stop trying to make every single drawing a magnum opus. you cannot unleash your art ult until you charge it up with a bunch of shitty little doodles first.
I don't know if you've received this suggestion before or if you've already written about it, but, a silly and tender moment of Husk and his lover, like him tickling her/him?
I've never written about full-on tickling, but couples laughing together is always delightful~
A quiet moment of cuddling, your head tucked up under his chin and his paws absentmindedly roam your body... it's a moment without sound or thought, just silently enjoying each others' presence...
A giggle escapes your lips as his claws drift over your side in just the right way. "Hey!"
"Sorry, doll. Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. Just tickled."
Oh, his smirk in response to that... he loves to hear your laughter, and if it's not going to hurt you, then...
He starts off slow, testing the waters. Claws circling over your sides, making you bury your face in his chest to muffle your laughter. But where's the fun if he can't hear you? He moves his claws faster, and your laughter grows louder as you shudder against him and grip his suspenders.
If you thought his claws were bad, don't forget, he has feathers. His feathered tail is dragging up the back of your leg, seeking a weak point.
"Husk!" you squeal as he brushes over the back of your knee. Now he knows to keep dusting his tail over that spot as he moves his paws faster, exploring spots on your belly and back and seeking more weak points.
What if you start squirming too much? He'll have to pin you. Husk lays you on your stomach and sits on your thighs, tickling your sides and hips and feathering your knees as you wheeze laughter into the mattress.
Fuck, he thinks you're so cute like this, laughing and vulnerable...
"S-stop! Okay, stop!" you gasp out, making him immediately withdraw his paws and tail from your skin. He stays on top of you, though, as you lay your head on its side and gasp for breath. As you gather yourself, Husk lays on top of you and stretches himself out.
"You're so fuckin' cute," he purrs in your ear before pressing a gentle kiss to it. His purr continues rumbling as he rests his chin on your shoulder and lets his eyes drift closed. You're content to lay under his weight, caged in by his strength, softness, and warmth.
A blush heats your cheeks as you consider asking him for another round of tickling later...
Heya! I'm excited that you're doing prompts! Can we have Husk x reader with kiss 9 please?
Like Nobody's Around
9. a first kiss (husk)
fluff(y romance)
you've made it a habit to go down to the hotel's bar when you can't sleep. you end up in an encounter with the resident bartender and some feelings rise to the surface among both of you.
tags: gn!reader, fluff, first kiss, mutual pining, husk is very soft and sweet
[also to the mystery person who requested this one: i didn't focus super hard on the kiss itself but more on the buildup. sorry if that's not what you meant in your request!!]
~1k words under the cut
There was only one place you went at night when you couldnât fall asleep: the hotelâs bar.
It wasnât because you wanted to get drunk, you felt it made it harder for you to fall asleep when you were drunk, but because of the man running it. Husk often found himself back down at the bar; he came down around 1 a.m every night to get a glass of Irish whiskey or scotch. You didnât understand how it helped him considering he was always drinking but you never asked.Â
You crept down the main stairs in the lobby, carefully avoiding the creaky stairs that youâd found through trial and error in previous nights. The moonlight filtered through the windows was the only real light you had, as Husk actually wasnât down here tonight. Your heart sank a bit at the realization.
As you walked over to the bar, flicking on a light and pouring a basic beer into a glass (you didnât want to attempt to mix a drink yourself with no bartending experience,) you thought about where you stood with the cat; you were friends, which was something you would never have thought would happen when you first interacted with him, but you felt something⌠closer? You didnât know how to properly describe it, but it felt like there was something more than friendship between you two. You walked back around the bar and sat on a stool. The darkness was comforting in a way; you were the only person awake in hell. At least, thatâs what it felt like.
ââCoulda made yourself something nicer.â You nearly jumped at his voice piercing through the silence. You looked up and to the right at the source of the noise: Husk. Your shoulders dropped back down when you realized who it was.
âWell Iâm not a master bartender like you are, so I played it safe.â You knew he hated when you called him a âmaster bartender,â but you did it to mess with him.Â
âEhh⌠âts not that hard. Canât give me much credit for that.â He got down the stairs and went behind the bar. You didnât really know what he was making, both due to your lack of bartending experience and the darkness in the room.
Husk seemed to read your mind when he flipped the lights on behind the bar. They werenât too bright, only casting a small glow around the immediate bar area. He finished making his drink, which you realized was just vodka in a glass, and walked back around the bar to the stool next to you.Â
When he sat down he took a sip of his drink. There was no reaction, it looked like he was taking a sip of water. He put the glass back down and leaned over onto the bartop. His elbow fell onto the wood and he propped his head up with his paw. He just looked at you. There was a certain look in his eyes that you couldnât make out; it was inquisitive, like he wanted to ask you 100 different questions at once, but he also looked like he was in awe. The biggest celebrity in hell was sitting right in front of him and he was going to take in every inch.
âHowâd a pretty thing like you find yourself in hell?â His voice was silk, commanding an answer.
A breath quickly left your throat in surprise, âa pretty thing- what?â You really didnât believe what he said. Heâd never made a move on you before.
âŚat least, you thought he hadnât.
âAh forget it,â he said, pushing himself back off of the bar top. He took another swig of his drink. âJust an old drunk â forget I said anything.â He said it with a chuckle, like he thought what he said was completely silly.
But something about the way the lights from the bar fell onto his face made you think otherwise. The moonlight seemed to brighten, making the fur on Huskâs back glow. His golden eyes beamed with a light that only seemed to appear when he was around you.Â
You felt like such an idiot. It was so clear what you two were, yet you refused to acknowledge it. You were tip-toeing around each other, seeing who would fall first; who would say it first: who would admit they were in love with the other first.Â
Husk looked back up with an expression that could only be described as a very happy shock. He started to lean forward⌠You started to lean forwardâŚ
And you met in the middle, his head tilted to the side and both pairs of lips connected. His tongue stayed safely in his mouth, not prodding for anything more. He put on the perfect amount of pressure. This cat was very clearly an experienced kisser. Not that you hadnât already known that from his late night rambling on his days as an overlord. His lips werenât the smoothest, which you expected, but his breath tasted strongly of alcohol, smoke, and something distinct to Husk.Â
As soon as it started, Husk pulled back. His pupils were dilated, large black circles now hiding most of the gold behind them. The white fur on his face had a red tint to them, which only made the old drunkard cat demon more endearing than you already found him.
You looked down into your lap trying to process what just happened. Out of the corner of your eye it looked like Husk was getting worried. Maybe he was worrying about whether you were ready for that. Maybe heâd pressured you into it.Â
You giggled to yourself before quickly leaning into him for another kiss, hands on both sides of his head.
Can I request Husk, Vox, Alastor with reader who drunkenly cofess their love to them? I adore drunk confessions!
I am back from the dead!
I am happy to be back and writing though. Hope everyone is doing well!
Characters listed: Alastor, Vox, Husk.
Warnings: None.
Husk
HonestlyâŚit feels almost inevitable that you would drunkenly confess to Husk. The main times you got drunk were around him after all.
Didn't make you feel any less embarrassed, of course.
But as for Husk he's justâŚconfused at first.
He looks around to see who it was you were actually trying to confess to.
It doesn't occur to him that it is, in fact, him.
His gut reaction is to deny, to push you away.
Tell you you don't even know what you're saying, trying to brush your confession off.
But you are very adamant and it eventually sinks in that drunk or not, you meant what you said.
He's very flustered as he tries to help you to bed, his heart pounding as your words replay in his head.
He promises to talk to you about it in the morning when you're sober.
But you end up having to bring it up first when morning comes.
Part of him is afraid that you hadn't really meant it, and he would have felt foolish asking.
âFor a bartender youâre shit at reading signals.â You slur, leaning over the bar with a foolishly excited grin on your face. Said bartender laughs and shakes his head. âHow did you come to that conclusion? I read everyone right.â He teases with a raised brow, but your reaction is almost immediate, a scoff as you lean back, holding onto the edge of the bar to keep yourself from falling.
âYou canât be that great because you never once clocked that I have feelings for you.â You drunkenly roll your eyes as you pull yourself back to the bar to smile at him, only vaguely aware of what youâve confessed. But Husk is more than aware, his eyes blinking rapidly as if that would somehow make what you said make any more sense. MaybeâŚhe turns around, looking at the rest of the bar as if there had been some secret person hidden in a corner you were actually talking to. Perhaps a hidden camera? A prank?
âI mean I was just joking butâŚyou really didnât know? I really thought you knew.â You laugh, curling your drink closer to your chest and laughing more, not noticing the slight crestfallen look on Huskâs face at first.
âJoking about the reading thing. Not the feelings thing. I really thought you knew, you just couldnât figure out how to let me down easy.â You chuckle again, taking another sip.Â
Heâs quick to shake his head, narrowing his eyes as he looks you over for any sign of deceit.
âYou clearly have had too much. Iâm cutting you off and getting you to bed. You donât have any idea what youâre saying.â He shakes his head again, huffing as he rubs his temple, desperately trying to fight the building hope he feels.
âDrunk thoughts are sober words! Oh wait. No. It goesâŚ.Drunk words are sober thoughts? I think?â You mumble as he crosses the threshold and slings one of your arms over his shoulder as he helps you to your room.
âYou really donât believe me?â You sound much more aggravated than he expected.
âMy words wonât change in the morning. Perhaps Iâll be a bit more embarrassed about how honest I was. But theyâll still be my words.âÂ
You were so focused on putting your words together you didnât realize how quickly you had reached your door.
How odd.
The next thing you actually remember is the sun shining through your window, painfully so as you groan and roll over away from the light. Youâre too hungover to even really startle when you hear a chuckle in your room, but you crack an eye open enough to see itâs just Husk in a chair by your bedside, medicine and water in hand.
âThought you might need this.â
You look at it a moment before sighing and sloppily grabbing for it, drinking the water down as well with the medicine.
âI still mean it. That I have feelings for you, by the way. If you donât believe me, ask Angel how many times he and I have talked about ways to make you notice me.â You manage to get out before rolling over and curling up into your covers again.
Which is for the better, Husk thinks. He certainly knows he doesnât want you to see the startled look on his face, the way his ears twitch in confusion and excitement, or the way his tail swishes about from a happiness he hadnât dared to let himself dream of.
Vox
It starts with you two drunkenly insulting each other for fun.
No harm, no foul. There's very little off limits for you two, and you both know which touchy subjects to avoid.
Plus, most people were too afraid of Vox to insult him to his face, so it was a refreshing and silly change when you two did this.
But then your insultsâŚchange, and it's weirdly both complimentary and insulting.
At first he thinks you're joking, but then he realizes you're actually upset and then he's even more confused.
He hadnât said anything that should have actually made you angry.
But then he realizesâŚyou seem mad atâŚyourself?
Heâs about to ask what the hell is wrong with you when he hears theâŚadmittedlyâŚbackwards sounding confession, both insulting and praising him all at once.
âYou have that fake charismatic smile plastered on your face all the time! Iâm surprised the image isnât burned into your screen!â You laugh, shortly before he joins in.
âLeast Iâm not dumb enough to see a feather duster and mistake it for Valâs feather! Imagine, me startled by a feather duster, I could never.â Vox is laughing, and even though that has happened to him as well, he certainly wonât admit to it.
âHey! It had the exact same coloration! Not my fault! Least Iâm not too stupid to realize when someone has a crush on me!â You scoff, and he laughs at first before looking confused.
âNah, thatâs not a good insult. I am very aware of my secretaryâs crush on me. I donât give a shit.â He raises a brow, looking at you. Youâre backpedaling almost immediately, not realizing how easily you had given yourself away. Youâre already beginning to mentally curse yourself for making such a foolish slip up.
But Voxâs expression changes from confused to the same type of predatory he gets when he knows he has a sale in the bag.
âUnlessâŚ? You meant someone else had a crush on me that I wasnât aware of?â He hums nonchalantly, leaning across the table and laying his screen into his hand as he looks at you. You only seem to fluster more, looking around for any possible distraction or way out, but your attention is brought back by the sound of his claws rapping against the table in impatience, that stupid smug smile still on his face.
â....M-MaybeâŚâ You mumble, looking down and away now, but the hand making noise against the table stops almost immediately and cups your chin, pulling you to look at him. No hiding.
âPerhaps I can fix that then? The not realizing someone has a crush on me bit?â He teases, and there is something both dastardly mischievous and honest in his next words.
âBesides, youâre just as stupid for not realizing someone has a crush on you back.â
Alastor
It happens after a night of drinking and dancing to jazz.
Well, during, is when it starts.
Both pleasantly drunk on whiskey, you more so than him.
You casually admit it, hardly even aware youâve confessed.
But he is painfully aware, unsure if youâre genuine or, like every other sinner, attempting to get something out of him.
But youâve always been soâŚridiculously honest and genuine in Charlieâs program. Itâs hard to imagine you even saying a white lie, let alone a manipulative one.
He decides to test it in the morning, getting unusually close to you to see your reaction.
Surely if you were simply trying to be manipulative you would be afraid, trying to fool the radio demon himself?
âOh I love this one! Just one more dance!â You laugh, your grip on his hands tightening. An action that would normally annoy him with others, but with you was almostâŚpleasant.
âAh, you know me. How can I ever say no to a Glen Miller song?â He hums, chuckling as he spins you before bringing you close to him again, arm wrapping around your waist a moment in the middle of the energetic and fast paced number.
You lay your head into the crook of his shoulder and grin to yourself.
âMy, my, are you losing energy? Already?â Alastor canât hide the amusement in his voice, nor does he want to as he continues to sway with you to the music.
âOh no, never. JustâŚenjoying dancing with my love.â You say it almost absentmindedly, without quite realizing what youâve said. But even muffled against his lapels, he hears it, and freezes for just a second before continuing his movements.
âYour love? You say?â He asks curiously, eyes almost boring into you as he waits for a response. You tilt your head back just enough to look at him, hands still rested in his.
âMy love? Oh. Did I say that out loud? Fuck.â You frown a moment, the pout you wear almost adorable despite how infuriated you were with yourself.
âLanguage.â He playfully reminds you, spinning you in a way that makes the room spin so much faster than it already was.
âYeah I speak one.â You slur out, hands gripping onto the lapels of his suit and clinging to him once youâre spun back to him.
But this just makes him laugh, whole heartedly and unabashedly.
âI think itâs time to head back.â
He knows itâs silly to interrogate you in your current state, but still, you babble as he helps you back to the hotel.
âWhatâs the point of even liking the big bad radio demon? Nothing will come of it.â You laugh, clinging to him as you stumble alongside him.
âOh? Well I think it depends on how much you like the âbig bad radio demonâ.â He is clearly bemused as he listens to you, still aware enough himself to get you both back safe and sound.
âLike? Love. Romantic feelings. Whatever. Iâm sure itâs all unrequited. These lovely dances with you are probably the closest Iâll ever get to that fantasyâŚâ You mumble, sighing to yourself as you finally cross the threshold into the hotel lobby.
The sight of you two practically attached at the hip is nothing new, so barely anyone even bats an eyelash at the sight of it now.
However, unlike previous times heâs helped carry you back, his smile is decidedly strained, deep in thought as he analyzes everything he can about this interaction, and previous ones.
Was this genuine? Highly unlikely. Or was it simply a ploy to gain a favor from him? A loyalty you could utilize and take advantage of?
However in all the time heâs known youâŚthat seemedâŚunlikely.
Surely you couldnât have truly meant it? Surely just a silly thought that flitted across your mind as the two of you danced. But still, he helps you to your room, careful to help you into bed, and assuring you he would bring water and medicine in the morning.
When the morning comes and you awaken, you feel a flush come across your face immediately as you remember what you confessed the night before. You groan into your pillow, burying your face in it in a vain attempt to suffocate yourself, but you just hear a familiar and jovial laugh from nearby.
âOh my dear! That isnât how you suffocate someone at all!â Alastors laughs, throwing his head back before smiling at you.
You dare to open an eye, looking at him curiously.
â...Do you remember last night?â You ask cautiously, but he just leans closer, until his lips are just a breath away from yours.
Sitting next to husk on the couch watching an old pirated movie as he shifts uncomfortably, his hands trying to reach a spot on his back. you side eye him, your hand/claw slowly reaching up between his wings and start scratching softly almost more like petting and he starts purring like extremely loud and is also super embarrassed because of said purring.
How they show affection to you throughout the relationship
TW: AFAB Reader, Sexual implications, Cringey men, MY SHITTY ASS WRITERS BLOCK
Lucifer
In the beginning, your story together was anything but perfect. He held unyeilding views about sinners, and in his eyes, you were nothing more than a psychopathic killer, a hopeless drug addict, or even, heaven forbid, a demonic radio host.
Yet somehow, you brought joy into his life. Your corny puns and lighthearted jokes became the new normal for his troubled soul. You consistently put him first, even when you didnât have to, your calm, gentle smile illuminating the darkest corners of his small world.
It truly began with the small gesturesâspecial nicknames that he lovingly crafted just for you. One fateful day, he became visibly upset when Charlie dared to use the same nickname. He sulked for days, unable to shake off the irritation that someone else had used his personal nickname he made just for you.
As your connection deepened, he began expressing his feelings through lingering touches. Afraid to voice the vastness of his emotions, he sought to convey his affection subtly. He would hold your hand a fraction too long during exchanges, his fingers brushing against yours with a hesitant familiarity. When he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his fingers lingered against your skin just a moment longer. He would pull you close, his hand resting possessively around your waist, silently claiming you as his own.
Eventually, the weight of his unspoken feelings became too much to bear. He opted for indirect confessions, praising your beauty and grace instead of uttering the words "I love you," which once led to heartache. He swept you off your feet, whether in a playful dance or as you strolled through the infernal streets of Hell, reveling in the joy of simply being together.
The moment of true confession came unexpectedly while Kattie Killjoy was out on the road with her camera crew. She stopped you both, curious about the new sinner who had captured King Lucifer's attention. Without a momentâs hesitation, he pulled you into a passionate kiss, declaring to the Hell's rings that you were his.
That kiss sparked a meaningful conversation about the future of your relationship and the love that had been quietly brewing between you for so long. From that moment, Lucifer began guiding you, helping you find your footing as Hell's next queen, all the while cherishing the fact that you chose to stand by his side.
Alastor
He didnât hate you; instead, he regarded you as a mere playthingâa soul eager to make a deal, much like countless others before you. To him, people were simply pawns in a grand game, assets he could exploit over time. Yet, he never anticipated the profound impact you would have on his life.
Your calm presence was soothing, like the perfect Jazz song on a long night. You found joy in learning about his past, willingly immersing yourself in the world of Jazz, and becoming an enthusiastic participant. It warmed his heart to know he had at least one dedicated listener who wasnât bound to him by ownership.
He couldnât help but notice the way your hands lingered near him, a delicate dance of respect and curiosity. Your decision to take up dancing lessons at Mimzyâs work didnât go unnoticed either. He appreciated your efforts far more than he would ever admit, silently cherishing the way you sought to connect with him.
It quickly became apparent to everyone in Hellâsave for the two of youâthat something special was blossoming between you. Your every move was shadowed by a newfound intimacy, and Alastor always seemed prepared with an extra outfit for dancing, making it almost too easy for others to see the affection that was growing between you.
Alastor, recognizing your hesitation to risk hurting him, decided to take the plunge and make the first move. He whisked you away to Mimzyâs dance hall, where you spent the night twirling and swaying together. While dancing was not unusual for you two, it was during the slow songs that he drew you impossibly close, enveloping you in a warmth that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
The truth of your shared feelings came to light when Rosie danced by and playfully remarked on how cute and deadly the two of you appeared together. With a broad smile illuminating his face, Alastor looked down at you, and before you could process the moment, he captured your lips in a searing kiss.
This kiss ignited a whirlwind of chaos around youâa symphony of Mimzyâs complaints, Rosieâs laughter, and the distant hum of TV static as carnage erupted in the streets, instigated by an irate man who had glimpsed a glitchy, blurry photo of your exchange. Although the man who snapped the picture met a swift end, the image ultimately found its way into Voxâs hands, setting off a chain reaction of consequences.
Adam
He was the first man, the quintessential figure, the one and only Adam of the Garden of Eden. With an aura of irresistible charm, he dismissed the notion of singular love or romance, believing he needed a multitude of women to satisfy his desires. Sweet, innocent feelings had no place in his worldâat least, thatâs what he thought.
Little did he know, you were slowly weaving your way into the fabric of his heart. You were the epitome of a perfect angel, obedient and charmingly polite. Initially, he found your demeanor a tad annoying, but as night fell, his imagination transformed you into the devoted wife he never knew he craved.
Over time, his nicknames for you evolved from crude jests to tender pet names, each one reserved solely for you. If anyone dared to inquire about this softer side, he would scoff, brushing it off as if it never happened. The same went for the fleeting touchesâhis instinct to stand closely behind you, resting his head on yours or your shoulderâhe would never confess to being utterly smitten.
His feelings became undeniable when even the mere mention of Eve or Lilith in your presence ignited a fierce jealousy within him. He yearned to shout from the rooftops that you were the oneâthe "it girl" who had captured his heart. You were his forever, the beginning and the end.
To solidify these feelings and coax you into his embrace, he made it his mission to cling to you, undeterred by gossip or judgment. He wanted you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his devotion to you matched yours to him.
The pivotal moment that brought your lips together was orchestrated by Lute, who quite literally pushed you into Adam. Just as he was grappling with cold feet, he found himself frozen in place, your wide, sparkling eyes locked on his. In a whirlwind of surprise, Lute nudged you forward, and as he instinctively caught you, one hand on your lower back and the other tangling in your hair, he realized your hands were resting on his chest. In that electric moment, your lips met, sealing a connection neither of you anticipated.
From that day forward, Lute took immense pride in her matchmaking skills. Whenever Adam wasnât around, she reveled in bragging about how she had transformed the notorious âmassive assholeâ into a devoted boyfriend, silencing his incessant boasts about his past conquests. This victory was a personal triumph for her and a welcome relief for the other exorcists, who were finally spared from his relentless chatter about your perfect form.
Husk
He had never been on the lookout for loveânot even before his untimely demise. To him, it felt like a distant fantasy, something lost in the chaos of his life. As a gambling man with a penchant for risk, he often found that women were put off by his reckless ways and his struggle with alcohol.
But then you entered his life, and it took far too long for him to realize that his drinking had lessened, replaced by an increasing fascination with you. You became his unexpected remedy, igniting an obsession with your radiant smile and infectious laughter. Your genuine spirit shone brightly, even when the world felt heavy and overwhelming.
He transformed your drinks into special concoctions, always incorporating your favoritesâwhether they were alcoholic or not. Each glass was adorned with playful fruits and whimsical garnishes aimed at coaxing your smile.
One day, he casually suggested that you help him clean the bar, seizing the opportunity to brush his fingers against your lower back or hold your hands, delighting in the warmth of your presence.
He longed to take a step toward something more official, but with Charlieâs exuberance and Alastorâs unpredictable nature, commitment felt daunting. Yet, it was clear to everyone in the hotel how deeply he cherished you. Encouraged by their nudges, he finally gathered the courage to ask you out, only to stumble over his words and blurt out a clumsy, unrelated question that only made you smile wider.
Determined to make his intentions clear, he devised a plan to ask you out on his own terms. He orchestrated a lovely meal and implored everyone in the hotel to vacate for the afternoon. Once the scene was set, everything fell into place. Your laughter at his classy magic tricks and the sweet rhythm of your conversation made him realizeâthis was love blooming in its purest form.
When he finally confessed, he was beamingâa remarkable feat for someone who rarely wore a smile. Your genuine warmth and unwavering affection were all that mattered to him, melting away his grumpy exterior.
From that moment on, Husk transformed into a new man. He found purpose in his days, a reason to look forward to the end of his shifts. Yes, the looming presence of the radio demon still weighed on his mind, but you were there, ready to fill the void in his heart with everything he had always longed for.
Vox
You were nothing more than an assistant in his eyesâjust a cog in the machine while he juggled the chaotic dynamics of his half-hearted relationship with Val and Vel. Love felt like a distraction; all he craved was power and the sweet satisfaction of seeing Alastor kneeling before him.
Yet, you were an infuriating thorn in his side, clad in alluring short skirts and stockings, flashing a smile that could light up the darkest corners of Hell. Each comment from Val or Vel about you ignited a possessive spark within him. He wanted you all to himself, and he was determined to keep it that way.
The nature of your interactions began to change, starting innocently with the passing of papers or showcasing new products on the tablet. But it quickly escalated to lingering touchesâhis hands resting possessively on your waist, gentle massages on your shoulders, and teasing breaths against your neck as he leaned in to whisper.
He was intent on making you want him, but pride held him back from crawling to you; that would be too undignified. Instead, he resolved to ensure you needed him just as much. One promise rang clear in his mind: he would never, ever use his hypnosis against you.
His feelings became undeniable the day Val cornered you, a tense moment exacerbated by his foul mood, thanks to Angel Dustâs antics and the fact that you had captured Vox's attention. What began as a heated conversation erupted into a full-blown brawl between the two men, both vying for your affection in one way or another.
When Vox emerged victorious, albeit with a few scrapes, he was seething. But the moment you approached him, your worried eyes searching his, everything shifted. In that instant, he realized you were the oneâthe only one he would ever need. Forget Alastor on his knees; it was you he craved at his side.
With one passionate kiss, he made his feelings clear, giving Val a defiant middle finger as you and Vox ignited headlines across Hell with your new love story. He would do anything for youâtruly anythingâand he meant every word.
How they react to you wearing their shirt/jacket/coat
Adam
He never viewed himself as possessive, yet seeing you wearing one of his band tees was a sight to behold.
You were supposed to be a one-night fling, a groupie obsessed with the first man.
You were so much more though, as you didn't see him for the titles or power but as Adam the angel, Adam the human, and Adam the Rock fanatic.
He never wanted to be tied down and committed to one woman, not after Eve, but you adorned in his clothes, now that did something to him.
Soon, his shirts became your shirts, and the label of best girl that was a friend became just girlfriend as he made you his permanently.
Nothing excited him more than watching you happily run around the other angels marked by him just from the cringy band tee.
Domestic life never struck him as a necessity until you came around, and soon, he went from a possessive boyfriend to a domestic husband.
Alastor
He would never let a lady be cold. It was just not right, and his momma raised him to be a good man, even if he was a cold-hearted killer.
You were nothing more than a colleague at the forsaken hotel, and you would remain that way as did every other person in his life. He was a transactional man, after all.
He was so confused when he saw you wrapped up in his coat as you two made your way to Rosie's to pick up meat for the hotel. Witnessing you bundled up gave him a warm feeling.
You were just the same old you that he grew fond of filling the hotel, yet you suddenly became so much more in that instant as you looked up at him smiling.
Soon, his jacket became a staple of your wardrobe, as he found every excuse to drape it over your shoulders and ensure your comfort.
His courting seemed to have some effect on you because he couldn't hold back the genuine grin as you asked him out on a date months later with that same red jacket wrapped tight around you.
Love was something he had never considered, yet looking at you and the way his presence so nicely wrapped around you, he figured he could give this thing called love a shot.
Lucifer
He wouldn't say he was possessive of his top hat, yet he did have a knack for not letting it get into the hands of others.
You were a trusted friend, though, and the thought of you playing with it or messing with it never bothered him, yet his reaction to you wearing it was not what he was expecting.
As he turned from his latest duck to see you happily wearing the white hat, a swell of pride overtook him. You were his just for a moment.
The thought scared and excited him all the same as he quickly realized the feelings he was having. He wasn't an idiot. He knew better than to question love like this.
However, he was scared and so worried you would turn him down and leave him like Lilith did all those years ago. Yet you always stole that stupid hat, and each time you smiled and wore it, he grew one step closer to just asking you to be his.
You beat him to the punch, though. Upon returning his prised head accessory one night, a note was attached to the red band around it that asked simply, 'Will you go out with me?'
He never said yes quicker in his life, and before he knew it, just like his hat became something he loved seeing on you, he also began to love seeing his hand wrapped warmly around yours.
Husk
His suspenders were a staple of his everyday life, and he never went a day without wearing them since his chains appeared around his neck.
However, watching you stroll out of his bathroom and wearing them made him laugh and be awe-struck.
Yeah, you looked dorky, but you were his dork, and in that moment, the world seemed to align just for the time being. No sad or depressed thoughts, just you right there pretending to be him and being so fucking happy about it.
Slowly the guilt and fears ate at him, though, due to him worried you would see just how fucked he was mentally and physically being chained to Alastor.
Yet you always grabbed those suspenders and put them on to cheer him up, and eventually, he couldn't help but buy you a matching pair of your own so you two could match.
He felt so close to you when you accepted him for all he was and would continue to be, and it was refreshing for once to know the world wasn't crashing down on him as long as your smiling face was around.
Although he never officially asked you out, it was clear to anyone with eyes that you two were reserved for one another. From the loving soft looks, to the matching suspenders, you two were everything to one another.
Vox
His watch was a timepiece, to say the least. He may have been the future this, that, and everything, yet his watch would forever be the classic fifties Rolex.
He never let it out of his sight or far from his person yet the day you unclasped it and asked to look it over he had no problems letting you.
He knew things were getting serious when it came to you. He was growing more attached and in love by the day, yet when you put on his watch and showed him how it swallowed your arm in size, he couldn't help but smile and laugh.
You were so fragile and too good to be stuck with someone like him and the Vees, yet you were always loyal and faithful, which he adored and needed in his life.
As you hung around him the watch became a fidget toy for you, he would quickly take it off as soon as he saw you and hand it over allowing you to paly with it and look over the intracacies.
He enjoyed how happy it made you and how he could practically feel your warmth radiating from the cold metal when you returned it to him.
The day he asked you to be his, he used no Voxtech or any equipment he normally sold; instead, he bestowed upon you a simple small Rolex to fit your wrist and match you to him.
oh! I don't know if you're still taking requests for reactions, and I've seen your list about some you might re-do and don't want to add more if it'll make you feel pressured, but what about them reacting to being shut up by a kiss? or their face being peppered by lots and lots of kisses by their partner? just them getting a bit pampered cause they absolutely deserve it <3
đđ: This is pure, unadulterated fluff, Kissing, Flustered men, Theyâre all smitten with you <3
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Heâs been in Hell for almost a century, yet heâs never known anyone as fearless or audacious as you. You approach Alastor, hands smoothing over his chest, slow, purposeful, instilling a false sense of security within him. And, before he knows it, you seize the lapels of his coat, fingers curling into the fabric and tugging, only to do the unthinkable.
âEugh, that man is infuriating! Can you believe he put a sign by his room to keep me out? As if his face wasnât enough to â mmph!â
A bleat tears from his throat as you capture his lips, cutting him off in the middle of his ranting and raving. Itâs a bold move, though one Alastor isnât entirely opposed to, clawed-hands instinctively finding your jaw. He kisses you back, a tinge of color present on his face as he pulls away to regard you with an arched brow.
âWhat a⌠creative approach youâve taken to let me know that Iâm talking too much,â Alastor muses. âThough I suppose I donât blame you, mon coeur.â
In truth, a small part of him is a bit irritated that you decided to do such a thing. To be cut off or talked over, itâs one of Alastorâs pet peeves, especially because it makes him feel like he isnât respected. However, as you pull away to gaze up at him, lips curling to form a small smile, he reminds himself that your gesture came from a place of love.
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Nobody has dared to cut him off in the middle of a speech, at least not since he climbed up Hellâs hierarchy and garnered the respect he so desperately craved. But you? Oh, you donât care. Vox has a tendency of going off on a tangent, especially when heâs riled up, so you donât hesitate to seize the edges of his screen to cut him off.
âAh-ha-ha, that smiling fuck wonât even see whatâs coming to him! I mean, his audience has tanked since â wait, what are you getting cl â mmph!?â
You press your body flush against his, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that has his antennas surging upwards with a burst of electricity, putting his ranting and raving to a sudden halt. The gall you have to do such an audacious thing, but as you pull back and let go, he stares ahead, stupefied, eyes wide and screen glowing a soft, fuzzy cyan.
âWhat the⌠what the fuck was that for?â Vox stutters once he snaps out of his trance, tentatively touching his lips. âAnd whyâd you stop, doll?â
As he leans down, however, he reaches up with a singular clawed-hand to grasp your face, his thumb and his forefinger sinking into your cheeks. Vox warns you to never, ever interrupt him again, not unless you intend to finish what you started, closing the gap between your faces to resume the kiss as soon as you nod.
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Heâs been alive since eternity, and so he has definitely experienced his fair share of interjections where he was made to feel small and unimportant. You understand that, of course you do, so thatâs why you decide to cut Lucifer off in a way that wonât make him feel as such, grabbing ahold of his jaw and pressing your lips against his.
âI donât even know why Charlie trusts him! Ha, I mean, that tacky piece of shit is obviously up to no good, right? I canât be the only one â mmph?â
His eyes fly open, and a furious, golden blush sprawls across his features, his arms stilling at his sides. You essentially stun Lucifer into forgetting what heâs ranting and raving about, so much so that the moment he feels you break away from the kiss, he doesnât complain or anything of that sort. No, in fact, he reaches out to pull you back in.
âWait, wait, wait! Where yaâ going, sweetheart?â Lucifer nervously stammers out, lips chasing after yours. âYou canât leave, not till I return the kiss!â
Heâs such a sucker for you that he doesnât have the capacity to be upset or disappointed with you. Lucifer has been doubted, not taken seriously, or simply talked over â but being cut off with a kiss? Oh, he doesnât mind it, at least not if itâs coming from you. The way he proceeds to crash his lips against yours serves as a testament to that.
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Oh, for most of his life, heâs been surrounded by individuals with similar traits as you â bold, shameless, unafraid. The only difference between you and them is that youâre not an insufferable piece of work. Abel knows that, of course he does. Still, he doesnât expect to have his collar seized and suddenly be cut off with a bruising kiss.
âI donât get it! I mean, theyâre upset with me over something I had no say in. W-Why is it so hard for them to comprehend that Sera â mmph!â
The poor angel almost stumbles forward as heâs forced to lean down to reach you, his hands scrambling to clutch at your waist, putting an end to his ranting and raving. Abelâs face flushes a furious gold, and his wings flutter behind him, your lips gliding against his still ones. Heâs shocked, flustered, but certainly not displeased.
âWas I ranting again? Oh, I-Iâm sorry, honey, I didnât mean to,â Abel nervously chuckles as you pull away. âThanks for being so⌠uhh, kind about it, though.â
Heâs unfortunately awfully familiar with not being taken seriously â and still is. But as he gazes down at you, taking in the soft, playful look in your eyes, he knows that the gesture wasnât malicious. After all, you cut him off in a manner that had him feeling all soft and gooey inside, and so he shows you his appreciation by leaning in to kiss you back.
When Alastor asked you to move into his room, he never anticipated that heâd have to share a bed with anybody else but you. Well, more like anything, because there were plushies where his pillows usually sat. Round little creatures with soulless expressionsâis this what you liked to sleep with every night? That is what he wondered as he approached the bed, his eyes gravitating towards one plushie in particular.
It was a fawn, which looked more worn and less plump than its companions. Alastor grabbed it, squeezing it and feeling how compressed the stuffing was under his claws; his heart jumped as he realized that this was your favorite plushie, and it just so happened to be a deer like him. Perhaps he could ask Niffty to replace the stuffing, he thought, even though youâd be cuddling it less now that you had his company.
âIf you want me to put them away, I totally can,â You suddenly said, the door softly clicking behind you.
Alastorâs ears fell back against his head, spooked, but he quickly recovered. Bringing the fawn against his chest, he slowly turned around, a tender smile on his face as he peered down at you. Spotting your favorite squishmallow in his arms, your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed in embarrassmentâfuck, you hadnât meant to leave that one out, especially considering that you bought it because it somewhat resembled Alastor.
âIs this supposed to be me, darling?â Alastor asked, no hint of sarcasm behind his words.
âI, uh, yesâIâm sorry. I was supposed to put that one away, but I forgot,â You quickly said, but he shook his head, finding your apology unnecessary.
âIf anybody should apologize, it should be me.â
Alastor took a seat on the bed, setting your squishmallow aside and patting the space next to him. You happily complied, forgetting your embarrassment the moment he wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you in for an embrace. But nothing could compare to the sensation of his lips on the crown of your head, or the way he grabbed ahold of your jaw with his other hand, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.
âI should have asked you to move in a long time ago,â Alastor hummed, your eyes fluttering shut at the slight crackling behind his voice. âOh, forgive me for being a fool.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but Alastor dipped his head and swallowed your words with a kiss, which you were more than happy to return. Your relationship was relatively new, but after he almost died at the hands of Adam on Extermination Day, he decided to be more forward with you. As Alastorâs hand settled on your knee, tentatively moving up to explore uncharted territory, you sighed, eager to find out what the future had in store for you both.
Insecurity continued to torment Lucifer even after you came into his life, a consequence of his divorce with Lilith. He hoped that the feeling would go away with time, but it continued to chip away at his self-worth, threatening to seep into your relationship and poison the foundation the two of you had built on love and trust. So what did Lucifer do? Nothingâexcept cling onto you at every opportunity, especially when you were planning to head out.
âDonât go,â Lucifer whined into your back, his arms wrapped tightly around you.
You closed your eyes and sighed, a smile growing on your face as you felt a gust of wind hit your back. âLuci,â You playfully warned him, but he ignored you, unraveling his wings and wrapping them around you so you wouldnât leave with your friends, who you were on your way to meet up with at some restaurant.
âI justâŚreally need you right now, alright?â Lucifer admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âPlease stay.â
That is how you found yourself on top of Lucifer, his hands squeezing your waist as you placed kiss after kiss on his lips. How many did you give him? One, two, three, fourâyou lost count a long time ago, your mind clouded with desire the moment he twitched in anticipation underneath you. But when Lucifer uttered âI want to feel you,â you decided to stay, your phone vibrating with every missed call and unread message as you showed him how much you loved him.
Halfway into the act, you figured out why Lucifer was being so clingy, his voice betraying him when you moved your hips against his a certain way. âOh, fuck, honey,â He tossed his head back with a groan. âDonât ever leave meâmmfhâcouldnât imagine eternity without you.â Your hips came at a standstill, making Lucifer whine in disappointment.
âIâm not going toâwhat?â You stuttered, realization dawning on his face as you blinked, obviously concerned. âLuci, baby, is that why you wanted me to stay?â
Lucifer instantly shook his head, tripping over his words as he tried to find a way out, so you grabbed his cheeks and made him look at you. âOnly way Iâd leave is if you told me to, yâknow,â You said, proceeding to litter his face with kisses, making him laugh. âBesides that, youâre stuck with me forever!â It would take a lot more than that to help Lucifer feel more secure with your relationship, you knew that, but the way he stared back at you with a big goofy, lopsided grin made it all worth it to you.
Imagine Alastor being attracted to someone for the first time in a long time, but not being able to make any moves because the person who holds his eye has a little sister that doesnât like him? He doesnât have any siblings, and growing up, he lost his friends as quickly as he made them for being âweird.â So, Alastor doesnât know how to connect with a child, let alone one that seems adamant on keeping her older sister from finding love. Every time you invite him over, Alastor has to remind himself that the little girl wriggling her way in between you two on the couch, stopping you just a fraction before your lips are about to convene in a kiss, is just a child. A 7-year-old who lost both her parents, who had a father just as awful as his. Still, a tiny, harmless rivalry forms between Alastor and your little sister behind your back, one where he, a 36-year-old man, winds up glaring daggers, sticking his tongue out, and, when he gets cockblocked the first time you invite him to stay the night, flipping the bird at a 7-year-old. In his defense, âthe little she-devilâ â which Alastor affectionately coins her â did it first.
Alastor is the loyal man you pulled that has something seriously wrong with him â in fact, youâre caught off guard when your relationship progresses and you first experience the raw, unfiltered version of him. Alastor is eccentric, yes, but heâs also always so practiced, so in control of everything he says or does. When you first started dating, you sincerely believed he was effortlessly suave and that your relationship would be textbook romance, but no. Alastor Hartfelt, the toast of New Orleans, is a force to be reckoned with. Itâs beautiful to me, the thought of him feeling comfortable with allowing his mask to slip once heâs finally alone with you. The invisible restraints Alastor placed there himself begin to fray, and you get the silly, offbeat version that is equal parts entertaining and unpredictable. Bonus points if you match his energy, then you can both be menaces to society together, on Earth and eventually in Hell
Imagine Alastor being afraid to have dinner at your house because he knows you have a dog⌠until he gets there and a small, rotund mass of black with a flat face, a snaggletooth, and giant saucers for eyes greets him at the door? It also canât look at him with both eyes, wag its tail properly from how curly it is, or even produce something as simple as a proper bark. In fact, the dog demands Alastorâs attention in high-pitched, gargled howls, but all he can do is laugh at it in disbelief because he put off meeting your parents over a chunky pug đ
if i was empty space, and you were a formless shape (we'd fit)
reader x overlord!husk (did i do the !husk thing right)
angst + a little emotional hurt/comfort for spice (or maybe closer to emotional yearning. longing, if you may be so inclined)
very late night cuddling leads you and Husk to think about what could have been on equal ground
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You couldnât help it, but in these sorts of moments you always thought of what could have been.
When you were curled up next to Husk on his couch, the lights of pentagram city faintly streaming in, the TV in front of the two of you playing some stupid VoxTek show. You didnât keep up with any of the long running soap operas, which is what you guessed was playing now, so they all just felt like the writers ran out of ideas years ago and you tuned into the most bafflingly ridiculous scenes every time.
But the TV didnât do much to distract you from your thoughts, and Husk wasnât chatting much. Honestly, with how little he was moving he might have been asleep. If the mood was right you absolutely would have taken the chance to make a joke about the âold man gambler overlord falling asleep at 10pmâ.
You found yourself wondering what could have been; in different circumstances if he was younger when youâd met, if you were older, if you werenât literally in hell, and â most importantly â if Husk wasnât an overlord.Â
Husk led a hedonistic lifestyle, that wasnât up for debate. The constant gatsby-esque parties, feasts with other overlords, and constant attention from his many (and in your humble opinion, very attractive) workers. Through all of that, you appreciated how he never took advantage of others. Unlike some other overlords, he always made sure everyone was having a fun time. It was embarrassing, but something as small as that started the crush that you, one of his many owned souls, had on him.Â
This little thing had blossomed out of seemingly nowhere, with Husk being so honest (drunk) and blunt (dumb) as to just ask you out after noticing you. Out of all the people, he noticed you.Â
So where would you be if he hadnât noticed you? Would he have found someone else? Would there be someone else that would steal his heart and force him to awkwardly avoid the elephant in the casino of the once hedonistic, âno strings attachedâ overlord, as the media had labeled him, suddenly not seeming interested in anyone?Â
Maybe it was selfish, but you hoped so.
Suddenly, snapping you out of your stupor, the cat adjusted his seat on the couch. It jostled you around a slight bit and left you leaning onto Husk a bit more.Â
His voice was low and gravelly, âYou alright?âÂ
You didnât respond for a moment. He turned to look slightly down at your face.Â
âYou alright, doll?â He adjusted his position a little more to look directly at you. He was still turned towards the tv, but now he was fully facing you. The various sources of light illuminated his fur enough for you to see mild concern now on his face.Â
âYeah, âs nothinâ.â It was a lie, and you knew it. Was he able to tell-
âBullshit.âÂ
He was, in fact, able to tell. Considering that he looked more concerned than anything, you gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed it came out more aggressive than he meant.Â
You let out a sigh before silence overtook the two of you. You knew he wouldnât push any further if you were uncomfortable, but you felt like you owed it to him now that youâd worried him. Your gaze fell to the coffee table in front of you, and Huskâs paws kicked up on top of it.
âHave you thought aboutâŚâ You trailed off before interrupting yourself. âItâs probably stupid, but have you ever thought about, like, what we would have been? What we could have been?â
âSo. if we met when we were alive?â
âYeah, something like that. If we were alive, not in hell, neither of us being famous, no power dynamics or anything. 2 equals. Feels so strange to think about.â
âWell, I dunno if youâd have ended up with me still. Iâm an old ass man, youâre in the prime of your life. No way youâd have gone for me-â
âHey, there wouldâve been a chance! Donât count yourself out.â
Husk paused for a second, the gears in his head seemingly turning. âWell, âdonât get many chances to do that down here, now do I?â He flashed a smirk in your direction. Even in private he still had a bit of an ego.Â
You couldnât help but smile a bit when he looked at you. Something about him made you feel like you were 16 again, and the butterflies in your stomach were going wild whenever your first crush looked at you.Â
But as you started thinking again your smile faltered. You would never really be able to go public about your relationship. It would be absurd! An overlord falling in love with one of his souls? It was a risk that neither of you could take â for you especially. If people who already craved the power he had knew where his heart really lied it would be too risky.Â
Heâd explained most of it to you when the two of you were officially together. It made sense, all of it did, but it still shattered your heart. What if youâd met each other when you were alive, and you could go out in public together and be romantic, like a real couple.Â
Something about your face must have changed, because Huskâs face suddenly fell. â âre you really okay, kid?â It wasnât an accusation of anything, but he sounded really concerned. It was almost like heâd read your mind and saw you doubting your relationship. It was the one thing that Husk hated, but you could never fully stop it from slipping into your thoughts.Â
âWhatâre we doing, Husk?â You sounded so defeated, like the cat had just said that you two were breaking up and that he never wanted to see you again. âI just⌠Whyâd you choose me? Out of every person in hell you-â
Huskâs lips locked onto yours in an instant, him leaning down with his head tilted to the side in an effort to be as close to you as possible. His large paws wrapped around your waist, nearly covering the spaces where your waist and thighs met. A breath snagged in your throat before a heavier breath dislodged it, both of you trading warm air as you melted under him. You felt a light rumbling against you, which you realized was Huskâs purring.
You fell back onto the couch, the cat hovering only an inch or two above you. His claws dug into your sides, paws roaming up your shirt. The warmth against your cold torso made you shiver. His claws tugged at the waistband of your pajama pants, but it didnât go any further than a light tugging.
The two of you rolled over, now on your sides. He spoke again, a sly smirk on his face. âThatâs why.â
And you realized why you loved him despite your differences: because he was Husk.
can you do a clumsy kiss from the prompts for husk?
prompt #42: a clumsy kiss
âYou know, itâs a⌠itâs a good thing you canât die of alcohol poisoning in Hell,â you slur, leaning against the back of the couch. Your throat burns with your latest shot, and a smile blooms crookedly on your lips as Husk chuckles beside you.
âYou startinâ to reach your limit, doll?â the bartender asks, leaning forward in his seat to fill both your glasses, liquor spilling over onto the table as he moves the bottle from one glass to the other without tipping it back up. He picks them both up, passing yours back to you as he settles back beside you. âNo shame in callinâ it quits.â
âI was⌠I was talkinâ âbout you,â you snark back, and he laughs, his usually honeyed tone torn with a drunken wheeziness you find entirely endearing. Tonight had started as a drinking game, taking a shot every time the plot of that stupid Voxtech show Yeah, I Fucked Your Wife, So What? had some kind of glaring contradiction. You honestly didnât think it was going to be that bad, but only two episodes had your head spinning and your vision blurring. You wave a hand inelegantly towards the other couch. âAnd Iâm not the lightweight here.â
Angel is sprawled out over the other sofa, snoring lightly and drool staining his cheek. Nuggets is curled up on the spiderâs chest, the little piglet rising and falling slowly with every snore. Husk snorts, rolling his eyes. âI think ya kiddinâ yourself if ya think the only shit heâs got in his system today is whiskey. That smell ainât cologne, sweetness.â
You giggle, wrinkling your nose as you once again catch the scent of pot coming from the spider. Heâd spent a few hours after work destressing with Cherri, and apparently theyâd gone for the herbal option. You tap your glass against Huskâs in a cheer, smothering a laugh with your hand as the gesture spills more liquor over the side of the glass and across your laps. He snickers, unaffected by the mess, and throws back his drink with an annoying amount of ease. Still, when he blinks his eyes are slightly out of sync, and his smile is equally uneven. His hat has long since fallen off his head, and his ears hand sideways in a way that makes your heart flutter despite yourself.
âLean forward a sec for me, will you?â Husk says and you do, snagging the bottle from the table as he stretches out his wings, groaning quietly as he does. He touches a paw to your shoulder, pulling you back so you lean against his wing instead. The move brings you closer to his side, pressing your arm into his. He takes the bottle from your hand and takes a swig straight from it. âThatâs better.â
You raise a brow, a goofy smile playing over your lips. âIt is?â
A flush rises in the bartenderâs cheeks, his eyes widening. âIâŚâ he clears his throat. âKeepinâ âem folded can be kinda uncomfortable, and Iââ
You turn into him, reaching up and catching his cheek in your hand. Your fingers slide through the soft, soft fur there and you lean up, catching his lips clumsily with your own. Your drunken brain only barely realises the way he freezes under the touch, and you lean heavily into him, your other hand curling around his suspender. Husk lets you tug him closer, and he seems to melt into your touch when you moan softly against his lips. His paw curls around the side of your neck, teeth grazing your bottom lip for a second before his tongue meets yours, and you blindly clamber into his lap. Husk jerks automatically as your knee almost meets his crotch, chuckling breathlessly as he takes hold of your hips to push you gently away from him.
âDollâŚâ he mumbles out as you try to kiss him again, your lips meeting the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, his chin. âDoll, holdâŚâ
He presses you back a little more forcefully, and your brow creases in confusion as you sit back on his thigh. âWh-?â
Huskâs looking at you with dark eyes, and a blush-stained muzzle, but he shakes his head, exhaling a long, heavy breath. âYouâre shit-faced, sweetness.â
You shrug; fingers still curled in his suspender. Your other hand drops from his cheek to his chest, and Husk shivers slightly under the touch. âSo are you.â
âThatâs....â he hisses out the âsâ slightly as he slurs. âThatâs kinda my⌠ohhhâŚâ
He breaks off in a throaty groan as you shift your hips against his thigh, your breath shuddering as the movement grinds you lightly against pantleg. His head falls forward, bumping his forehead against your chin. You kiss the top of his head, tilt your head to kiss his brow, bump your nose against his forehead to urge him to turn his face back up to yours. Your lips meet his again as he does, and he presses up into it automatically, his brow furrowing as he kisses you back. You shift on his lap, straddling him fully, fingers curling in the fur of his chest. Then his paws close around your wrists and heâs pulling away from you again, trapping your hands between the two of you.
âHold⌠hold on, baby, Iââ he inhales, exhales a steadying breath. âYouâre too drunk to be doinâ this. With me.â
You wrinkle your nose. âWho else am I supposed to be doinâ it with?â
Huskâs wings twitch, drooping slightly to hang against the couch cushions on either side of you. He looks down at where he has hold of your wrists, at where you straddle his lap. âSomeone⌠fuck, someone younger than me, for one.â
You scowl, trying to wave a hand despite it still being in his grip as you scoff. âThatâs stupid.â
âWouldnât think that if you were sober, pet.â
âNooooâŚâ you drawl out, shaking your head petulantly. It makes your head swim, and Husk has to release one of your wrists to grab your waist instead to steady you. âNoooo, I wouldnât⌠not any youngâyouâre not any younger when Iâm sober.â
Husk raises a brow, and despite himself, his paw remains on your waist, claws curling slightly in your shirt. âWhat kinda sense was that supposed to make?â
You roll your eyes and huff a sigh, already tired of explaining it. âThe kind where I wanna fuck your brains out even when Iâm all boring and sober.â
Husk freezes, staring up at you with a mix of disbelief and⌠relief? His tail twitches against the couch cushions beside you, and you fumble at his chest, hooking your fingers in his bowtie. You pout, touching a finger to his bottom lip. You feel him press the softest of pressures against it.
âNow, can I kiss you again already?â
Husk breathes a disbelieving laugh, his face flushed with more than just alcohol, and he brings his mouth back up to yours with a smile.
Hi, I was wondering if could you make a fluff moment between Husk and young!adult!reader (platonic)?
The reader are in their room after a rude and stressful day, trying to control their breath and anxiety. And Husk goes to them, trying his best to help (I want to hug that bartender so bad).
Thank you and have a nice day
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Husk x Reader (platonic)
Your hands trembled as you squeezed a stress ball that Charlie gave you during a therapy session. Breathing in through your nose and out of your mouth, your hands continued to shake.
A gentle knock on the door startled you.
The stress ball slipped through your fingers, rolling underneath your bed. You wiped at your face and approached the door.
You inhaled sharply. âY-yeah?â
âJust me, kid. You alright?â said Husk, his voice muffled.
You licked your lips and twisted the doorknob. You looked at Husk and your shoulders sagged.
Husk looked you up and down. âFigured something was wrong, Iâve barely seen you all day.â
You opened the door more and he headed inside. He took a seat on the edge of your bed. You gingerly sat beside him, averting his gaze.
âBad day?â whispered Husk.
You nodded.
He grunted. Your leg started to bounce up and down. He looked at your face then back at your leg.
Husk said your name, his voice soft.
You turned away from him.
He shifted and reached his hand out towards you. Holding your breath, you pressed your forehead to his shoulder. Husk stilled, wrapping his arms around you, stretching his wings over you like a makeshift blanket.
You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes.
Husk smelled like stale booze, but you didnât mind. Your nose rubbed against his bowtie as you settled in his arms. You felt Husk's chest rise and fall, and subconsciously, you matched his breathing.
Gradually, you felt yourself calm down. Your hands stopped shaking.
You werenât sure how much time had passed before you lifted your head from his chest. Rubbing your eyes, you blinked away the black spots dotting your vision. Husk pulled his wings away, his tail twitching beside your leg.
He pushed himself to his feet. âWant a drink, kid?â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head. You followed him out the door.
A small grin tugged on your lips. âAs long as it isnât a Harder Daddy.â
He gave you a smile of his own, his tail brushing against your leg.
Husk gazed at you fondly. âItâs a good thing I know a lotta drinks, then.â
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