𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗦.

[mediocremixology]

🃟 RULES 🃟

formulated by Maddox. he/they. 23. NSFW themes present, no minors. CREATED 10.22.23.

independent/canon portrayal of Husker from hazbin hotel. completely unaffiliated with the creator or content.

[mediocremixology]

"Husker!" She sings out his name while approaching the bar, then slides gracefully into one of the seats. "I'd like an Old Fashioned, if it pleases you!"

his head turned and he went to look at the female, eyeing her down briefly before shrugging his shoulders.

“uhh… sure.”

he’ll get right to that. as soon as he can figure out why there’s a female alastor variant thing in front of him.

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

angel grabs his chin and drags him into a long kiss.

--- he breaks, and then flops back against the floor. " and . . . " he raises a single index finger with a still wobbly grin. " i would like a drink. "

[mediocremixology]

he’s adjusting his straps before pulling them up, letting out a huff or two.

“a drink? after that? how ‘bout some water first?”

[hazbinsinners]

" a drink! "

--- he insists happily. he's so fucked out and giddy. " aaaand cuddles. please, kitty cat. "

[mediocremixology]

“tch. okay, babe. go get comfortable somewhere. i’ll bring you your drink and we can cuddle there.”

something sweet coming up.

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

angel grabs his chin and drags him into a long kiss.

--- he breaks, and then flops back against the floor. " and . . . " he raises a single index finger with a still wobbly grin. " i would like a drink. "

[mediocremixology]

he’s adjusting his straps before pulling them up, letting out a huff or two.

“a drink? after that? how ‘bout some water first?”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

jesus christ. yeah.

--- within seconds, his body seizes and he's cumming hard. he lets out a choked moan mixed with a sob of pleasure, eyes shut tightly.

when he finally starts to come back down, he's breathing hard, making up for the lack of air. his eyelids flutter back open, face still bright red.

" . . . woah. "

because what else do you say? fuck.

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<3

his paw lets go but he’s still struggling to keep himself together. as soon as angel says that one word though? done.

he’s breaking, hitting his finish with a wheezy laugh.

“fuck.”

[hazbinsinners]

<3

angel bites his lip as husk properly fills him up.

--- " oh, fuck . . . " he giggles a bit himself. " yeah. yeah. "

he's perhaps just a little fucked out and stupid. that's what he said he wanted, anyways. " huuuusk . . . " he reaches out for him. " c'meeeere . . . "

[mediocremixology]

<3

amber eyes glanced down at the spider, checking him over just in case before he lowered himself down on his elbows, up nice and close to him.

“heh… yes?”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

jesus christ. yeah.

--- within seconds, his body seizes and he's cumming hard. he lets out a choked moan mixed with a sob of pleasure, eyes shut tightly.

when he finally starts to come back down, he's breathing hard, making up for the lack of air. his eyelids flutter back open, face still bright red.

" . . . woah. "

because what else do you say? fuck.

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<3

his paw lets go but he’s still struggling to keep himself together. as soon as angel says that one word though? done.

he’s breaking, hitting his finish with a wheezy laugh.

“fuck.”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

his head nods weakly, allowing his eyelids to flutter closed.

--- his hips push back against husk's own needily, and at the snicker his face goes even redder, if it were possible. " do -- don't . . . stop, " he wheezes body trembling slightly underneath of him.

thank god husk's choking him. otherwise he would be loud enough to draw everyone in the nearby vicinity.

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<3

“don’t stop?”

don’t have to tell him twice! he’s still going at the same pace, huffing softly as he worked at getting to angel’s orgasm before his own. if only he knew his little turn on spots. maybe he should be checking for those.

“but ain’t you gonna cum? huh?”

[hazbinsinners]

<3

the words send another spike of arousal through him.

--- if he keeps talking like that, yes. imminently.

he gives a bit of a pathetic nod of his head, whimpering again. " ple -- please, " he chokes out. he's still trembling, mouth hanging open again. yeah, he's done for. about ten more seconds and he's done for.

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<3

the feline’s tail thrashes behind him and his movement starts getting a bit broken and ragged, eyes rolling back.

“fuck, you’re such a pretty boy… takin’ me so good. look how cute you are impaled on my dick…”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

his head nods weakly, allowing his eyelids to flutter closed.

--- his hips push back against husk's own needily, and at the snicker his face goes even redder, if it were possible. " do -- don't . . . stop, " he wheezes body trembling slightly underneath of him.

thank god husk's choking him. otherwise he would be loud enough to draw everyone in the nearby vicinity.

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<3

“don’t stop?”

don’t have to tell him twice! he’s still going at the same pace, huffing softly as he worked at getting to angel’s orgasm before his own. if only he knew his little turn on spots. maybe he should be checking for those.

“but ain’t you gonna cum? huh?”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

he bites back a whimper of protest, watching instead as husk jacks himself off.

--- that's a good sight. damn.

" but i -- "

and then he shuts up immediately, a choked moan falling from his lips. he's not usually this showy. at least -- not without playing it up on purpose.

nah. this time he just couldn't shut up if he tried.

" you -- you feel so good, baby . . . fillin' me up . . . "

[mediocremixology]

<3

he chuckles at that, shaking his head a few times.

“oh, i ain’t filled you yet. don’t get ahead of yourself.”

husk jested, going to place his paw over angel’s throat, just to give it a nice squeeze. he’ll work into a slow rhythm, to start.

“beautiful boy.”

[hazbinsinners]

<3

it's like husk is out to kill him. holy fuck.

--- he's about to reply with a snarky comment of his own when he's promptly shut up. there's a soft whimper again, his mouth hanging open slightly in a mix of surprise and arousal.

jesus.

the compliments? he's dead. dying. at this point it's not his face anymore, it's a tomato. " husk, " he croaks out. " harder. "

he just wants to test. see what he'll do.

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<3

“harder?”

he repeats in question, already feeling the carpet start to wear at his fur. oh well. god, he’s fucking hard and angel’s making it worse.

his paw squeezes just a bit more, using it as leverage to start pumping his hips rougher.

“good boy…”

[hazbinsinners]

<3

angel's eyes roll back, and his stomach feels warm.

--- god, everything is so warm. his nails dig into his back a bit harder. " husk, oh my god . . . " it's more of a breathless whisper than words.

and the praise? bye. " husk, " he repeats, a bit more frantic this time. he doesn't wanna finish too quick, but . . . he might.

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<3

the way angel’s voice sounds, struggling hard and sounding desperate? it’s enough to spur him further. he isn’t far off from where his spider is at.

“hmm? you close?”

he asked, snickering.

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

he bites back a whimper of protest, watching instead as husk jacks himself off.

--- that's a good sight. damn.

" but i -- "

and then he shuts up immediately, a choked moan falling from his lips. he's not usually this showy. at least -- not without playing it up on purpose.

nah. this time he just couldn't shut up if he tried.

" you -- you feel so good, baby . . . fillin' me up . . . "

[mediocremixology]

<3

he chuckles at that, shaking his head a few times.

“oh, i ain’t filled you yet. don’t get ahead of yourself.”

husk jested, going to place his paw over angel’s throat, just to give it a nice squeeze. he’ll work into a slow rhythm, to start.

“beautiful boy.”

[hazbinsinners]

<3

it's like husk is out to kill him. holy fuck.

--- he's about to reply with a snarky comment of his own when he's promptly shut up. there's a soft whimper again, his mouth hanging open slightly in a mix of surprise and arousal.

jesus.

the compliments? he's dead. dying. at this point it's not his face anymore, it's a tomato. " husk, " he croaks out. " harder. "

he just wants to test. see what he'll do.

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<3

“harder?”

he repeats in question, already feeling the carpet start to wear at his fur. oh well. god, he’s fucking hard and angel’s making it worse.

his paw squeezes just a bit more, using it as leverage to start pumping his hips rougher.

“good boy…”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

he bites back a whimper of protest, watching instead as husk jacks himself off.

--- that's a good sight. damn.

" but i -- "

and then he shuts up immediately, a choked moan falling from his lips. he's not usually this showy. at least -- not without playing it up on purpose.

nah. this time he just couldn't shut up if he tried.

" you -- you feel so good, baby . . . fillin' me up . . . "

[mediocremixology]

<3

he chuckles at that, shaking his head a few times.

“oh, i ain’t filled you yet. don’t get ahead of yourself.”

husk jested, going to place his paw over angel’s throat, just to give it a nice squeeze. he’ll work into a slow rhythm, to start.

“beautiful boy.”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

well, when you say it like that.

--- his back arches again at the breach and he moans again, voice shaky. " husk, fuck . . . " he breathes out, but he stops complaining and squirming, letting husk take over completely, if that's what he wants.

he said he wanted to be used. husk can use him up, that's fine. he can take his time; angel would let him do fucking anything he wanted. husk could spit on his face and angel would thank him for it.

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<3

he’s shimmying out of his suspenders. sorry to all who’ll see cat ass, but he’s got a spider to fuck at the moment. fuck carpet burn.

he’s making sure angel’s nice and prepared. which he is. but husk is enjoying himself.

“that’s right… keep talkin’.”

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<3

talk? god, he's embarrassed.

--- he'd rather hear husk talk. goddamn. the shit he says, the way he sounds --

focus.

he breathes out shakily, hips squirming just a little bit with a quiet whine. " i -- i'm so fuckin' needy, husk, this shit ain't fair, i -- fuck . . . " he doesn't even know what he's saying. " you got me so worked up, need -- need ya t'a fuck me stupid. don' wanna think about anythin' but you. "

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<3

his claws withdraw and he uses them to jack himself just a bit, enjoying the way the mess feels on him. it’s about to get a hell of a lot better, too.

“aww, you wanna talk ‘bout not bein’ fair? you ain’t got the room.”

husk murmured before lining himself up, moving any obstruction away from his main goal. that being: please his partner. a groan comes from his throat when he presses inside.

“shit…”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

well, when you say it like that.

--- his back arches again at the breach and he moans again, voice shaky. " husk, fuck . . . " he breathes out, but he stops complaining and squirming, letting husk take over completely, if that's what he wants.

he said he wanted to be used. husk can use him up, that's fine. he can take his time; angel would let him do fucking anything he wanted. husk could spit on his face and angel would thank him for it.

[mediocremixology]

<3

he’s shimmying out of his suspenders. sorry to all who’ll see cat ass, but he’s got a spider to fuck at the moment. fuck carpet burn.

he’s making sure angel’s nice and prepared. which he is. but husk is enjoying himself.

“that’s right… keep talkin’.”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

he couldn't stop the needy whine that came from him if he tried.

--- he does not give a single fuck where they are right now. does not care they're on the floor in the lobby. so what? who the fuck cares? god himself couldn't say a thing to make angel break out of this moment.

his words only add to the aforementioned soaked state of self, and his head turns to the side slightly as he allows his thighs to spread, just enough to make husk's life a little easier.

" mm-hmm, " he hums out. " 'm always ready for you. "

[mediocremixology]

<3

“ain’t even gotta ask, hmm? you’ll just open yourself up for me?”

it’s a light tease, white claws going to dip between those thighs. he loves being right.

“look at you, so pretty under me, caro.”

yeah, he’ll use that, too.

“god, you must want me so fuckin’ bad…”

[hazbinsinners]

<3

angel had been so turned on for so long that even that one touch alone has his back arching slightly with a soft gasp.

--- words are suddenly hard. he just giggles, trying to hide his red face in his shoulder.

" i do, i do . . . " he breathes out. " mi irriti. non posso prenderlo . . . " his voice comes out in a needy little strung-up whine.

his nails are digging into husk's back, desperate to keep him close.

" per favore, ho bisogno di te . . . " he'll even use manners!

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<3

he chuckles, listening in on that sweet tongue angel has. how nice of him to use manners, too. that definitely gets him some points.

“pretty boy… you make such cute little noises for me.”

husk places another nibble against his throat, purring low against flesh.

[hazbinsinners]

<3

pretty bo --

--- angel is gonna have this man's fucking babies.

he moans -- sorry literally anyone in the general vicinity -- and clings onto him a bit tighter, squirming his hips against husk's fingers.

" per favore, tesoro, per favore . . . " yeah, fuck english. he can't think that hard right now; italian comes naturally.

he leans up to bite at husk's ear again. cause even though he does use manners, he's also a little bitch.

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<3

“don’t get impatient, babe… it won’t be as fun that way.”

yeah, now he’s just being an asshole. he loves watching angel squirm. gives him a whole lot of satisfaction and a raging boner. the nip to his ear caused the auricle to follow his mouth but he breathed out shakily, dipping those claws carefully inside.

“behave, anthony.”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

he couldn't stop the needy whine that came from him if he tried.

--- he does not give a single fuck where they are right now. does not care they're on the floor in the lobby. so what? who the fuck cares? god himself couldn't say a thing to make angel break out of this moment.

his words only add to the aforementioned soaked state of self, and his head turns to the side slightly as he allows his thighs to spread, just enough to make husk's life a little easier.

" mm-hmm, " he hums out. " 'm always ready for you. "

[mediocremixology]

<3

“ain’t even gotta ask, hmm? you’ll just open yourself up for me?”

it’s a light tease, white claws going to dip between those thighs. he loves being right.

“look at you, so pretty under me, caro.”

yeah, he’ll use that, too.

“god, you must want me so fuckin’ bad…”

[hazbinsinners]

<3

angel had been so turned on for so long that even that one touch alone has his back arching slightly with a soft gasp.

--- words are suddenly hard. he just giggles, trying to hide his red face in his shoulder.

" i do, i do . . . " he breathes out. " mi irriti. non posso prenderlo . . . " his voice comes out in a needy little strung-up whine.

his nails are digging into husk's back, desperate to keep him close.

" per favore, ho bisogno di te . . . " he'll even use manners!

[mediocremixology]

<3

he chuckles, listening in on that sweet tongue angel has. how nice of him to use manners, too. that definitely gets him some points.

“pretty boy… you make such cute little noises for me.”

husk places another nibble against his throat, purring low against flesh.

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

he couldn't stop the needy whine that came from him if he tried.

--- he does not give a single fuck where they are right now. does not care they're on the floor in the lobby. so what? who the fuck cares? god himself couldn't say a thing to make angel break out of this moment.

his words only add to the aforementioned soaked state of self, and his head turns to the side slightly as he allows his thighs to spread, just enough to make husk's life a little easier.

" mm-hmm, " he hums out. " 'm always ready for you. "

[mediocremixology]

<3

“ain’t even gotta ask, hmm? you’ll just open yourself up for me?”

it’s a light tease, white claws going to dip between those thighs. he loves being right.

“look at you, so pretty under me, caro.”

yeah, he’ll use that, too.

“god, you must want me so fuckin’ bad…”

[hazbinsinners]

❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜

( @mediocremixology )

that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.

--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "

[hazbinsinners]

<3

angel's eyes blow wide, and he swallows.

--- holy fuck. he's very glad he doesn't have a dick right now.

" you -- " he's struggling to keep himself together. it's only a little bit pathetic. " you are, babe. fuck. " he giggles a bit, face still flushed. " i like it when you'a rough with me. thought i just sucked it all outta you, though. 'm impressed. "

he resists the old man joke. but barely.

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<3

“nah. i can handle a few rounds.”

he purred in reply, eyes taking in his boyfriend’s figure. skirt? easy access.

“it’d be pathetic if i could only take one. i’ll go as long as you want me to,”

his head tips down so he can whisper to the pretty spider, huffing his breath against his throat before pecking a few kisses there.

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< 3 !! !! !

angel is so turned on it almost hurts.

--- he can't quite hold back the small whimper and shudder his body does as husk whispers to him, and his arms come up to wrap around his body.

" you think i'm such a pretty fleshlight, baby, why don't you go ahead an' use me? i got more holes than jus' my mouth, sugar. "

he leans up as much as he can to gently nip at husk's ear. " i can get you off 'til you'a totally spent. til there ain't nothin' left'a you. my body's all you'as. i'll do whatev'a you want. anythin'. "

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<3

“sounds like a good fuckin’ time, legs.”

he replied in a whisper against his throat, going to lick a strip along that place before pressing a gentle bite down. his paw that isn’t holding his pants up is working its way to that tight little skirt.

“bet you’re just fuckin’ soaked under this, huh? all waitin’ and ready for me?”