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husk x afab!reader. I started writing this months and months ago for @irkimatsu and I've been wrestling with writer's block ever since. but hopefully it's worth the wait.
you orchestrate a romantic night in for your favourite bartender. candles, soft pillows, great sex... what else could he ask for? 3.7k
featuring: smut, oral sex (husk and reader receiving), anal play, vaginal sex, romance, overstimulation, and rogue husk self-esteem issues.
“Psst.”
Husk’s ears flick upward from where they’re moodily pressed, his attention following a second later to where you’re crouching at the top of the main stairs to the Hotel lobby. The shifting lights of torches and candlelight catch the way he raises his brow as you when you crook a finger at him invitingly.
A power surge thanks to the ongoing feud between the resident radio demon and his flat-screened foe had wiped out all the power on this side of Pentagram City almost an hour ago, and while Charlie had initially attempted in vain to try and use it as a rallying point for the guests to do some ‘quality’ bonding, she’d quickly lost the battle when Angel had declared it a sign that he needed to actually sleep off his latest hangover.
Husk slips out from behind the bar with a cautious glance towards the Hotel’s proprietor – who is currently dashing about the lobby with armfuls of candles babbling reassurances to herself while Niffty follows, cackling, with a lit match in hand.
“What’re you up to?” Husk mutters as he joins you at the top of the stairs and you straighten up again.
“Shh,” you hush him teasingly, grabbing hold of his wrist and tugging him further into the hall. “Mischief.”
“Why ain’t I surprised?” he says, amused. Still, he doesn’t put up a fight as you pull him down the hall and into a barely visible alcove you find by the use of your phone’s torch. You back into it, pulling him gently after you as your back meets the wall. Husk casts a wary glance over his shoulder. “I don’t know if this is the smartest place for…”
“It’s okay,” you assure him with a smile, sliding your hands up his shoulders to his neck, letting your fingers curl in the fur there. The two of you have been hiding this continued tryst between the two of you for the better part of three months now, and while Husk never seemed to deny you, his nerves over Alastor discovering the connection between the two of you still gave him pause. “Vaggie’s still mid-curse out on Al up in his room, trying to get him to fix the lights. We’re safe.”
You feel him relax and he lets you pull him into a kiss, your hands continuing up to card fingers through the satin-soft fur of his cheeks. Husk kisses you headily, pressing himself up against your body. The large expanse of his paws take hold of your waist, warm and wonderfully familiar against your curves. His body moves flush against yours, a soft groan muffled against your lips as your fingers find the base of his ears.
“Cheeky…” he mumbles into your kiss with a smile, suckling for a moment on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth. His wings curve around the two of you, locking you further into his embrace in the darkness.
“Just you wait,” you tell him teasingly when you break away. You drop a kiss on the tip of his nose before slipping past him, wrapping your hand around his paw. “You ain’t seen nothing, yet.”
“Christ,” Husk chuckles even as he lets you lead him down the hall, guided by your phone light. He, on the other hand, has no issue seeing in the dark, and catches hold of your waist to tug you out of the way as a couple of Egg Bois go stumbling past blindly. He raises a brow as you guide him away from either of your rooms and instead down a rarely used hallway in the eastern side of the Hotel. “Where the hell’re you takin’ me?”
You don’t answer right away, instead waiting until you reach one of the empty rooms towards the end of the hall. You turn to face him, holding up and shaking a set of keys you’d swiped from Vaggie’s collection. Husk laughs, and when you turn back around to fumble with the lock, he wraps him arms around your middle, kisses the side of your throat.
“Darlin’… have you been schemin’?” his voice comes as a teasing rumble, his breath tickling and warm against your neck.
“Mmm… maybe.” you smile as you get the door unlocked, feeling Husk’s paws travel lower, ghosting along the waistband of your pants.
“And you were hopin’ to fool around on a big pile’a…” he breaks off – and away from your neck - as he takes in the room in front of him.
While it’s dressed down like every other unoccupied room in the Hotel, with a bland comforter on the bed and minimal décor, the room is spotless. And instead of being stuck in the same darkness as the hall, candles have set it aglow with warm, flickering light.
“Dust…?” he says, then huffs a disbelieving laugh. “There ain’t no way you’ve got this done since the lights went out.”
“I did the candles…” you smile, turning to face him and backing slowly into the room. The bartender follows you automatically, closing the door behind him, and as it always does, a little thrill goes through you when you hear the lock click. “The rest? Well, maybe I suggested to Niffty last week that this side of the Hotel was starting to look a little worse for wear.”
“Uh-huh.” Husk deadpans, amusement and intrigue playing on his features. “An’ how exactly did ya know there was gonna be a blackout tonight?”
“I didn’t, really,” you tell him, a shudder of anticipation running along your spine as Husk stops barely more than a foot in front of you, still feigning this casual air. Still, his tail switches slowly back and forth, and the gold glow of his eyes burns into you. And suddenly you’re almost completely certain that one of the most gorgeous things you’re ever going to see is Husk’s eyes in candlelight. “But… I was maybe talking about the event tonight with Angel and might have made a point of saying that it sounded like a huge deal for the Vees for it to go well… in front of Al.”
Husk chuckles, shaking his head as he takes hold of your hip and tugs you into him. “Evil little mastermind, you are, doll.”
You laugh as he pushes you back onto the bed, your hands coming up to meet his chest as he covers your body with his. You smooth your hand up through the downy fur there, fingers slipping under his suspender and pushing it gently off of his shoulder. “That a problem?”
Husk smirks, that wandering paw slipping over your thigh to ghost up between your legs. You gasp, fingers clenching in his fur in a way that makes him chuckles, his paw continuing its idle journey upward. “Princess might have an issue with it.”
“Mmm…” you hum as though seriously considering his words. His claws graze the curve of your breast, just hard enough for you to feel it harden your nipple through your clothes. You push his suspender further down his arm, and he releases you only long enough for you to free him from it. “And you, Husk?”
Husk’s smile widens, his expression soft and his eyes heavy-lidded. “I think I can live with it.”
He kisses you, soft but wonderfully insistent, his tongue meeting yours as his paw slides up to cup the side of your throat, his thumb claw caressing your cheek. You lean up into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Husk groans lightly against your lips as your fingers find the base of his ear, and you scratch your nails through the fur there, tracing along the sensitive edge of it until it flicks.
Husk’s tail waves behind him, his wings stretching out and shuddering closed again as you squeeze your thighs around his waist. Grinding up against him wantonly, you feel your breath catch in your throat as Husk breaks away from your mouth to dust kisses over the side of your neck. He lets his teeth graze your pulse point, leaving the skin there marked with tracks of red as blood wells beneath the surface and you can feel his breath, hot and eager and needy against your skin as you roll your hips up into his.
“Husk…”
“Addictive little piece, you are,” he mutters into your flesh, barbed tongue teasing over the mark he’s just left on your collarbone. He rests his weight back on his knees so he can run his paws up your sides and up to squeeze your breasts. His smirk twitches wider as you whimper, his claws gliding teasingly over your nipples through your shirt. “Fuck, you could bring a man right to his knees.”
Husk kisses his way down your chest, claws tickling at your ribs as he tugs your shirt up and inhales the scent of your skin, his cold nose pressed just above the waistband of your jeans. He lingers there, kissing your navel, sinking his teeth tauntingly into your hip. He chuckles in the back of his throat as you jerk up against him and fumble eagerly with the fastenings of your pants. Husk bats your hands away, tsking quietly as he shakes his head.
“Patience, doll. I got you.”
“Get me faster,” you urge, and Husk laughs, punishing your impatience with another biting nip to your other hip. Your breath catches in a hiss, and Husk grins against your skin as you hurriedly tug your shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Still, he wraps his arms around your thighs and smirks up at you as he drags you down to the edge of the mattress.
You laugh as he does, and Husk leans over you to kiss you once more before settling on his knees. He watches, amused, as you fumble with the fastenings of your jeans, but he tugs them down and rewards you this time with an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above the knee.
“You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t ya, baby?” he croons, moving to press another infuriatingly sweet kiss to the inside of your other leg, a few inches higher than before. You whine, nodding your head, hips rising slightly in response to his touch. Husk chuckles, deep in his throat. He slides one clawed paw down over your stomach, the sharp points catching slightly in your underwear as he smooths the heart-shaped pad down to your hip. “That’s a good pet.”
The gambler takes his time, mapping out a slow journey of tender kisses up the insides of your thighs that makes you whimper and bite your lip. Your hands fist in the sheets beneath you in an attempt to help you behave, but you still can’t help the little gasp that escapes you when you feel the warmth of his breath fan out against your barely-clothed cunt.
“Look at you,” he coos, voice all honey and whiskey. “Look at how wet you are for me…”
Husk presses his nose against your cunt, inhaling the scent of you deeply. Your panties are damp with your arousal, and you whine as Husk’s barbed tongue catches against the soft cotton. He laps teasingly between your legs, soaking the fabric further, whiskers tickling your inner thighs.
When he catches your underwear with his teeth and tugs it away to swipe his tongue over your clit, you buck up with a broken moan, and he laughs quietly into your cunt. He works you apart so slowly, smiling into your skin as he takes hold of your hips and guides you into grinding up against his mouth. His tongue is rough and warm, a drug you can’t imagine ever getting clean from. Husk’s claws prick at the flesh of your thighs, the meat of your hips, and it urges you on, chasing that addictive high that is building so steadily inside you. Heat floods through you, settling in your belly and making your eyes roll back.
Husk purrs, rough and hungry and loud into your pussy and you moan, the vibration of it making your whole body seize up. Your torso curls, your feet digging into his shoulders as you cum against his tongue. Husk groans into you as he tastes your release, parting only to press a biting kiss to your inner thigh before he’s eating you again.
“Fuck, Husk…” you choke out, and he responds with a predatory flick of his tail and a shudder of his wings. Your toes knead into the base of his wings and it’s his turn to moan, the sound deep and muffled against your flesh. “Fuck… God, don’t fucking stop… good kitty…”
He hums into you, purring doubles, and you cum again in minutes, hand coming up to squeeze your breasts. You pinch your nipples and he rewards you by sliding his tongue into you, lapping at your sweetness like he’s starving. You can feel his purring inside you and when he rolls the pad of his thumb against your clit you feel tears burning in the corners of your eyes.
“Fuuuuuck…”
His arms wrapping greedily around your thighs to spread his claws over your ass, forcing your cunt up against his demanding mouth as he returns his tongue to your clit. Husk groans, low and long and needy against you, his back arching fluidly as though he’s desperate to press himself further between your legs. He pushes you further up into his mouth, forcing your weight onto your shoulders, and your arm trails up over the bed, clinging at a fistful of the comforter.
“Hu—Husk… fu—” you pant, eyes rolled back behind your lids. “This is—hunh—su-supposed to be about you…”
Husk snickers against your clit, hot breath and rough tongue. His lips brush against your mons in a chaste kiss, his voice muffled by your quivering, sensitive flesh. “An’ you think I ain’t enjoyin’ myself here, doll?”
“Not the—” you take a shuddering breath, exhaling a laugh. “Not the point.”
“Isn’t it?” Husk grins, flicking his tongue teasingly over your clit and watching you twitch in response. He rests an elbow on the mattress beside your thigh, his cheek in his palm. “Did you have somethin’ else in mind?”
“A few things,” you reply, reaching down to wrap your fingers around the suspender still on his shoulder. You tug insistently and Husk relents, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest as he crawls up your body and brings his mouth to yours. You can taste yourself on his mouth, and you moan into his kiss as he presses his thigh up between your legs. You grind obediently, needily, against it, and Husk sighs into your mouth as you fist fingers in the fur behind his ears. You roll the two of you over, straddling his waist, and the bartender groans when you grind down against him. “What do you want me to do first?”
Husk watches you through hooded eyes, and despite the cockiness in his gaze, his breathing shudders, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. He smooths a paw up over your thigh, thumb dipping down along the sensitive inner flesh. “What you got in mind, pet?”
You smile, running fingers teasingly through the fur of his stomach. “Are you leaving it up to me this time, daddy? You feel like taking a gamble?”
Husk laughs, pulling you down into another kiss before letting you slide down his body. It’s your turn to settle on your knees in front of the bed, and Husk pushes himself up on his elbows to watch you as you run your hands up over his legs. His tail flicks back and forth between his ankles, tickling at your thighs.
You unfasten his fly without ceremony, but you hold his gaze as you wrap your fingers around his cock. A soft growl rumbles in the back of Husk’s throat, and it deepens into a moan when you take him into your mouth. “Christ, your mouth…”
You hum happily around him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as you pull back. He presses up into your mouth when you circle your tongue around the head, run your tongue over the barbs that are stiffening along the underside of his cock. You can taste the sweet salt of his precum already, and it makes drool pool under your tongue.
Pumping the bartender with your hand, you suckle at the head of him, spreading the mixture of your spit and his excitement along the length of him, slickening him and your hand.
“That’s it, baby…” he mutters, voice all velvet and smoke. “Oh, baby, you spoil me… fuck…”
Your other hand unclips his suspenders from his waistband, tugs at his slacks. The bartender lifts his hips obediently, lets you draw them down his thighs, and he moans when you take a spit-and-cum slickened finger and press it slowly inside him. Husk arches his back as you fuck him with your finger and your mouth, the head of his cock meeting the back of your throat each time your finger strokes that sweet spot inside him. He purrs, a chainsaw rumble, his head falling back on a limp neck. His wings flutter, half trapped under his back, feathers slipping free to the mattress.
One paw finds your hair, slides claws through the locks, and you moan around him when he pulls. You slide another finger into him and Husk grins himself onto them, thrusting himself up into your mouth. Every thrust fucks him on your fingers and you hum, wriggling your tongue against his barbs.
“Fu—fuck—” Husk’s claws tighten in your hair, his thigh tense and twitching under your other palm. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna—fu— haaahh—”
He lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and a groan as you pull back, releasing him from your mouth with a pop. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and squeeze, pumping your fingers slowly inside him for a moment longer before withdrawing.
“Ohhh, you tease…” Husk exhales shakily, letting himself collapse back onto the mattress.
You giggle in response, keeping your grip on him as you rise, slowly straddling his lap. A soft whine plays in the back of his throat as you stoke him, sliding your slippery cunt up against him. Your breath catches at the way his barbs tickle at your clit, the head of his cock teases at your entrance. “You need a minute, old man? We can take a break, maybe play some checkers if you need to take a—”
Husk growls, and you let out a shriek of surprised laughter as he takes hold of you and throws you down on the bed. “Mouthy little shit.”
Your laughter is silenced with his kiss, his tongue pushing demandingly into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, and his wings flare out, the way they flap extinguishing the nearest candles with their breeze. Husk presses himself between your thighs, his entire body flush with yours. When he fucks himself into you it’s in one, hard thrust, and the two of you moan into each other’s mouths.
He’s always so good inside you, that sweet, stretching burn that makes your eyes roll back in your skull. Despite that first, brutal thrust, Husk takes up a slow, slow pace, rolling his hips into yours so that with every move he slides almost all the way out of you before pressing all the way back in. He lingers each time, savouring the feeling of you tight and wet and warm around him.
Husk presses his forehead against your cheek, his breath tickling your throat before his lips do, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses over your pulse point. You tangle your fingers in the fur behind his ear, hold him there, your breath catching as he sucks a mark into your skin.
“So beautiful…” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, your chin. He catches your mouth with his again, hums against your lips. “So fuckin’ lovely…”
“Feel so good, baby…” you whisper, taking your turn to dust kisses over the bartender’s face.
“What does?” his voice is barely more than a whisper. “Tell me, baby.”
“You do,” you whimper as he rewards you by slipping a paw between you to tease your clit. “Fuck, you feel so good in… inside me… Husk…”
The way he fucks you is agonising; he’s bringing you back to the edge so slowly, every thrust sending sparks into the very middle of your gut. When your eyes close he touches your cheek, and you whine at the loss of sensation on your clit.
Husk tilts your chin up with a gentle claw beneath it, bumping his nose against yours. “No, no, baby… c’mon. Eyes on me.”
Your brow creases, caught on the way he feels, and he brushes his lips over yours.
“Please, baby,” he murmurs, his voice shaking with need, with near-release. “Keep your eyes on me.”
You open your eyes to meet the burnt gold of his, arching up against him as he returns his touch to your clit. He’s panting, breath uneven, and you can tell he’s holding out for you.
“Cum for me, Husk,” you urge him, taking his face in your hands. Husk moans, burying himself deep in your cunt with one last thrust. “I’m with you, baby, uhhh…”
Husk spills himself into, shaking, and you follow him over the edge, pulling him down into another kiss to muffle yourself against his lips. He buries his face in your neck as you come down, shuddering as you stroke a gentle hand down his back, along the curve of his wing.
A soft purr keeps rolling through him and into your chest as he settles against you as though his bones have turned soft. You kiss his forehead, the base of his ear, and Husk curls his wings around you, settling his chin on your sternum.
“I didn’t deserve this, doll.”
You stop petting, reaching down to curl a finger under his chin. You kiss his nose, smiling softly when a puff of breath comes as a response. “Beg to differ.”
My collaboration to The Vees Behind The Scenes Zine @veeszine
It is titled All-nighter. I imagine our favorite villains do have to go through some work-related all-nighters here and there to resolve company stuff.
I headcanon they always meet at Val’s part of the penthouse (cuz it is the comfiest) and they always order take out. Falling asleep on Val is a common occurrence too.
It was an honor to participate in this Zine working alongside so many talented artists who truly love this villainous trio 📱📺🦋
below are all the wonderfully fluffy, horny and comforty fic prompts you can send in for the forseeable future. my usual characters and pairings (husk, huskerdust, blitzø, stolitz, adam, lucifer, and any others I may dabble with in the future) are all available.
READ BEFORE REQUESTING:
only one prompt at a time, please. and, most importantly, you cannot make anonymous requests. this let's me contact you if I have any questions about the prompt, whether that be ratings, particular kinks, etc. if you send a request on anon or with multiple prompts, it will be deleted. mutuals will get priority in the case of the same prompts being requested at the same time.
prompts will be crossed off once they've been requested so we don't get double ups :)
Smut:
Open your legs for me, baby. I want to see you.
Don’t close your eyes, baby. Look at me.
Such a good little pup, aren’t you?
You wouldn’t be this wet/hard if you didn’t want this.
Don’t be gentle with me.
Go on, fuck yourself on my cock.
This is wrong; you shouldn’t be letting me do this.
Just the tip, I promise.
You gonna be a good girl for me/us?
Please. Make me feel good. No one else can like you.
What if someone sees us?
It’s my thigh or nothing.
Let him/them use you, baby. Show them what a good toy you are.
Keep the noise down, you’re too loud.
What would they think if they could see you now?
I want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.
Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
Come on, baby, be good for me/him. Open your mouth.
Do you beg your boyfriend for it like this?
I’ll make it fit.
Let them hear us. I want them to know you belong to me.
You look good with my hand around your throat.
You look so pretty on your knees.
Were you touching yourself?
We’ve been broken up for a year, now. You’ve got no right to look at me like that.
Fluff:
26. I can’t sleep; I’ve tried everything.
27. Your hands are warm. Feels nice.
28. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.
29. It’s just for one night; I’m pretty sure sharing a bed won’t kill us.
30. You can kiss me, you know.
31. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?
32. It’s just a kiss.
33. That guy you’re seeing? They don’t deserve you.
34. You’re my favorite person, you know that?
35. Stop looking at me like that.
36. Did you just call me ‘baby’?
37. I’m totally not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand.
38. I’ve been thinking about you all day.
39. I broke it off last night.
40. Your tie’s all crooked.
Hurt/Comfort
41. When’s the last time you ate something?
42. Show me that bruise, please.
43. You’re not going to leave me, are you?
44. You’re cute when you’re a mess.
45. You look like shit. / I missed you, too.
46. You got any band-aids?
47. It hurts.
48. You never came to bed last night.
49. Why are your eyes so red?
50. My sheets smell like you.
Vox literally stopped in the middle of having sex with Val to appear as soon as Alastor called for him. Not even the oceans of Envy would quench this man's thirst
below are all the wonderfully fluffy, horny and comforty fic prompts you can send in for the forseeable future. my usual characters and pairings (husk, huskerdust, blitzø, stolitz, adam, lucifer, and any others I may dabble with in the future) are all available.
READ BEFORE REQUESTING:
only one prompt at a time, please. and, most importantly, you cannot make anonymous requests. this let's me contact you if I have any questions about the prompt, whether that be ratings, particular kinks, etc. if you send a request on anon or with multiple prompts, it will be deleted. mutuals will get priority in the case of the same prompts being requested at the same time.
prompts will be crossed off once they've been requested so we don't get double ups :)
Smut:
Open your legs for me, baby. I want to see you.
Don’t close your eyes, baby. Look at me.
Such a good little pup, aren’t you?
You wouldn’t be this wet/hard if you didn’t want this.
Don’t be gentle with me.
Go on, fuck yourself on my cock.
This is wrong; you shouldn’t be letting me do this.
Just the tip, I promise.
You gonna be a good girl for me/us?
Please. Make me feel good. No one else can like you.
What if someone sees us?
It’s my thigh or nothing.
Let him/them use you, baby. Show them what a good toy you are.
Keep the noise down, you’re too loud.
What would they think if they could see you now?
I want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.
Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
Come on, baby, be good for me/him. Open your mouth.
Do you beg your boyfriend for it like this?
I’ll make it fit.
Let them hear us. I want them to know you belong to me.
You look good with my hand around your throat.
You look so pretty on your knees.
Were you touching yourself?
We’ve been broken up for a year, now. You’ve got no right to look at me like that.
Fluff:
26. I can’t sleep; I’ve tried everything.
27. Your hands are warm. Feels nice.
28. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.
29. It’s just for one night; I’m pretty sure sharing a bed won’t kill us.
30. You can kiss me, you know.
31. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?
32. It’s just a kiss.
33. That guy you’re seeing? They don’t deserve you.
34. You’re my favorite person, you know that?
35. Stop looking at me like that.
36. Did you just call me ‘baby’?
37. I’m totally not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand.
38. I’ve been thinking about you all day.
39. I broke it off last night.
40. Your tie’s all crooked.
Hurt/Comfort
41. When’s the last time you ate something?
42. Show me that bruise, please.
43. You’re not going to leave me, are you?
44. You’re cute when you’re a mess.
45. You look like shit. / I missed you, too.
46. You got any band-aids?
47. It hurts.
48. You never came to bed last night.
49. Why are your eyes so red?
50. My sheets smell like you.
You and Husk getting hot and heavy with each other in a club, kissing and grabbing each other. How far is he willing to go right there in the main area of the club
Oh the way I desperately neeeeeeed someone right now to prove i am desirable, prove i am someone they are proud to he seen with... husk prying away shyness and absolutely wrecking me in front of a crowd? Please i would cryy
