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Another year, another Sinsmas, and Blitzø can't help but reflect on how life has changed for him. It's while lost in thought, cleaning up the kitchen after hosting another Sinsmas, that a certain owl informs him that there's one last Sinsmas gift he's yet to give Blitzø.
“Meet me in our bedroom in twenty.’”
If words could light someone on fire….
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Stolas wants Blitzø to fuck him full of cum as if he's an overflowing stocking on Christmas morning, preluded by some heartfelt self-reflection.
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28 Dec 2025
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So basically it's Cinderella but it's Huskerdust and Angel is Cinderella, and Husk is the prince. Info in the story! NO SMUT! (: m because it talks about being SA'd a lot. It's a Cinderella retelling of Huskerdust but the first four chapters are pretty dark.
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16 Dec 2025
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- Huskerdust Human AU -
Husk's life turned upside down when self-proclaimed famous model Anthony enters his bar for the first time.
Angel's life turned upside down when he realized that 'Husk's' might be the one place where he can live his life the way he truly wants to.
It's a dance of lies, love and pain, until the two finally find the one thing they both crave most. Trust.There's lots and lots of angst in this, but also a lot of comfort. So if that's your cup of tea, you've come to the right place :)
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13 Dec 2025
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Angel thinks he knows what to expect when Husk goes down on him, until the grumpy cat demon shows up with a blush, a talented tongue, and a surprising grasp of Italian.
What starts as heat turns into something far more vulnerable, leaving Angel exposed in every way that matters.HuskerDust’s first time: tender, messy, emotional, and very, very hot.
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- Part 1 of In Tune
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07 Dec 2025
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He stepped into the shadows, eyes adjusting to the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. There—by a pile of toppled crates—sat something small, pale, and trembling. Angel blinked. “Uh… the hell?”
It was a child. No older than a toddler. Tiny feathered wings curled around their body. Each feather shimmered faintly, a soft, pearlescent glow that had no business existing in Hell’s grime. A halo, cracked and faint, hovered weakly above their downy hair. The kid hiccupped and peeked up, eyes wide and wet.
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When Angel Dust stumbles upon an abandoned fledgling angel crying in a Hellside alley, the last thing he expects is to become its reluctant caretaker.
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17 Oct 2025