Husk just made a mistake. That was it. "Now, why don't we try that again?" It was all because of a small clapback, the rough ending to an even rougher day. Maybe Husk had hit a nerve. Maybe Alastor had reached his limit. Chains weighed around Husk's shoulders, draped over his arms and hands like a cloak made of thick metal links. His wings ached as he knelt on the floor in front of his boss. Any wrong move could have him snap a bone, or burn off a feather. He knew from experience. It's always dangerous to be summoned to Alastor's side. Like a game of roulette, he didn't know what he'd land on in terms of his boss's mood. But Husk had inched it further to bad luck tonight, as he always did. Sometimes Alastor didn't give a shit. He seemed to find Husk's grumpy moods entertaining enough. Except, this time, he had refused to smile.

Alastor tapped the end of his cane into the carpet. His den was decked out in hunter's regalia, with the antlers perched over the fireplace, and what looked like remnants of a spinal column laid out on a wooden table, as if the demon had been using it in a personal game of checkers. Overall, more macabre than most places in Pentagram City. Husk gritted his teeth. He swore the manacle was slowly tightening around his neck. With excruciating slowness, Alastor leaned forward, bending just enough to invade Husk's space. There was that wide, obnoxious grin, the kind that slit through the shadows, and then a hand that gripped his chin. Thumb and forefinger shifted to move Husk's lips, showing off sharp canines and a bit of his gums. The sensation of claws just edging into his mouth made him flinch. "Remember! You're never fully dressed without a smile!" Husk would have uttered out a 'fuck you' if he could.

This would also not be the first time Alastor would just do something so humiliating to him. There was nothing to smile about in Husk's life, and Alastor knew that very well. Another stretch of those fingers, and Husk was almost sure the guy was about to rip off his lips so he could have the same perma-grin. "You always have to be such a grouch, don't you? Careful, or your face will get stuck in that frown of yours! Or perhaps it already has! We really need to fix that." Husk growled in quiet rage. Alastor still hadn't let go of him, and the manacle didn't make it easy to just shake off that hand. His mouth was feeling dry. His molars stung with those claws being so near. He tasted salt. It slid from his gums into his saliva, which leaked past his lips from the constant forced smiling. Always making him feel like some animal, always making him undignified. Alastor leered at him, his eyes shining. "Now, Husker. Let's keep smiling." Husk acted out of instinct.

He remembered the crunch of bone between his teeth. The force of it had made his jaw vibrate, sending threads of nausea through his stomach. Then, there was the blood. A surprising amount of it, falling over his tongue and spilling down his chin. He ripped through meat that got stuck in the spaces in his gums, stringy and bitter. Alastor didn't even blink. With his frozen grin, he looked down at his hand, where he was now missing a finger. There was only the spongy look of cartilage, the ribbons of torn flesh, and the cracked white of his bone, all of it right before his knuckle. Husk couldn't even remember opening his own mouth. But he felt the weight of the finger on his tongue, the press of the claw tip just against the roof of his mouth. There was a first for everything, he supposed. Husk waited, still balancing that finger over his teeth. It was disgusting, but he kept his lips pressed firmly shut, keeping it like a souvenir. Alastor was still staring at him, a soft but steadily growing buzz surrounding them like a dark cloud.

Day 3: Muzzle/Amputation (also cannibalism?)

All Alastor wanted from Husk was a smile. But sometimes, pets misbehave. Or they act on instinct.
#HW2025dark #radiohusk #fic

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It's ridiculous that carnivores are hunted by herbivoresーー. On all fours like a beast, Husk ran through the swamp that spread out at the back of Alastor's room. He could hear the sound of blood rushing in his ears. His heart was racing so hard it hurt, and his breathing was rough and erratic. He was running at full speed, but that wasn't the only reason. The fear of being chased drove his body forward. This was the same old game. Between him and his crazy owner. No matter how many times he'd played it, he'd never get used to it. Alastor's shadow danced at the edge of his vision. His sense of approach erased all thoughts. He simply followed his instinct to "run!" and ran between the trees. Husk knew all too well what would happen if he was caught. Alastor once said fear improved the flavor of meat. Husk had never believed that.
To him, this was just play. A twisted game called “hunting.” Just a little fun before dinner.

Husk kept low among the trees, hiding. His legs were shaking and he was already at his limit. Suddenly, he felt a strong impact from behind, and Husk fell into the mud. Alastor landed on him, pinning him down, one knee pressed firmly between Husk’s shoulder blades. "Your feathers are very beautiful, but in a place like this, they could be fatal if they stand out." His breath fell on his ear, making Husk's fur stand on end. The body pressing down on him began to shift, warping with an unpleasant series of sounds.
Bones creaked and joints bent backward with dull, crunching snaps.
His horns twisted unnaturally, rising higher, and radio static echoed across the swamp. The harsh laughter and music mixed together in a distorted, discordant sound. Red eyes glowed behind blackened retinas. The pupils had turned into radio dials. The eyes of a deformed predator that never let its prey escape.

Long, sinewy fingers were placed around Husk's neck. Even without summoning a collar, he was able to easily subdue him with just one finger. Like a trained beast, Husk surrendered control to Alastor. The sharp, yellow teeth sank deep into his shoulder, and he let out an unbearable scream. The sound of flesh being torn apart matched the searing pain, twisting his stomach with nausea. “Ah… exquisite.” Alastor wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, licked it up with his tongue, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. "The meat of a frightened creature has a special taste." And then he continued eating. This wasn’t the first time Husk had been devoured. In the past, he'd fought back and tried to escape. But now, he simply accepted the pain he was given. His mind and body had learned that resistance was pointless. Eventually, darkness overtook his vision, and pain forced his consciousness out of his body.

Day5 Cannibalism
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🔞HW2025Dark Day 4 Prompt - Cow Play

This took so long to color 😩 but alas, here it is 🐄 🐮

#HW2025dark #huskweek #hazbinhotelhusk #hazbin #huskdust #huskerdustnsfw #huskerdust

Valentino is sitting on a small couch, his whole body in frame aside from his head. At his feet, clearly hypnotized and blissed out, sits Dusky, legs and feet chained. Dusky is purring loudly as Valentino scratches under his chin. Dialogue: Val: Vox and I were able to get him sorted. Real sweet thing...shame Alastor got to him first...Stop drooling on Papi's hand, Gatito.

CW: hypno/bondage

Early on in Dusky's porn career under Val, mans was desperate and in need of vices he couldn't pay for.

Val took advantage of that...with precautions because...Alastor 🫢

[ #dusky #hazbinhotel #hazbinhotelhusk #hazbinhotelvalentino #valhusk #leatherboundloversau #HW2025dark ]

[Cw⚠️ love potion, dubcon, mindbreak, pet play, breeding mount]
Despite being a pet-player cow play is not my usual forté so I hope I did it justice 🐄🐮💕
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🔞HW2025Dark Day 3 Prompt - Muzzle

Alastor: He don't bite😈💚

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Day3 Amputation
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Day 2: Crying (1/2)
(TW: suicidal ideation)

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Husk: Al, come on, please, this is embarrassing. Let me clean up.

[Cw⚠️ dacryphilia, watersports/omo, humiliation, dubcon]
Aw, drunk ol’ kitty wet himself 😿
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#HW2025dark #husk #alastor #radiohusk #nsfw #watersports #omo #hazbinhotel #omorashi

🔞HW2025Dark Day 2 Prompt - Crying Face

Slowly getting the hang of that liquid brush for nefarious reasons 😌 like making Husk sticky

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[Cw⚠️ hypnosis/mindbreak, Dubcon, bondage]
A little late for Day 1 of Dark Husk Week starting off with my favorite kink 📺 🌀
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#HW2025dark #husk #vox #voxhusk #nsfw #hypno #bondage #hazbinhotel

Day1 拘束
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🔞HW2025Dark Day 1 Prompt - Hypno/Implied Bondage

Aight, let's see if i can make it through this week 😗

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🥃 #HW2025dark (June 30–July 6, 18+ preferred)! Explore Husk’s dark side with roulette-picked prompts. Tag #HW2025dark & day’s prompt. NSFW optional—use sensitive settings & AO3’s “Mature” tags (e.g., Gore). Any language, late posts welcome! Dive into the chaos! #HazbinHotel #Husk