hiya, i'm rogi. this is the sideblog of my main acct
I'll be very real this is where i'm posting my writing for fandoms (with alot of it being smut!!!). My main is where all of the other thoughts go, this is where the fat schlongs are. that's honestly about it.
Please write asks if you want me to write anything!! headcannons, one shots, little blurbs, whatever. All i ask is that any smut you ask for is MLM or gender neutral reader (i'm a gay gay lmao) about one of my interests I list below. Also I'll write cis male reader x character unless you specify/really want afab reader (i'll make an attempt at writing it but I've never really done it before, so i probably won't be great)
writing masterlist (barebones for now)
Fandoms i'll write for + characters i’m obsessed with in general order of pref:
Hazbin Hotel (Husk is my #1 + i do love a little huskerdust or huskerdust x reader)
The Bad Guys (Mr. Wolf)
Sam & Max
VALORANT (cyphmen + occasional yoru x pheonix + also kay/o x pheonix?????)
Dispatch (the bat wants that mentally ill twink.........)
it's 4am but tomorrow morning i wanna try and break the writers block/slump i've been in
anyone with an idea for a husk x gn/masc reader smut fic with the cat being a pervy old man please slip them into my askbox and i'll gladly try and write them :)
Inspired by some fanart, I wrote about Husk stealing your pillow and doing gross NSFW things with it
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Husk notices that you left your pillow on the lobby couch. It obviously belongs to you; even if not for the unique pattern on your pillowcase, he recognizes your scent on it, a delicious blend of your soap and your natural scent.
A wicked thought starts swirling through his mind. No, he couldn't- you'd absolutely notice it was gone- but no one's around to see, there's no reason anyone would suspect him-
And that's how he ended up with your pillow in his room. He's laying back with the pillow hugged to his chest and face, tail waving and wings fluttering as he takes deep breaths against the fabric. It's the same scent that drives him crazy whenever you sit with him at the bar, now stronger than he could have ever imagined in all those dreams where he held you tight.
He lightly scratches at the pillowcase, wishing it was your clothing beneath his claws. In his head, he's holding you close as you both dance together in the moonlight. He's lightly tugging at your clothes as he kisses your lips, drowning in your scent and taste... he's wondering if there's anything he can say that would allow him to remove your outfit and pull your skin against his bare fur-
His cock starts throbbing uncomfortably in his pants. Fuck. Well, he's alone... may as well take care of it. He undresses himself just enough to free his cock from his pants and starts stroking it, his other arm still clutching the pillow and huffing the scent.
Your body is grinding against him as he kisses and huffs at your neck, his claws threatening to tear your top from your body so he can feel you, fuck this fabric for being in the way-
He tears a gash into the pillowcase and the pillow with his clutch. Shit, shit, shit! He can't return this to you like this! Maybe he can ask Niffty to repair it- how is he going to explain to her how this happened?!
More wicked thoughts are entering his mind. If the pillow's already ruined...
He sits up and settles the pillow in front of him. A brief flicker of sense tries to get his attention. You aren't really about to do this, are you, Husk?
He moves his hips forward so that he's sitting on the pillow, and starts slowly grinding his bare cock against it. Fuck, it's so soft and smooth... it's not exactly the first time he's gotten himself off with a pillow, but the knowledge that it's your pillow, covered in your scent, is driving him crazier than he's felt in a long time.
With a growl, he pins the pillow to the bed as he ruts against it - ruts into you. Your scent is filling his brain, draining his sense of where he is and what he's doing. He's with you. That's all he can think about. You're underneath him, moaning and bucking into him, begging his name-
He bends over to hug the pillow tight as he continues rutting into it. It's so soft- you're so soft! He takes a deep breath and purrs loudly. He begins licking at the pillow- at your skin, savoring your taste-
He ruts faster, you're moaning his name louder-
"I love you, baby..." he groans to no one as he thrusts, as you tighten around him- "Please cum for me-"
You scream and squeeze him tight, fingers gripping his feathers, and he can't stop thrusting- he's so fucking close, it needs to happen soon, it needs to happen inside you-
He cries your name into his empty bedroom as his seed drains onto your pillowcase. He keeps rutting against the warm, wet spot, the sensation helping him better imagine that he's really inside you. It isn't long before he has nothing left to give, and he collapses on top of the pillow, his wings and tail wilted, his breaths labored.
His own scent is mixed nicely with yours now.
He keeps the pillow for a few more days, making love to it at every opportunity. He's always fully disgusted with himself when he's busy considering the act and while he's comprehending what he's just done, but in the moment, all shame is dampened by how badly he needs you.
His heart sinks in disappointment the day he realizes he can no longer find your scent on the pillow, the stench of his own filth now taking it over completely.
A few days after that, you casually mention that you left a pillow in the lobby about a week ago, and you wonder what happened to it. It wasn't important, really, but it's still weird that it vanished.
Me stepping out of the optometry office after slamming four lokos with the doctor and immediately meeting the love of my life (but I have social anxiety)
Okay but how awful would it be if he knew you were holding back and hiding your wants and desires from him and he just pins you down and won't let up until you're honest with him. He's firm yet gentle in his patience, reassuring you with sweet words and kisses. Even if you start to cry from the shame of wanting, he'll dry your tears but still won't relent until he hears your desires. Maybe he even plays the emotional angle, that it hurts to know you're not telling him everything, and he wonders if he's not trustworthy, that he isn't enough for you to be completely yourself with him.
And then the way his heart just explodes and his face lights up when you finally say it in some meek, tearful voice. Kissing your face and telling you over and over that it's okay and of course he's going to give whatever it is for you just so long as you say it again
me cumming? boring. pathetic, even. i can do that whenever i want.
someone else cumming? hot. i’ll watch every second. i want to know what makes them squirm and forget how to speak. and we’ll keep going until they can’t take it anymore.
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