They can’t get a good shot this far out.” His hand stills when you don’t murmur back how much of a whore he’d have to be to know that so definitively.

“Here, let’s get out of the sun for a bit. Get you a honey stick or something.” A grateful thumbs up is the most movement you care to make.

As much as you like getting into Jack’s hobbies with him, it’s undeniably more fun to have him tow you around whistling Elvis tunes like your little chauffeur. It would be so easy to fall asleep to the sound of it paired with the waves crashing in the distance; maybe you do; it’s really none of your business.

The temperature suddenly drops, and you briefly tilt your hat up to see he’s steered you into a particularly thick mangle. It’s a straight, narrow shot from it up to the shore; exactly the type of hidden launch he’d know about.

He turns around from rooting in the supply bag and waggles a fanned out selection of power bars, honey straws, and glucose gels at you.

“What’re we having today, huh?” Still hiding under your hat, you grasp blindly until you find a few straws and tear one open with your teeth, shoving your dentist’s exasperation to the back of your mind. Jack knows better than to pester you until your temperature and blood sugar level out a bit. Eventually, you rise from the dead and get a better look at your spot.

The mangrove roots here are as thick as you’ve ever seen and rise far enough out of the water that you could set up a hammock under them. Schools of diminutive silver fish swirl beneath the surface, bouncing light back up to paint the underside of the overhead foliage. The two of you are technically visible from open water, but a pap would have to drop anchor at the perfect angle to get more than a glimpse. You remind yourself that you’re on the west side of the island anyway; surely there’s more exciting things to report on than America’s most notorious SUP proficiency gap relationship.

“You’re getting better, you know.” You gnaw at a second honey straw and scrunch up your nose.

“Am I?”

“For sure. Remember Lake Superior?”

“God, must I?” you groan, wincing at the mere thought.

“Gotta appreciate where you started!” Jack is laid out on his board doing alternate toe touches, and the fact that it’s more of an unconscious ritual than a way of showing off his balance makes it all the more annoying.

He’s truly so pretty, even after putting your legs through hell on the way out. The little gaps in the mangrove canopy cover him in spots of sunlight, and he still refuses to buy a smaller pair of shorts, just rolling down the hem of those ratty old ones until they’re shorter than any of yours. You’re too busy watching them fall further down his thighs with every leg raise to notice he’s still talking.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said-,” Jack finishes the last of his coconut water and smacks his lips. “Why don’t you stretch a bit before we head back?” You press your hands flat as if to push yourself up, and he notes your hesitation.

“What is it?”

“…Can you spot me?” His smile cracks his whole face open like a fresh daffodil, clearly thrilled to be needed.

“Why, certainly.”

You brace yourself as he slides onto your board as easily as scooting closer on the couch, quads flexing delectably while he helps you stand up.

“Do a forward bend for me,” Jack effortlessly slips back into his instructor cadence, to the point that you could forget he’s your boyfriend aside from his hands feeling far more than professionally comfortable on your hips. He leans up against your backside to peer over you as you place your palms flat on the deck, not bothering to conceal how much it excites him. After the tension of the paddle out and stiffening up during your nap, the stretch in your hamstrings is virtually orgasmic. Jack doesn’t miss the little sigh of relief you let out, nor do you the the smugness that spills into his voice.

“And walk it out, just like that,” you can feel him staring at your ass and can’t even kick his shin without knocking you both over.

“Can you at least pretend to enjoy this a little less?” it doesn’t sound very commanding with his dick pressed right up against you before you shift into downward dog. Even less so when he knows how much you love a good calf stretch, knows exactly how far to push you into it to make you melt in his hands.

“If I’m not happy to be here, how can I expect you to have any fun?” There’s a brief wobble as he reaches to grab your ankles and help you move to a headstand, but one shift of his heel and you might as well be back on dry land.

“That’s why I said pretend.”

“That’s why I’m not an actor. And, push yourself up!” If nothing else, you’re decent at handstands, at least with Jack ready to catch your legs. Decent on a good day, that is, when the humidity isn’t bleeding your energy like a stuck pig. Your right palm slips into the water, and you screw your eyes shut in anticipation of a face full of board and a few tree bark scrapes.

“Fuck!” you hiss, but his grip instantly locks down on your ankles and lifts you out of the line of fire. Jack’s obliques ripple as he rights the board, and he’s very clearly pleased to catch your notice of it.

“That’s alright, you had a few good seconds there.” He lets you swing a few moments longer than necessary before lowering you back down and piping up again. Ever the show-off.

“It’s always…,” he hesitates as if he’s searching for the right words. “-been my understanding that if you can balance on all fours in unfavorable circumstances, you can stay standing just fine.”

“And what kind of unfavorable circumstances would you be talking about?” it’s obvious, though you’d rather hear him say it. He knows you too well to take the bait and cheekily rolls his eyes.

“You know, the favorable ones.”

“Is that what they teach you at surf instructor school?” Your hands are back on the board now, and you kick one foot free to slide it down his chest under his shorts.

“Oh yeah, the first thing,” he chuckles, fishing it out before helping you down into a plank.

Jack somehow wriggles his way under you without causing any major upheaval, claiming it’s the easiest way to check your form. He’s talking like this is your first time on a board just to wind you up and making no attempt to hide how much he enjoys doing so.

“Now, there’s nothing to it, just gotta make sure you’re not leaning too far to the left-“ he tugs at one of your bikini ties.

“Or the right,” he twists the other between his fingers, not quite loose enough to fall off, but certainly plenty of room for him to slide his fingers below your waistband. His smile grows wider when he pulls them back out to observe their newfound shine. You have a halfhearted go at defending your reactivity.

“That has nothing to do with you.”

“Oh yeah? You’re pulling a JD, getting riled up by the dolphins?” If your balance or endurance were half as good as his, you’d shove him off your board and ditch him right there. The best you can do is double down; a bit pitiful, but better than giving him any satisfaction right after that bullshit.

“And these are the unfavorable circumstances? Seriously?” It’s more the stupid fucking grin on his face than the controlled circles he’s tracing on your clit that’s disrupting your concentration. You’re hoping that focusing on the space between Jack’s eyebrows will keep your mind blank, but his fingers feel better and better the more you try to ignore them sliding around like he’s trying to memorize every cell you’ve got down there.

“It would be deeply irresponsible of me to throw you right into the deep end. Safety first, after all.”

“So irresponsible,” the mocking tone you’re going for doesn’t really work when your pitch is stuttering in perfect response to his movements.

Your eyes slip closed out of habit, but he’s right there playfully pinching your nipple to bring you back to reality.

“Hey, now! No daydreaming during your lesson! That’s not very considerate to your instructor,” he’s trying to pout up at you, hit you right in your weak spot, but he looks far too pleased with himself for the illusion to work.

“What if he deserves it for comparing me to a bloated couch fucker?” Again, the conviction isn’t really there when you’re bending your knees into terrible form trying to chase his touch every time they recede.

Jack yanks his fingers away, sucks them clean with a slippery pop, and kisses you on the point of your chin before shuffling out from under you.

“Clearly you’re not being challenged enough if you can complain like that!”

This time, you do try to kick him off the board, but you have no range at all to put some power into it. That’s what you tell yourself, at least.

“Look at you! You wouldn’t have been able to do that at Lake Superior. Told you you’re getting better!” He’s tugged his shorts down and your swimsuit to the side before you can snap at him, and he actually cackles when he sees how much your lats twitch when he first slides in.

“You’re unbelievable.” The way your voice shakes makes it sound more like a compliment than a last ditch effort to compose yourself.

“That’s what I’ve heard! There you go, arch for me.” He’s not causing much motion yet, only waves big enough to scatter the fish, but you’re wound so tight he might as well be putting you straight through the deck. Your arms are already shaking, and of course Jack notices; how could he not?

“Keep your arms steady. No, don’t lock them up, lean into it,” he’s saying like they’re not on fire, like you can’t feel yourself clamping down on him in some sort of weird unified muscular system effort to keep you from falling on your face.

“Can’t believe y-“

“How fast you’re progressing? I know, right! You must have a pretty good teacher!” He’s absolutely insufferable. You’ve been moving nonstop since dawn, he’s got your ass locking up like an NDA, and his voice is still perfectly fucking steady.

Jack’s middle finger just barely trails along your side, feather-light enough to raise goosebumps on your skin.

“You’re holding too much tension here.” Thank god, he mercifully spares you the lecture about proper abdominal engagement.

“Jack, I can’t- I’m gonna fall!” The wavering in your voice is so unbelievably humiliating when he’s barely breaking a sweat. Your arms buckle, threatening collapse, and there he is seamlessly shifting his hands from your hips to swing under your torso and support you when they finally give out, the other splaying flat across the deck.

“Noooo you’re not, you’re fine. You can have a little break, and then we’ll try again, okay?” All while his thrusts remain infuriatingly consistent. The board barely even moves when he catches you. Your nails scrabble at the deck pad, then the limb supporting you, trying to regain your balance, ground yourself, Jesus, something, but he’s got a better angle now and can haul you back onto his dick as hard as he likes without worrying about your arms giving out.

“You’re such an asshole!” you sob as you claw at his forearm.

“Tell me to stop then! Be silly and turn down a free lesson, why dontcha?” Any attempts you make to thrash your way out of Jack’s grasp just stimulate you more, and he’s suppressing a fit of laughter watching you jolt like you’re stuck in a bear trap. When all that’s left for him to knock out of you are little stilted squeals, his resolve softens, and he leans down to kiss your ear.

“I know you can do it. Push yourself up for me.”

The only way out is through. This time, your arms do lock up; blame the unfavorable circumstances. The world narrows to tunnel vision as you watch the board tilt left, then right, with the ringing in your ears making the whole spectacle feel a tinge nightmarish.

Your orgasm hits you hard enough to have Jack choking out an “oh, fuck” that sounds just as strangled as his dick must feel. You can hardly enjoy it over both of your triceps cramping terribly, though you can’t help but feel a little proud of yourself for staying dry when you slump to your elbows halfway through.

As unceremoniously as Jack thuds down at your side, he still instinctively spreads out enough to keep the board steady. He looks about ready to fall asleep, so of course you roll over to bother him.

“Is that how you taught people to surf?”

“Nah, they were way more advanced.”

“Fuck you!” He’s back on his board and paddling out of the inlet in a flash, somehow not flipping yours in the process.

“Sounds like someone doesn’t need any breaks on the return trip!” By some miracle, you manage to grab his leash before he flies past you.

“You’ll tow me back.” Jack spares you a full glance over his shoulder, and there’s an unmistakable streak of you remaining on the left side of his mouth.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m your favorite student.”

[surferblues]

stay in bed | e.p

warnings SHORT, 18+ only minors dni, slight praise kink, dumbificaton, oral,ex!, softdom!elvis, and ofc sexual themes.

pairing boyfriend!elvis presley x fem!reader

He was insufferable. He knew what he was doing, but you were not going to stay in bed - you were not going to give him what he wanted.

With his heavy arm pulling you against his heavy chest, making sure you wouldn't be able to move - it was going to be beyond hard getting out of his grasp without waking him up.

Your's and Elvis's career's weren't much different, with you both being in Hollywood's eye and tabloids for your looks every week - you could say you and him were Hollywood's hottest couple of the sixties.

He had the voice and the pretty looks, and you had the acting and the pretty looks - not much of a big difference. You knew about the bets and flashy headlines put on your relationship and how long it would last.

articles claiming no longer than a month! but you and elvis had surpassed your month anniversary long ago. you two had met filming, him being the lead man and you the starring lady - cliche? very much.

he and you kept your relationship quiet and on the low for a few months, but god, he was head over heels! you were bound to get caught in public smooching, because quite frankly, he couldn't keep his hands to himself!

prime example, being now - the current situation you were in.

you were going to be late fo rehearsal if he didn't release you, if given any other chance, you would love to be in the arms of the man you loved most - anytime but now!

you slowly tried to lift his arms up, being quiet and careful. "Baby stay still," He murmured in a daze, pulling you even closer. Elvis's grazed his arms from where they wrapped around your torso, placing both of his hands on either side of your waist.

"elvis, I've gotta' get up." you pushed his chest away, but with him being much stronger than you - you didn't get far. "no, stay in bed with me." he slightly opened his eyes to get sight of you - pouting his lips .

"you're so pretty in the morning,honey, y'know that?" he cooed groggily, placing kisses on your collarbone as he parted your thighs with his knee.

"elvis, you know im busy today." you groaned, but your words were quickly cut short when you felt his hands grazing towards your lace panties - that and alongside your thin bra were the only things covering your body.

"oh, honey, i can be quick and easy with you." he rasped, cooing at you as if you were sensitive as fine china. he slowly began tampering with your panties, slipping down to your knees - he's done this too many times, he's perfected it by now.

"besides, y'always tell me how good i am with my hands. why let them go to waste?" he chuckled lowly, his cold fingers slithering dangerously close towards your folds.

"don't twist my words." you whimpered, you were in too deep now to refuse him. Elvis slipped two fingers into you without warning, making your jaw drop as you let out a breathy moan.

but before the shout of pleasure could slip from your lips, elvis slickly placed his lips on yours - swallowing the moan.

while his other fingers were pumping in and out of your whole, his hand slithered on your neck as the heated kiss intensified - his thumb pressing down lightly on your neck.

Elvis pulled his fingers out of you and began kissing down your neck to your collarbone, "ill be right back, honey." he winked, leaving you confused and needy. he moved from the side you, and used your parted legs as an advantage.

Elvis positioned himself between your legs, placing bold kisses own your stomach, repositioning himself so he was completely under the blankets now. You felt him peeling your panties down your thighs slowly before his mouth immediately came in contact with your heat.

[loverdollll]

-> masterlist

all fics are 18+ - minors dni. read before requesting. some fics are linked to my main blog. future fics will be linked to this blog.

❥ austin butler masterlist

❥ austin x elvis masterlist (coming soon..)

trying to get to you | 50s!elvis x fem!reader (discontinued)

one. two. three. four.

you were supposed to hate elvis presley, but what happens when you get swept up at one of his concerts and you find yourself having feelings no girl like you should ever be having?

venus as a boy | sub!elvis x afab!reader

it’s the morning after elvis comes back from tour and you decide it’s your turn to take care of him.

baby don't play | sub!elvis x afab!reader

the colonel sets up a “win a date with elvis presley!” competition behind elvis’s back and you decide to take matters into your own hands.

untitled | softdom!elvis x fem!reader

elvis cheers you up on a bad day, even if you were being a little brat.

so good | sub!elvis x afab!reader

elvis sees you licking a lollipop during a meeting with the colonel.

blue hour | 70s!elvis x afab!reader

you get the opportunity of a lifetime to write an article on elvis for his first MSG appearance, but there's just something about that blue suit.

so sorry | 50s!elvis x gn!reader

elvis gets caught getting off to you in the bathroom.

well, goddamn | elvis x afab!reader

reader wants to get spanked by elvis. that's it.

do not disturb | 60s!elvis x gn!reader

elvis has to wear a dress for his role in girl happy but honestly, you don't hate it.

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

♥️ ♠️ Husk ♥️ ♠️

VO(s):

Mick Lauer (Pilot)

Keith David (series)

Theme songs:

Canon:

AU:

Fave quote(s):

“STOP! Fucking Christ! You can cut the act already. It's never gonna work on me. So all you're doing is makin' an ass outta yourself with this fake bullshit."

―Husk, after Angel flirts with him in episode 1x04

Role play:

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me!”

— After Husk noticed Kat’s reaction and raised his eyebrow upwards wondering why she did that before his eyes landed on T.J. and back at Kat where hers had beelined at the hybrid and he slammed the tea towel down from his shoulder. “Not you. Her.” He said to Axel after rambling to himself and pointed a claw at Kat; his gaze set on his now sheepish daughter.

Basics:

Zodiac sign: Leo ♌️ (HC)

<> It just makes sense 1. Because he’s a cat and it would be funny 🤭 and 2. The way he and Angel (who is an Aries and a fire sign) can argue heatedly

Year of Death: 1970s

Age: 60s-70s (biological)

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: -5'2

Bed type: Dominant (softdom 🤭)

Species:

• Human being (formerly)

• Sinner Demon (cat)

Occupation(s):

• Overlord (formerly)

• Concierge & bartender of the Hazbin Hotel

Nationality:

• American (Las Vegas) 🇺🇸

• Part Russian 🇷🇺

<> Accent: Yat (New Orleans)

Likes:

• Angel Dust

• Drinking

• Magic shows

• Smoking

• Gambling

• Authenticity

• Massages

<> Especially on his back

AU:

• Dropping lore out of nowhere 🤣😂

• Angel Dust’s Italian surname 🤭

Dislikes:

• Angel Dust ignoring boundaries 😂

• People being fake

• Angel Dust regressing

• Being a cat

• Alastor (partially)

<> Alastor involving him in his schemes

<> Alastor’s wrath

• Mimzy bringing trouble

• Valentino

• Niffty being overly honest about her interests

<> Niffty’s interest in BDSM

AU:

• Kat playing dramatic music (ie Jaws theme song) in the midst of an argument between Husk and Angel

• People who might negatively disrupt Angel’s progress

<> Husk initially saw Cherri as a bad influence on Angel's path of redemption and advises her not to get high during their night out. He defends Angel from Cherri's criticism about how the hotel was changing him. After the battle against the Exorcists, Husk is happy for Cherri's survival, whom he begins to respect after the fight.

Flaws:

• Alcoholic

• Incapable of love

• Gambler

• Emotional intelligence 😂

• Lost his soul in a game of cards

AU:

• Fuss over Angel Dust about physical contact (even after consented 🤣)

Strengths:

• Strength (physically)

• Observation - Husk can tell the sorts of people who are fake from those who are genuine which can be seen in “Masquerade” when he calls bullshit on Angel Dust’s porno persona

• Sympathy (selective) - Husk may not have a very high EQ (emotional intelligence) but is willing to listen to one’s problems and even give back by being knowledgeable about certain topics, depending what the subject is about

• Confrontation - Husk, similar to above, isn’t afraid to stand up for himself (or someone else) and ready to call “bullshit”

• Self-actualisation

<> Ever since losing to Alastor in a game of cards; it’s implied with Husk saying to Angel Dust “You regret the choices you make” means at some point in his life he’s actually self actualised his actions and regretted them — thus making him become “the wise old bartender who’s seen it all” — and coming to terms with the fact that he’s a loser at heart.

For examples:

<> Husk shamelessly was ready to call Angel Dust fake even after he was challenged 'to do it one more time' in the episode “Masquerade”

<> Another scenario is where he was quite content to confront Cherri Bomb about the hotel not being a problem in Angel Dust’s life

Affiliations:

• Hazbin Hotel (resident and employee)

• The Black Dot (1x04)

• Consent (1x06)

Romantic Interest:

Angel Dust Anthony (canon)

Family:

(surrogate) Daughter: Niffty

(surrogate) Daughter: Crymini (allegedly)

<> Crymini's character was still in development at the time, but Vivziepop has described Husk and Crymini's relationship as akin to a father and daughter during later development streams for the pilot, and has implied that Husk will eventually begin to try and take responsibility for her.

She described their relationship as reminding her of that of Ron and April from Parks and Rec.

AU:

Father-in-law: Henroin (estranged)

Sister-in-law: Molly

Brother-in-law: Arackniss

(surrogate) Sister-in-law: Snow Dust (OC)

(bio) Daughter 1#: Katya Dust (OC)

(Future) Daughter-in-law: T.J. Buckzo (OC)

(bio) Daughter 2#: Luster Dust (OC)

Alias/nicknames:

• Whiskers (by Angel Dust)

<> Babycakes

• Husker (by Alastor & Mimzy)

• Furball (by Mimzy)

<> Pussycat

• The Kitty (by Angel Dust)

• Captain Buzzkill (by Cherri Bomb)

• Porn Critic (by Angel Dust)

AU:

• Sensei (by Angel Dust)

<> Shadowman 🤭

<> Old Man

<> Husky

<> Barkeep

<> Tiny Bartender/ Short-stack 🤣

• Daddy (by Kat)

• Dad (by Luster)

• King of Consent (self-proclaimed)

• Sherlock/Detective (by Kat)

• Henry (AU birthname)

<> Harry

• Grumpy Cat (self proclaimed)

Friends:

• Sir Pentious (former enemy)

• Niffty

• Angel Dust (best friend— TBA)

<> Vivziepop has previously described Husk as Angel's "best friend" during later development streams for the pilot, suggesting that their relationship may be planned to greatly improve

<> In the episode "Masquerade", after Angel opens up about his situation. It is apparent that Husk is expressing more interest in Angel Dust, after seeing that he isn't as shallow as he appears to be. Angel and Husk have formed a special bond through being vulnerable and honest with each other.

Others:

Employees of the Hazbin Hotel (co-workers):

<> Charlie Morningstar (boss)

<> Vaggie

<> Niffty

<> Alastor (owner; former fellow Overlord)

• Egg Boiz (former enemies)

• Cherri Bomb (acquainted)

• Mimzy (acquainted)

• Lucifer Morningstar (acquainted)

Enemies:

• Valentino (one-sided)

• Exorcists

Abilities:

• Multilingualism (more than one or two languages)

<> Italian 🇮🇹

<> Russian 🇷🇺

<> German 🇩🇪

<> Mandarin

<> Chinese 🇨🇳

<> Spanish 🇪🇸

<> Japanese 🇯🇵

• Flight

• Sleight-of-hand

• Agility

• Musical talent

<> Singing

<> Playing the Saxophone (stated by Viv as a fact, but not actually canonically shown yet)

• Molecular Acceleration

• Skilled combat

• Mixology (cocktail-making)

• Intellect 🤭

Appearance & Personality:

Husk is an anthropomorphic avian cat demon. His look is evocative of a magician, paired with a casino referencing playing-card theme. The sclera of his eyes are black, with yellow irises and slitted pupils. He has long, red eyebrows with black vertical stripes near the tips, and a small black heart above each eyebrow.

His fur is taupe-colored, overlayed with white on his face, torso, feet, and upper arms. The insides of his ears are white with a red tip at the point and red heart in the center. A black tuff of fluff protrudes from each, creating the appearance of small hearts.

He has a darker shade of taupe encircling his ankles, mimicking spats. His tail is taupe and long, ending with a large spray of "plume-like" fur or feathers, which are dark pink with black and white stripes. He has yellow-orange hearts underneath the paws on his hands.

His wings are large and red, with dark taupe on the undersides. The undersides of his wings are decorated with black stripes which feature red and white roulette wheel dot markings. His outside of his wings are decorated with more black stripes, which wrap around the joints and run around a row of white roulette wheel dots.

Husk wears black pants with black suspenders over his shoulders and a red bowtie. He also wears a black top hat that has a red hat band and a golden button-like decoration.

How would you describe Husk’s personality?

• Mature

• Knowledgeable

• Apathetic

• Intelligent (psychologically)

• Sarcastic

• Alert

• Short-tempered

• Private

• Confrontational

• Lazy

• Resolute

<> Seen when he would constantly turn down every one of Angel’s sexual remarks

• Patient

Other (rarely):

• Fearful

<> Despite Husk’s apathetic nature (most of the time) he’s actually quite terrified of the fact that Alastor literally has his soul in his hands

• Sympathetic

<> Seen when Husk tried to make Angel Dust feel better shortly after his meltdown about being fake (and before Loser Baby starts)

• Respectful

<> During the song “Loser, Baby” Husk always offered Angel Dust — multiple times— his hand and never physically forced him to do something he didn’t want to (unlike Valentino 🤮)

• Playful (1x08)

• Protective

<> Seen when in 1x06 after Valentino backhanded Angel; Husk was ready to attack him

• Loyal

• Flirtatious (1x08)

<> You cannot tell me Husk wasn’t flirting with Angel in the last episode 🤭

As an overlord (formerly):

• Greedy

• Respected (determinant)

• Arrogant

• Power-hungry

Trivia:

• Husk is falling in love with Anthony not his persona as Angel Dust

• Both Husk & Angel acted like Niffty’s parents

• Husk is seen flying (for the first time since the series started) in episode 1x08 “The Show Must Go On”

<> Hopefully we’ll get more of this in S2 🤭

• Husk would have been 12 years older than Angel Dust (putting them roughly around the same age) if the latter hadn’t died at the age of 30 years old

<> However down in Hell Angel is actually older than Husk (because he died first before him)

• Husk’s voice deepens (more than usual) when he’s flirting with someone *coughs Angel coughs*

• Vivziepop mentioned that Husk's love-heart motif was in part a reference to the fact he is something of a softy on the inside, and "kinda sweet" deep down.

<> She stated that Husk is a cuddler and "a very fluffy, cuddly animal", but, that it's not something that just anyone gets to see, and that ultimately the only person who would get to experience that about him would be a significant other

• Husk is great with children

• Husk is described as the "protective, grumpy, drunk, angry uncle of the group", who loves gambling and cigars. He is a gambling addict and an alcoholic, who is described as actively fighting his gambling addiction in Hell.

• Although, Husk initially appears very distanced from those around him and no longer interested in meaningful relationships beyond his usual bottle of booze, he is shown to be forming a connection to the residents at the hotel. Particularly with Angel and the two can often be seen with each other at the hotel after resolving their tension in the episode "Masquerade". Vivziepop has described Husk as Angel's "best friend" during her later development streams for the pilot. She also implied that Husk may begin to take responsibility for the younger and more delinquent members of the hotel in the future.

References:

Scrolls down to the bottom his relationship with “Cherri Bomb”

[emmymaehereeeeee]

Softdom Elvis who praises reader to overstiming

Elvis had you with your back to his chest, legs spread, his hand over your own helping you get off.

Good girl, take your pointer finger out, yeah, you got it, rub your clit doing such a good job.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your neck.

He continued to help you toy with your clit, slowly moving his own two fingers to your entrance, slowly pumping his fingers into you. “Good girl, yeah keep playing with your clit.” He soon quickened his pace.

“Doing such a good job, looking so pretty with my fingers going in and out of you.” He groaned in your ear, you arched your back, leaning your head back against his shoulder, his words of praise and the way your fingers felt on your clit, sent you over the edge. “Elvis!” You moaned, legs shaking, eyes rolling back into your head, your nails digging into his legs.

“Atta girl, love seeing how good I make you feel.” He mumbled

[mooodyblue]

♡→(18+)elvis presley masterlist

➤ you can imagine the real elvis or the fake elvis if you'd like. all fics under here are 18+ minors do not interact !!!

⭐️ - personal favorite

main masterlist

trying to get to you | 50s!e x fem!reader (discontinued)

part one part two part three part four

you were supposed to hate elvis presley, but what happens when you get swept up at one of his concerts and you find yourself having feelings no girl like you should ever be having?

venus as a boy | sub!elvis x afab!reader

it’s the morning after elvis comes back from tour and you decide it’s your turn to take care of him.

baby don't play | sub!elvis x afab!reader

the colonel sets up a “win a date with elvis presley!” competition behind elvis’s back and you decide to take matters into your own hands.

untitled | softdom!elvis x fem!reader

(requested) elvis cheers you up on a bad day, even if you were being a little brat.

so good | sub!elvis x afab!reader

(requested) I was wondering if you can do one where the reader is licking a lollipop and elvis gets kind of turned on by the way your licking it?? It can be public or in the house!

blue hour | 70s!elvis x afab!reader ⭐️

you get the opportunity of a lifetime to write an article on elvis for his first MSG appearance, but there's just something about that blue suit.

so sorry | 50s!elvis x gn!reader

(requested) I was wondering if you could write an Elvis x reader where the reader walks in on Elvis in the bathroom masturbating and moaning the readers name then he gets all embarrassed and apologize to the reader then the reader says it’s okay and helps him finish by giving him a handjob

well, goddamn | elvis x afab!reader

(requested) reader seeing someone on tv being spanked and the reader gets turned on by it and wants Elvis to spank her but is to shy to ask him but she eventually does

do not disturb | 60s!elvis x gn!reader ⭐️

elvis has to wear a dress for his role in girl happy but honestly, you don't hate it.