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These hands should've hit me by now by Just_some_writing_cat
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
28 Oct 2025
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Angel has a bad day at work. Which in itself isn't anything new, but it is a bad day even by Angel's "bad day" standards. He looks like shit with blood decorating his torn clothes and used up body, and he feels even worse.
Husk, caring as always, tries to help him, but some of his actions don't make sense in Angel's mind no matter how much he wants to understand them. So, Angel does what he does best: flirts, lies and shouts, and tries to push away one of the only people who ever cared about him.
Only when he realizes he might actually manage to do it this time, he's paralyzed by the fear of loneliness and the lack of Husk's warm, comforting paws and golden eyes.
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OR: Angel isn't used to kindness and responds in the worst way possible.
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OR: OR: Angel and Husk fight, because neither of them know how to properly communicate, but then they try to figure it out :>
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04 Apr 2026
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Vox glared at Alastor. “You’re still not planning to tell me a single fucking thing about what to expect in here?”
Alastor leaned back and gave him a long, appraising look, his eyes sweeping down the length of Vox’s body. Vox’s screen felt warm, and he glanced down at his knees as Alastor leaned forward, opened the mini-fridge, and removed a bottle. “Champagne?”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Vox growled. But he took the bottle.
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OR: Alastor cons Vox into being his plus-one at a free use sex party where the stakes are terrifyingly high.
Written for Vox Humiliation Week 2026, day 3. Prompt: free use
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30 Mar 2026
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Angel didn't even have a bad day, but it sure as fuck was exhausting. When Valentino paid him a visit in his dressing room, he already knew by the crawling of his skin and twitching of his hands that his day was about to get worse.
Val's mocking voice and groping hands made Angel want to throw up, but he didn't try to fight them back. He was too fucking tired for that.
(Too weak).
Angel tried to push at the back of his mind just how much Husk would be disappointed. He couldn't ignore it anymore when he got to face Husk, just as much tired and confused.
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OR: yet another fic about Angel having trust and self-worth issues (and Husk being there for him)
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27 Mar 2026
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The antlered monster let his hand run through the feathers of Husk’s wing, ignoring the cat’s terrified pleading. “I’ll do you a favor, Angel,” he hummed, the sigils never wavering around him and the dials now working at a steadier pace. A tinge of familiarity hit Angel Dust as he forced himself up off the ground. The overwhelming sense of control that Alastor held was so much like that of Valentino. “No more of that fruitless flirting anymore. I’ll show you how to get this big kitten to loosen up, all for you.”
Angel took a step towards the bar, his bottom hands making the flat-palmed gesture for Alastor to stop. “H-hold on, Al, I-I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’m sure you didn’t, Angel,” the Radio Demon hummed, claws dancing over those shimmering feathers. His words were free of sarcasm. “But beneath all your camaraderie and sharing the agony of slavery through song, we all know you envy ol’ Husker here, don’t you?”
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Husk and Angel get into a heated argument after a rough day at the studio. After Alastor gets a bottle smashed on his head as a result, he decides to get involved and show Angel a nice trick he learned to get Husk to behave.
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08 Mar 2026
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Stella marches over to him, stopping about a foot away. She grabs his wrist and pulls his hand up, pressing it to her breast. His fingers stiffen against the warmth of her feathers. Grinning at him, she squeezes her talons more tightly around his arm.
“If you care for me at all,” she says, “you will get over yourself and fuck me. And when I eventually pop out an egg, I will be more than happy to stay far away from you and your hideous little ass.”
Stolas swallows around nothing, body alight with shame. As much as he has no choice in this, neither does Stella. It's what their families expect.
“Okay,” he agrees.
Or:
Stolas' experience of sex has always been transactional. After Sinsmas, he struggles to find a balance in his relationship with Blitzø and closes the gap the only way he knows how.
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07 Feb 2026