Cat At Heart

Thoroughly Despising The Age 25, She/Her, Multi-fandom Reader, Writer, & Art Admirer

[hazbinshusk]

day one: thigh-riding/praise (husk x fem/afab!reader)

when husk suffers the side-effects of too much drinking, he makes a point to ensure you still get the most out of your time together. 1k.

Husk groans his appreciation as you kiss the taste of whiskey from his lips, his paws cupping your cheeks sweetly. His tail twitches against his ankle, his body relaxing into the embrace with an ease he hasn’t felt in a long time. Still, a frown forms between his brows as you straddle his lap, your fingers finding the downy fur of his lower stomach.

A smile touch your lips as Husk’s stomach twitches under your delicate touch, and you move your lips to tease over the side of his neck. “Missed you, Husk…” you murmur there, nipping playfully as his pulse point. “Felt so empty without you…”

“Oh, doll…” he lets out this gruff whine that thrills you, and he brings your mouth back to his. He slides his tongue into your mouth, chasing the taste of you. You whimper and the sound of it thrills him, warring with the booze still flooding his system. When your fingers dip lower, down to his waistband. Husk curses under his breath however when you unfasten the button of his fly and slip your hand into his pants to cup his cock with your warm palm. “Shit…”

He’s frustratingly soft under your touch, and Husk exhales, closing his eyes to avoid seeing the disappointment on your face.

“’m sorry, doll,” he mutters, the half-empty bottle still his hand suddenly feeling far heavier. “I didn’t…”

“Hey,” you admonish softly, kissing one side of his muzzle, then the other. “It’s okay. You didn’t know I’d be back today.”

“Not a fuckin’ excuse,” he grumbles, but he still returns your kiss when you bring your lips back to his. “Shoulda cut back.”

“I mean, sure,” you withdraw your hand from his pants to instead rub your fingers through the fur at the base of his ears comfortingly. “But that’s just because I don’t think you have a liver anymore.”

Husk chuckles despite himself, and you take the opportunity to kiss him again. Husk takes hold of your hips, and you gasp into his mouth as he guides them into grinding down over his lap.

“Husk…”

He smirks at the reaction, squeezing your hips with his large paws. It’s his turn to kiss your neck, and your breath catches in the back of your throat as you feel his teeth graze over the sensitive spot below your ear. “Jus’ because I’m a fuckin’ wretch, doesn’t mean I’d leave ya high and dry, baby.”

“You’re not a—ohhh…” you moan quietly as Husk presses one thigh up between your legs, and you shift obediently to straddle it properly. Husk rewards you by kissing you again, his tongue in your mouth and his claws pricking at the flesh of your hips. You let yourself fall into a steady rhythm against his thigh, curling your fingers around his suspenders for balance. You’re wearing jeans, and when you angle your hips just right, you can feel the seam of them press and rub against your clit through your panties. “Fuck…”

“That’s it, baby…” Husk urges, kissing the underside of your jaw. His breath is hot as it tickles your skin, the scent of whiskey teasing your nose. He sucks a mark into the side of your throat, one paw spreading itself over the swell of your ass. He slips his claws under your waistband as you grind yourself against the muscle of his thigh and the sharp taunt of them against your soft flesh makes you whine, high-pitched and needy. “Look how good you’re doing for me… fuck, I’ve missed you like this…”

“Husk…” you can feel your excitement dampening his trousers through your jeans, and you thrill at the way Husk growls when you fist your hands in the fur of his shoulders. “Fuck, Husk…”

“Sound so pretty for me,” the bartender murmurs, watching your head fall back as your back arches. “Such a pretty little songbird for me, baby.”

His grip on your ass tightens, pain flirting with the pleasure knotting in the pit of your stomach.

“Gonna fuck you so good, doll,” his voice is rough, dark, and it sends a shiver through you. “Promise I’m gonna fuck you so good… fuck, you’re doin’ so good for me. Tell me how it feels.”

“So good,” you moan, eyes rolling back behind their lids. “So good, Husk… you feel so… fuck…”

“Good girl,” he growls, bringing your mouth back down to his. He encourages you into a faster rhythm against his thigh, tongue teasing against your tender bottom lip for a moment before sliding it into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, body shaking with the sensations you’re losing yourself to in his lap. “That’s my good girl… Daddy’s got you, baby…”

“Uhn… Husk,” you take his face in your hands, guiding him needily into burying his muzzle in your chest. He chuckles, voice muffled, kissing his way along the swell of your breast. He tugs your shirt down with his teeth, and neither of you can find it in your to care when you hear the fabric tear. His mouth finds your nipple, rough tongue teasing it to a point, and you moan into the fur between his ears, knocking his hat from his head. “God, I’m so close… please…”

“That’s it, baby,” he grinds you harder against his lap, heated breath on your damp, tingling nipple. “I wanna feel you cum, wanna hear that pretty way you moan my name when you cum.”

Husk continues muttering sweet nothings to you, his honeyed tenor overwhelming you as your body tightens and you feel yourself break. You do moan his name; fingers dug deep in the fur at the back of his head. He croons your name against your breast, tilts his head back to dust kisses over the underside of your jaw.

Your body shakes against his, your breathing unsteady. “Christ… and we didn’t even have to take off our pants.”

Husk laughs, kissing you again. “Give me another hour or so to sober up some more and we’ll fix that, promise.”

You grin, kissing the cold tip of his nose. “You spoil me.”

He snickers, patting your ass affectionately. “Jus’ wait ‘til I get ya upstairs.”

[jazziesanura]

I've missed reading these..

[hazbinshusk]

husk x fem!reader. a combination of two anon requests. when you suggest a night out together, the bartender balks at formalising the relationship between the two of you and unknowingly triggers some old issues for you in the process. now he's stuck on the outs with you and torn between keeping you at a safe distance no matter how much it hurts, or telling you how he feels. 2.5k

featuring: angst with a happy ending, fluff, drinking, vaggie plays wingwoman (I need them to interact more in canon), husk's usual self-hatred, self-esteem issues, sex as a coping mechanism, oops the author fell on some of her own personal issues and is working them out through someone else's request, shh let's just kiss and make up.

The way Husk laughs when you’re alone, full-bellied and genuine rather than that light, derisive snicker you so often hear when he’s with the others… God, it makes bubbles pop in your chest. He’s leaning on the bar in a way that closes so much of the distance between the two of you, the intimacy of being the only two in the hotel’s expansive lobby heightened by the booze and the laughter and the warm spice of his cologne.

When did he start wearing cologne?

Maybe you could blame your next thought on the booze: I could bathe in that shit.

You stir your drink with your straw, resting your chin in your hand, admiring the way his features have softened with the late hour. The two of you have been in this routine for weeks now – you staying up later than everyone else to keep him company, him keeping the bar open just that little bit longer to enjoy it. Not that he would admit it to you, no… he’d insist with a shrug that he couldn’t fall asleep without at least half a bottle of ‘somethin’ strong’ in his system.

But then half a bottle would turn into a full one, then two… but they’d be shared with you and neither of you would mind the late hour at all. And after a while, the nights at the bar had migrated to your bed, and even now you can feel a blush burning up from your neck to your cheeks at the memories of how he would clutch at your hips, press himself into you… the way he’d sigh out your name as he’d bury himself deep into you. You press your thighs together, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt as though you can still feel his claws graze up the sensitive skin beneath it.

Still, maybe you could blame the booze on the next words out of your mouth. Maybe, if you hadn’t thought the same thing a thousand times sober over the last few weeks. Still, it made you bold.

“So, when are you going to take me out for a real drink?”

Husk freezes halfway into pouring himself another glass, the neck of the bottle resting against the rim of it as his ears flick upward in surprise at the sudden change in conversation. He recovers after a moment; finishes pouring and sets the bottle aside.

“You tellin’ me this shit ain’t workin’?”

Your lips twitch in a smile, and you hold up your glass. “Oh, no, the paint thinner is still enough to make sure the room’s at a thirty-degree angle. But I don’t think it counts as buying a girl a drink if you’re the one pouring them out, bartender.”

Husk shakes his head, his expression turning… cagey. “You don’t want that, doll.”

You raise a brow, smile turning to one of bemusement. “I don’t know. A night out, away from the hotel… it might be nice. Besides, I’m kind of curious what you’re like on an actual date.”

Husk blanches. “A date?”

“Well, yeah.” you shrug a shoulder. “I mean, we’ve been fooling around for, what? Like, a month now, and—”

“We’re not…” Husk cuts you off, his wings tucking themselves around his shoulders. It makes him look smaller. “We’re just friends, doll.”

Friends?

You blink, that fluttery, drunken feeling in your chest wilting into something sour. “Just… friends?”

“Well, yeah, I—”

“So, do you let all your friends suck you off behind the bar?” you say it without thinking, hurt rising to burn, acidic and terrible, around your heart. You feel it colour your cheeks, and you push your stool back and stand, uncaring of the way the legs screech against the floor. Husk flinches at the sound of it, his ears pressed back. You might be overreacting… the alcohol that feels so heavy now in your stomach might be playing a part here.

But, no… there was no way he touched you like that, held you like that once the sex was over… even if he didn’t stay the night, there was something there.

Wasn’t there?

You glare at him, fists clenched by your sides uselessly. “We’re more than friends, and you know it, Husk.”

The bartender at least has the decency to look apologetic. “We’re not… you’re not—”

“What?” you snap. “I’m not good enough for you?”

And you’re pissed at yourself for handling this so poorly.

But still, it stings, and you can’t help the hurt that drips from your tone. You’d heard this a thousand times before you’d died – you were fun in bed, a good lay, but they couldn’t take you out in public. They couldn’t introduce you to their friends, or make it official.

No, you were the kind of girl that men kept behind closed doors, a secret shame you were sick of letting yourself be. It didn’t matter how they dressed it up – it was ‘sexier as a secret’ or you were ‘just for them’ – it all boiled down to the same thing, and you really didn’t want to hear what excuse Husk would use.

Maybe you shouldn’t be surprised that you were reliving this experience in Hell, but… fuck, you’d actually though he was different.

Guess you really did never fucking learn.

Husk looks… pained, his bottle abandoned. Still, he doesn’t step out from behind the bar, as though reminding you of the distance between the two of you. He seems to stumble slightly over his words in a different way than he does when he’s drunk. “That’s not what I—"

“Just save it, Husk.” you shake your head, rolling your eyes derisively. “I got the hint. You don’t need to spell it out for me.”

“Doll…”

You can’t help but glower at him, and even though you can feel its effect weakened by the tears building in your throat, Husk withdraws under it.

“Don’t.” you tell him, your voice softer. You sigh, turning your eyes to the ceiling. “Just… don’t, okay? I get it. Trust me, I get it.”

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Husk’s on edge.

More so than usual.

The bar’s too fucking loud and the floors stink of artificial fucking pine thanks to Niffty’s overzealous cleaning and it has nothing to do with the fact that you’ve gone out for drinks with Angel and Cherri again and every night you had you had come home drunk and giggling and smelling of arousal and sweat and someone that wasn’t him.

And he was pissed at just how much that was tearing him apart.

“I know I’m usually the one who discourages drinking, but you’re still kinda expected to do your job,” Husk is dragged out his half-drunk brooding by the dry voice of Vaggie. She’s sitting on the stool at the end of the bar, her eyebrow raised, and Husk’s ears pin back automatically at the sudden intrusion of his space – despite her being almost three feet away. “Can I get a drink?”

“Bar’s closed.”

She purses her lips, caught between annoyance and amusement. “Just pour me a damn water, Husk.”

He huffs a beleaguered sigh and rolls his eyes, but does as she tells him, even going so far as to drop a couple of ice cubes in the bottom of the glass. He sets it pointedly on a coaster in front of her, but she’s of course unaffected by his almost permanent glower.

“So…” she takes a sip of her water, feigning casual in a way that’s too awkward to quite be believable. “…if the bar’s closed, why are you still here?”

Husk shrugs a shoulder, wraps his claws around the familiar curve of a whiskey bottle. There’s a small bead of satisfaction that drops into his chest when a flash of disapproval flickers across the woman’s features, and he takes a swig before answering. “Angel usually needs a drink after work – if I ain’t here to pour it, he’ll have half the bar by mornin’.”

“And you don’t like to share?” she suggests, and Husk takes another drink as if to spite her.

“I thought you were big on the whole moderation thing,” he replies. “At least for your residents.”

“Wouldn’t hurt for the staff to lead by example.”

Husk doesn’t bother to meet her eye, speaking with the mouth of the bottle only a breath from his lips. “I ain’t much for self-improvement, Vaggie.”

“I noticed,” she says snidely, filling the following silence between them by tapping her nails against the countertop. After a few moments she sighs, as though she’d been expecting him to open up to her in the quiet. “So… you’re waiting for Angel to get off work.”

Husk narrows his eyes at her. “That’s what I said.”

Vaggie nods, setting her glass back on the coaster. “Except he’s not at work. And you know that – we watched him leave for the club hours ago.”

A soft, irritated growl rumbles at the back of Husk’s throat. “Point still stands. You think a drunk Angel is about to start respectin’ the idea of restraint?”

“Fair point,” she concedes. Then, “So, this has nothing to do with who he went out with tonight?”

Husk hesitates for just a second – but it’s enough for that wary eye of Vaggie’s to catch. “I ain’t got any idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Oh, please,” she rolls her eye, folding her arms across her chest. “For weeks they were keeping you company here, and then all of sudden they stop talking to you and you’re all… pissy. What did you do?”

Husk cuts her a glare that proves annoyingly ineffective. “It’s nothin’.”

“Puta madre, you are driving everyone here crazy with this attitude of yours – even Niffty’s noticed.” Vaggie snaps. “If you need to say something to her, or take something back, then just do it already. You two are stressing Charlie out with all this tension and self-destruction bullshit.”

Husk rolls his eyes. “I appreciate the concern, but it’s nothin’. And it ain’t my job to go out there collectin’ strays whenever you feel like it.”

“It is when you’re the one who drove them—”

Vaggie’s mouth snaps shut mid-retort as one of the doors to the Hotel creaks open – a brand-new hotel, and the door still squeaks – and the two of them jerk their attention towards it. Husk’s ears perk up automatically as you slip into the lobby, alone. Vaggie slips off her stool as you stumble towards the couch, shooting the bartender a meaningful look.

“Talk to her.”

His only response is to flip her off, his eyes trained on you as you sink into the couch cushions, his tail waving behind him slowly.

Vaggie rolls her eye, muttering under her breath as she turns to leave. “Dios mío, este lugar está lleno de idiotas enamorados.”

Husk doesn’t spare her another look, but he begrudgingly sets his bottle back on the shelf and says, “Mira quién habla, blondie.”

Vaggie stops, blinking in surprise. Then her expression softens into a wry smile as she continues her way upstairs.

Husk watches you for a moment, nerves flaring in his gut. Still, he sighs, forces himself to round the bar and approach the sofa you’re sprawled on. Your eyes are closed, your head lolling to the side, heavy with the effects of a long night of drinking. Christ, he hopes Angel and Cherri didn’t let you walk home alone. He makes move to reach out, to touch a paw to your shoulder, but he stops, letting it fall leaden against his side once more.

“You okay, doll?”

Your brow furrows, a frown marring your pretty features. Your eyes blink open, and it takes you a moment to focus on him. The expression on your face deepens, and it tears at the ache in his chest.

“’m not talking to you,” you mumble, curling your body away from him. He doesn’t know what to say, but after a minute, you continue as if you’d already forgotten what you’d said. “What’re you doing here?”

A small smile of amusement touches the corner of Husk’s mouth. “I work here. You’re in the hotel lobby.”

“Oh.” you let your head fall back against the couch so you can see the bar behind him. “Good for me.”

“Yeah, you did good.”

You sigh, your chest rising and falling petulantly. Husk tries not to let his eyes linger on the tight fit your clothes had on your curves, and he swallows thickly. “I miss here.”

He raises a brow, sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. His knee bumps against yours, and he finds the courage to reach out a brush the hair away from your cheek. “You live here, pet.”

You lean into the touch for a moment before your frown deepens, and you push his paw away. “Don’t…”

Husk exhales, his voice soft. Still, he withdraws his touch. “’m sorry, baby.”

You groan. “That’s worse…”

Husk can’t help it; he asks, “Why’s that?”

You whine, leaning forward to surprise him by burying your face in his neck. Your breath is hot and stinks of booze, but he doesn’t care. All he notices is the way it makes him shudder. “Because you don’t mean it.”

He strokes a paw carefully down your back. You react almost automatically, and despite your complaints, you wrap your arms around his neck. Husk pulls you forward gently, until you’re practically in his lap, his own arms moving to encircle you carefully.

“Oh, baby.” he sighs, his voice low. He feels your fingers curl in his fur. “I always mean it.”

Husk feels you shiver against him and his wings move instinctively, curling around the two of you. “I hate it,” you mutter into the soft fur of his shoulder. “I hate being mad at you.”

“’m not enjoyin’ it too much, either,” Husk admits, and you giggle drunkenly. The sound of it, your breath, it tickles against his neck, and he smiles into the crown of your head. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

You turn your head, resting your cheek against his chest. “Pfft. You miss the sex.”

“No,” Husk shakes his head. “No, doll. I miss you. ‘m sorry for not tellin’ you… I jus’… you’re better than me. You deserve better than me.”

You groan into his chest, fingers playing with the fur at the back of his head. “That’s stupid.”

Husk laughs, rich and soft and deep, and he catches your chin, lifting your face up to his. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

He kisses you gently, lips warm and soft and wonderfully familiar. You whimper into the embrace, breath catching as he tugs you closer. Husk scoops you up into his arms gently and stands, cradling you against his chest. Your only protest is another soft whine, but your arms tighten around his shoulders all the same. He kisses you again, speaking against your lips.

"C'mon, doll. Let’s get you to bed.”

[jazziesanura]

This felt so natural..from low point to resolution.. Beautifully done. Love how you've written Vaggie.

[irkimatsu]

Husk finds your panties in his room.

It's not a mystery how they ended up in there - the two of you had a quickie a few hours ago, before rushing down to Charlie's latest activity and trying to hide what you'd just been up to. You must have been in such a rush you forgot to get dressed all the way.

Husk is glad he didn't notice earlier. If he'd known you weren't wearing anything under your skirt, it would have driven him nuts for the rest of the evening.

But he sure notices them now, peeking out from beneath his bed...

If he was a good man, he'd leave them there and try to discreetly return them to you tomorrow.

Husk is not a good man.

He picks them up between two tentative claws, initially disappointed that they're no longer warm, but his disappointment changes to arousal as soon as he notices how soaked through they are, the result of him kissing your mouth and palming between your legs earlier.

Before he can scold himself, he lifts them up to his face and takes a deep breath. Fuck, these are definitely yours; he'd know that sweet, sexy smell of you anywhere. His tail waves as he takes another few breaths, his hand absentmindedly diving into the front of his pants.

He wants you so badly... should he ask you to join him tonight?

No, you already fucked him once today, he doesn't want to seem needy...

...so instead he'll sleep alone, jacking off to the scent of your worn panties. That makes him so much less of a dirty old man, obviously.

His self-loathing isn't enough to stop him. He nudges his pants and boxers down to the floor, and once he's nude, he gets comfortable in bed so he can continue enjoying his "treasure". His strokes to his cock are slow and gentle; he wants to savor the experience.

As he takes another deep breath, he wonders if you really left them here by accident.

...no, surely you wouldn't leave something like this behind for him on purpose...

[amoridic]

coming back to you.

bassist!hitoshi shinsou x gn reader.

a/n: inspired by my dream ! might right the actual one though ,,

hitoshi and his band were more popular than they had expected. infact, they had shows fully booked all over the country. he enjoyed staying in japan, close to you, but he knew it was important for him to go.

they had decided to move some dates which wasn't exactly something the fans were happy about. they got to keep their tickets for another time but the band needed their time. it was a month break that was supposed to start tomorrow, when he arrived home.

he failed to mention that he got an earlier flight. that he was standing infront of your shared home.

he peered into the window, smiling at your current position. you wore his clothes, your two cats were sprawled out on your chest and stomach, and the TV was playing one of his old performances. you must have really missed him. though he couldn't blame you, he hadn't been home in four months.

quietly, he moved to the door, unlocking it. he was worried you would think he was an intruder but it was worth it. he snuck in the home as if he was a teenager trying to not get caught. he made his way to the shared room, avoiding the creaking floorboards. once he made it, he flicked the lights on and dropped his stuff.

"miss me?" he asked, a smug tone in his voice. it was obvious tinged by genuine care, he missed you too.

the sight was one to behold. he was home, finally, but was it your imagination? when your cats, foggy and fairy, jumped up to greet him, you knew it wasn't a dream. you eagerly jumped up, practically flying off the bed into him. his back hit the wall as he quickly moved to support you, his hands holding your thighs up. all that was heard in the house was cats meowing and kisses.

"holy shit you're real. i missed you so much. so fucking much." you mumbled into his skin, your lips covering ever inch of skin.

"yeah, i'm real, dollface. i missed you too." he said quietly, his voice having an unusual higher tone to it.

finally, the kisses were done and he carried you to the couch. not without tripping over the cats a few times. once you two were neatly nestled into eachother, the cats cuddled into any spot they could find.

you knew that no matter how far from home he was, he would always come back to you.

[jazziesanura]

Oh, this is so sweet..

[hazbinshusk]

Husk being a Good Friend (trademarked) in that no, baby, he won't fuck you... you've been drinking too much and he ain't going to take advantage of you like that. And hell, you must be far gone if it's him you're hitting on.

But he'll take pity when you pout, because how can he not when such a pretty bunny looks at him like that? So, yes, he'll take your hand and lead you to one of the lobby couches... thank God it's empty.

No, he hasn't changed his mind, he's not fucking you, not now... not that he hasn't thought of exactly this... but no. He's trying to be a gentleman here, even with how good you smell and how temptingly soft your skin is under his paw.

But he'll pull you into his lap, arrange you so you're straddling his thigh, and tell you

"Go on, baby... be good for me and take what you need..."

And Christ, how gorgeous you'll look as you grind yourself needily against the lean muscle of his thigh... your soft little hands clutching at his shoulders, grabbing at his suspenders, pushing them down his arms. Every heavy breath and whimpered moan you make is fucking music to him, a tune that goes straight to his dick, and God how he wishes he could taste you.

Your mouth is so close to his as you lean down over him, rolling your hips eagerly, hard down over his thigh, and he'll murmur just how good you're doing, just how pretty you look like this...

He'll groan, the sound catching in the back of his throat when you guide his hands to your waist, and when he dares bring one paw down to squeeze your ass you don't protest. If anything, you moan louder, and Husk watches hungrily as your chest shudders with each unsteady breath.

He wants to commit every second of this to memory, the arch of your body against him, the way your thighs clench around his. The way your forehead bumps against his before your head tips back... the way the column of your throat practically glows under the firelight.

He'll imagine how this could have escalated later, how you could have reached between the two of you for the fastenings of his pants. He'll imagine how good it would feel to have you touch him, how good it would feel to touch you back, really touch you... He'll imagine it's your eager, soaking cunt wrapped around his cock instead of his own paw the moment he's alone again.

But right now you're murmuring his name in short, breathless gasps, and when you hear him tell you its okay, you can cum, cum for him, bunny, you'll shiver through an orgasm, your body pressed flush against his.

He won't mention this, doll, don't worry. It's between you and him. A little stress release to help you sleep, don't worry about it.

And when you thank him for it before disappearing to your room, your panties slick with your own cum, he'll wait until you're gone before replying

"Anytime."

[jazziesanura]

Ooh... Huskie is so sweet.. I love the concept of a man who holds back and actually does cause lord knows what he'd do with consent

[itswannysenpai]

Babysitter 🍼

[hazbinshusk]

overlord!husk x bunny!reader x transmasc!partner. when you stumble into the private bar of a certain casino-owning overlord, you find him charmed rather than irritated by your presence. when he propositions you and you tell him that you have a boyfriend, husk isn't daunted. he's intrigued.

so happy and flattered to have been asked to write this smutfic for @mckeeks by their absolutely wonderful partner @top-shelf-tender for valentine's day. this is my first time writing a threesome fic featuring a non-canon character alongside the reader, and it was so much fun to do! happy valentines to the both of you, my loves!

featuring: smut, husk is kind of sleazy, oral sex, vaginal sex, threesome, thigh-riding. partner is unnamed and transmasc, and hell is gender-affirming because I say so, so they have markings where their top-surgery scars would be and both sets of genitalia. again, because I say so.

The Overlord notices you before you do him, but his attention still leaves goosebumps prickling against the back of your neck in a way that has nothing to do with the way the cool breeze of the air conditioning caresses the bare skin of your arms, your thighs. You’ve wandered into one of the more secluded areas of the casino, the sounds of tumbling slots and excited players muffled and replaced by the soft, playful chords of jazz music and the muted conversations of the few sinners around you. The spicy-sweet scent of cigar smoke tickles at your delicate nose as you order a drink from one of the imp waitresses. Confusion wrinkles your brow for a moment as she hesitates, glancing over your shoulder for a few seconds before nodding and heading to the bar.

Despite the pause you still get your drink, and you find a seat at an isolate table towards the side of the room. The boozy mix of maraschino cherry and gin is cool and fresh against your tongue, the alcohol joining the previous drinks already muddling the edges of your mind. There’s this buzzing in your skin; an awareness that doesn’t seem to be dulled at all by the alcohol, those instincts that seem to have come hand in hand with your sinner form keeping a wariness itching inside you.

It doesn’t seem to unsettle you though… instead there’s a warmth that curls in your stomach and up against the small of your back. So, when a tall, silver-furred hellhound approaches your table, you don’t feel all that surprised.

“Stand up,” he tells you gruffly. “The boss wants you at his table.”

You blink, an ear twitching as you set your glass on the table in front of you. “The—”

“Let’s go.”

Shit.

You almost stumble over your heels as you do as your told, the chair legs catching briefly on the carpet. Your face warms with nerves as you realise what you’ve done.

You’ve managed to walk yourself right into the private lounge of the gambling overlord himself.

Following obediently after the hound to the opposite corner of the room, you run your palms over the skirt of your dress, nervously smoothing away non-existent wrinkles in the sparkling fabric. The bar is dimly lit and the glow of the overlord’s eyes is the first thing you notice as they watch you, half-lidded, as you cross the bar to his table. The demon takes a long drag of his cigar as the hound pulls out a seat and guides you into it with a genial hand against the middle of your back. The smoke curls around the overlord’s features as he studies you with a weighted gaze that seems to heat your very core.

“You’re new.”

You open your mouth, close it again as you fail to find your reply. His voice is rough but melodic, a hypnotic blend of torn velvet and warm honey that makes you shiver. When you don’t respond, his smile curves wider with amusement, his claws sounding a quiet tink against the crystal of his whiskey glass as he picks it up. He takes a sip, unbothered by the burn of it, before he continues.

“I’d remember you.”

You swallow as the heat doubles in your cheeks, and you finally find your voice again. It quavers slightly, and you twist your fingers together in your lap beneath the table. “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t realise this was your private… area.”

“The security outside didn’t tip you off?” he asks with a raised, red brow. Off your look, his smirk widens, and he turns his head to address the hound now standing beside him casually. “Roscoe, remind me to give Dex a bonus. He always has the best taste.”

The silver hound – Roscoe – nods, hands tucked behind his back. “Yes, sir.”

The exchange makes you shiver; a fly, served up to a spider in its web.

“I should go,” you offer, your tone deferential, polite. “I was just looking for somewhere quiet, and—”

“In a casino?” the Overlord seems entertained by your explanation. He raises a hand, and moments later another drink is set on the table in front of you. His whiskey is replaced, too.

“I never said it was logical,” you defend yourself, waving a hand pointedly up at one of your ears, the one that bends down against your hair, the tip of it brushing your forehead like bangs. “They’re kinda sensitive.”

He chuckles, and the sound of it almost feels as though it pulses into you. “I bet they are…”

You press your thighs together under the table, feel the cold wet of condensation against your fingers.

The Overlord leans forward on the table, his wings shifting, spreading slightly behind him imposingly. “Your luck turn on you, doll?”

You shake your head, fidgeting with the stem of your cocktail glass. You take a sip, hoping the booze will banish the tension you feel tightening almost addictively in your stomach. “I’m not actually much for games of chance.”

The words slip out before you consider them, and you bite your lip. The cat demon’s smirk only widens though, and his eyes watch your nose twitch almost predatorily. “Smart girl.”

You breathe a soft laugh despite yourself, and for a brief moment, you think maybe his pupils actually widen at the sound. “It’s not really about being smart, I just… how lucky can I be if I’m in Hell?”

The Overlord snickers, letting his gaze travel down over you for a moment, every inch of you warming under his glowing gaze. He takes a long drag from his cigar, eyes returning to yours, and when he speaks his voice comes huskily, a tone low enough for just you to hear. “Ever thought about tryin’ to make your own luck?”

Something in his question makes you bold, and you finish your drink, lick the sweet liquor from your lips with the tip of your tongue. “And how do I do that?”

He swallows the last of his whiskey, waving away the bottle immediately offered by a nearby imp. Instead, he gestures to the hellhound, standing up and rounding the table towards you. “Find Roscoe here, later. He’ll show you to my private suite.”

The suggestion in his voice is enough to make your breath catch. Excitement rises unbidden inside you at the suggestion, the promise in his voice. “I…” you clear your throat, remembering yourself. “I have a boyfriend.”

The Overlord smirks, smoke curling around his muzzle as he leans down to speak in your ear.

“Bring him.”

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Everything between telling your partner about the offer you’d been made and you now kneeling on the Overlord’s plush carpet floor was a blur. You’d mentioned it teasingly, a joke that the two of you could laugh about as a what-could-have-been anytime you passed by the Lucky Hearts Casino, even as your face had flushed with the pink of arousal, of possibility. And now that pink burns in your cheeks again as you watch the Overlord light a fresh cigar, considering the two of you with bright, hungry eyes. He smirks when his eyes fall to where your fingers are laced with your partner’s between you.

“Oh, sweet girl…” he croons, relaxing back into the soft fabric of the armchair he’s reclining in. His tail twitches back and forth slowly, and his tongue slips out to lick slowly against the side of his muzzle. “Don’t you two jus’ make up the prettiest pair of playthings?”

You swear you can feel your partner’s pulse drumming against your fingers, their anxiety, their excitement mirroring your own. The Overlord had welcomed the two of you into his suite with a knowing, cocky smirk, and the burn of the drinks he’d plied the two of you with still burned a little against your parted lips. The demon exhales a trail of smoke towards the ceiling before he leans forward in his seat to bring his face level with yours. He takes your face in one paws, claws digging into your cheeks as he tilts your face back. His smirk widens as he holds your gaze for a moment as though he’s considering you, and then his mouth is on yours.

His kiss is warm and rough and intoxicatingly demanding, tasting of whiskey and smoke and something you’re sure is just him – his tongue slides against yours, surprising you with its rough texture, and your hand tightens in your partner’s as you whine into the Overlord’s mouth. His fangs catch briefly on your bottom lip as he pulls away, and you whimper. He holds your gaze long enough to catch your reaction, see the way you lean forward instinctively to chase his lips, before he moves to kiss your partner too.

You watch the two of them like you’re suddenly starving for the way they look together, a thrill curling through you as your boyfriend leans up into the embrace, as you catch glimpses of their tongues meeting. The Overlord’s claws are curled around his throat, the point of his thumb claw digging tauntingly into his raised chin. Your partner dares to raise a hand to cup the Overlord’s cheek, and the cat chuckles into the kiss before he finally pulls away.

“Mmmm…” he hums almost thoughtfully as he settles back in his chair, pleased, and takes another drag from his cigar. The claws of his other hands trail over his thigh idly, as though he isn’t fully aware of it, and they linger over the fastening of his pants. “Y’know, guests really should make a point of thankin’ their host.”

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You lick slowly up along the length of the Overlord’s hard cock, the barbs tickling along the flat of your tongue. Your fingers curl in the soft fabric of his trousers, tugging them further open, baring more of him to the two of you. You can’t help but moan as you feel your boyfriend’s tongue meet yours, curling around the other side of the cat demon’s cock as he mirrors your moments. The Overlord groans, head falling back as the two of you tease the head of him.

The sound turns to a heady chuckle as he watches the two of you kiss, your fingers curling around the base of his cock and pumping him slowly. You’re straddling your partner’s thigh, and you can’t help but gasp into his mouth as you grind down against it, matching the pace of your hips with the pace of your hand. You can feel his familiar smile against your lips, feel him bite teasingly at your lip as he mumbles, “That’s my eager girl…”

He kisses you again before he swirls his tongue around the Overlord’s cock and sinks his mouth down onto it, taking it in until he gags.

“Fuck…” The Overlord moans, wrapping a fistful of hair in his claws and tilting your head back. He tugs it harder when your hip still, pulling a gasp from your lips at the sudden flash of pain. “Did I say stop, doll?”

You shake your head, rolling your hips against your partner’s thigh obediently. You clutch at the Overlord’s thigh, your partner’s shoulder, feel the claws leave your hair to skim down over the side of your face. They trail over your shoulder, bare except for the strap of your bra, and one claw catches under it, dragging it down to your arm.

“Give daddy a show, baby.”

You hold his gaze as you unhook your bra, slipping the flimsy lace from your arms and tossing it aside. You can feel your partner’s eyes burning into you too as you run your hands over your chest, squeezing the soft, giving swell of your breasts. You nipples harden under your touch, sparks of pleasure with each flick of your fingers. The feathered end of the Overlord’s tail tickles over the small of your back, the curve of your ass, and you hold his gaze as you bring your mouth back to his cock.

The two of you make out almost sloppily, tongues and lips teasing over the demon’s cock. He thrusts up into your mouths, claws in your hair and your partner’s, and you take turns deep-throating him until you’re both gasping for breath, drool hanging in a thread from your lips. Your partner catches your cheek in his hand, wipes the saliva away with his thumb before he kisses you again. You practically melt into it, light-headed and breathless.

“I’d say the two of you might be the most wholesome little creatures in Hell if I ain’t just witnessed all that,” the Overlord smirks, stroking himself a few times before he pushes himself up to stand. He gives you both a dark, cocky smirk, reaching up with one paw to undo the buttons still fastened around his throat. His other hand comes down to stroke your partner’s cheek, and the sinner leans into the touch, eyes closing for a moment. “On the bed, the both of you. Now.”

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You shiver as you feel the soft, soft fur of the Overlord’s chest press against your bare back, his claws claiming your hips. He has you kneeling on the bed in front of him, and you can feel the firm line of his erection pressing against the cleft of your ass. You push your hips back against it and he groans a quiet laugh in your ear, squeezing your hips and brushing a biting kiss to the curve of your throat.

“Easy, doll,” he tells you, tail tickling at your ankle. “We’ve got time for that yet, don’t we?”

“Do we?”

He breathes another laugh, rewarding your teasing with a kiss to your jaw. You whimper the barest breath of a moan in response, pushing your hips back into his again needily. He watches your partner over your shoulder, directing his next words to him. “She always this… enthusiastic?”

Your boyfriend is laid out on the bed before you, their legs parted as you slowly circle his clit with your fingers the way Husk had murmured in your ear. Their chest heaves with every laboured breath, a crease between their brow as you work them slowly undone. He nods, a breathless smile softening his features in a way that makes your heart flutter against your ribs. You want to bend down to kiss him, to catch his lips with yours and taste the quiet moan that escapes him, but the Overlord’s paws keep you anchored against him. When you dip your fingers into him and then raise your hand to trail your slick fingers along the line of his cock, he bucks up into your hand.

“Yes…” he sighs, eyes rolling back for a moment. He reaches down blindly, fingertips just managing to graze your thigh. “I fucking love it…”

Husk snickers, touching a claw to your chin and turning your face towards his. His voice is low and rough with desire. “So do I.”

He kisses you deeply, claws making you shiver as they tease over the soft flesh of your stomach, down to whisper over your inner thighs. One paw moves back up your body to squeeze your breast, curl around your throat, and your breath catches against his palm.

“Now, pet.” he tells you, his lips so close to yours you can feel his breath tickling your cheek. “You’re gonna be a good girl, and sit on his face, yeah?”

He relaxes his paw just long enough for you to nod, to breathe out an eager, “Yes…”

“And you’re gonna watch me make myself at home right there, right where those clever little fingers of yours are now.”

Again, he flexes his grip on your throat, and you partner moans again as you flick your fingers back over his clit. “Yes, sir…”

The cat’s smirk widens at that, his other paw slipping a little further up between your thighs. You know he can feel just how wet you are as his fingers graze the thin fabric of your underwear, and you ache with the need to feel something inside you.

“And you’re gonna show your boy here just how much you appreciate how he feels between these sinful thighs of yours by tellin’ me what to do.” he releases your throat just to press a kiss to it, the rough barbs of his tongue sliding against the sensitive flesh there. “Sound like somethin’ you can handle, pet?”

“Yes, sir,” you move your head in an attempt to catch his lips with yours, but he pulls away.

“Be a good girl, now,” he says, running his claws up the back of your thigh to squeeze the soft cottontail at the base of your spine. It makes you jump, your nose twitching. “And do as you’re told.”

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Your back arches with the force of your moan as you feel your partner’s tongue press deep into you, his fingers playing almost too lazily with your clit. He echoes the sound, muffled by your thighs, as the Overlord laps his tongue up from his hole to the head of his cock. The demon is laid out on his stomach between his thighs, wings quivering as he grinds his own erection against the sheets. His tail waves behind him, his claws wrapped firmly around your partner’s thighs, forcing them to stay open to him.

“Fuck, right there…” you breathe, honestly unsure of which man you’re talking to. You lean forward, bracing your hands against your boyfriend’s chest so you can grind down against his mouth. He groans headily into your cunt as you trace your fingers lovingly over the markings that line the curve of his pectorals, your thumbs flicking over his nipples. “Right there, baby, fuck…”

The Overlord’s ears flick towards the two of you greedily, drinking in every little sound you make. An almost desperate urge to run your fingers through the soft fur between them overtakes you, and without thinking, you lean forward to do so. The gambler stiffens the moment he feels you fingertips graze his fur, but at the ridiculous softness of that hair draws you in and you sink your fingers into the thick fur. And when your nails graze along his scalp, the big bad Overlord does the most endearing thing you could possibly imagine –

He purrs.

The sound is a rough, chainsaw rumble that seems to vibrate into the very mattress beneath him, and your partner’ moans loudly into you, arching up under the Overlord’s mouth. The cat meets your eye, gaze aglow with arousal and need and what you swear is a warning not to say a fucking word about what you’re hearing, but still he arches his back in that gorgeous, fluid way only cats can seem to manage when you move your fingers lower to scratch at the base of his neck and between his shoulders.

“That’s it, sir…” you murmur, voice catching as your partner’s fingers quicken on your clit. You fuck yourself needily on their tongue, stroking your fingers through the Overlord’s fur. He has a paw fisted around the base of your boyfriend’s cock, his tongue on their clit. “That’s it, a little… faster… fuuuh—”

Your eyes roll back as your partner mirror’s the Overlord, fucking you on their tongue in a way that makes your toes curl. He’s thrusting his hips as best he can to press his cock further into the cat demon’s paw, the higher pitch to their muffled sound betraying just how close he is.

“Keep—fuck, keep going, I—” you feel your partner’s hand tighten on your thighs as you buck against his mouth, holding you in place over his tongue. The Overlord groans, that purr still rolling through his throat, and you choke out praise as you watch your partner’s body tense so hard his hips rise off the mattress. You’re so fucking close.  “Good kitty…”

The Overlord jerks away from your partner, glowing eyes snapping to yours. There’s a strained, begging whimper between your legs, and your own orgasm slips out of reach, but you’re trying to fumble for an apology, a question, whatever that expression on the gambler’s face means. Your chest heaves, skin marked with the memory of bites and rough hands.

“Get up,” he tells you, voice rough and reedy and hot. You open your mouth to apologise, worried he’s ending the night there, but instead he says. “Turn around. On your knees.”

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“Oh, God…” you bite back another moan as the Overlord fills your cunt with his cock, fucking you just roughly enough to send a wonderful prickling up along your lower back. Your fingers curl in the sheets beneath you, and you open your eyes when you feel your partner’s hand smooth over your cheek. The touch is soft, gentle, then he’s grasping at a handful of your hair and jerking your head back to meet his eye. The Overlord curses as you tighten around him. “Shit…”

“Fuck, she’s tight…” he growls, claws digging into your hips, your thighs. He releases one to squeeze a handful of your ass appreciatively, withdrawing his cock only to slide the barbs of it up against your slickened clit. He snickers when you whimper. “Ain’t too good at takin’ a hint though, is she?”

Your partner smirks, and there’s love and desire all mixed in with the darkness of his arousal, and he uses his other hand to squeeze your cheeks, urging your mouth open. He hums his approval when you slide your tongue down along the underside of his cock and take it into your mouth. “That’s my girl… fuck…”

The Overlord thrusts into you again, hard enough to force you forward and make you gag on your partner’s cock. He groans, hand flexing in your hair, savouring the softness of your locks even as you suck slowly up along the length of him. Every press of the Overlord’s hips into yours makes you take him further into your mouth; saliva dangles in a thread from your lips as you choke around him.

“Good girl…”

“Such a good girl…”  

“Fuck…”

“Feel so fuckin’ good…”

You feel your partner lean forward, hear the sound of the two of them meeting above you, torrid moans and open-mouthed kisses. The Overlord squeezes your tail again, claws sinking into the delicate puff of fur to dig into sensitive flesh. In the same moment you feel fingers pinch your nipple roughly and you moan around the cock in your mouth as you cum. You gag again, and tears wet your cheeks as your partner holds you in place there for a few moments more, fucking themselves into your mouth with a groan. When they release you and you’re gasping, they brush the tears from your cheeks with loving fingers, and you take them back into your mouth the moment you have your breath again.

It’s practically them that is all that holds you up by the time they both approach their release, your arms and thighs shaking as you cum again. Your legs are slick with cum, drool dripping onto the back of your hand, an ache in your jaw, and one in your cunt and god, you hope they never go away.

Your partner strokes your ear as he cums, deep into your mouth with a groan of your name. You swallow eagerly, tongue curling around the head of him until he pulls out with a gasping, breathless laugh. He murmurs sweet nothings, cradling your overheated face in his hands until the Overlord cums, too, thrusting hard and deep into you as he growls a ragged curse.

He doesn’t pull out until you stop shaking, sliding the length of his cock up between your thighs a few teasing times before he sits back on his calves.

“Sweet Christ, fuck. That was…” he watches as you roll over, your head pillowed against your partner’s thigh as you press your own together, still trying to catch your breath. You can feel him run tender fingers through your hair, pulling it gently away from your face. The Overlord runs claws through the fur of his chest, seeming to consider the two of you for a moment before he huffs a quiet, almost disbelieving chuckle and shakes his head. “That was fuckin’ something.”

[jazziesanura]

Well well well, this is a delightful cup of tea~ I just love the visual imagery of going down on Overlord Huskie with someone else uuughghhhh 😩

[bunnis-monsters]

The Dragon Prince, in need of a mate

Dragon Prince x Fem!Reader

summary: After a desperate search for his mate, the dragon prince leaves the celestial realm to drink away his sorrows, only to find the person he was looking for in a commoner. You.

warning: breeding, mating, lots of cum, scenting, he fucks you in his dragon form

WK: 10k words

The sounds of heavy footsteps echoed down the palace halls, a growl leaving the throat of the celestial dragon prince.

It was tiring, looking for a bride every day. Not a single woman had been the right one for him… how would he ever be king without a mate?

It made him both angry and strangely… lonely at times. Everywhere he turned there seemed to be a happy couple. Noblemen and women lounged together, being fed grapes or massaged. Even when his eyes glanced towards the common folk, he would spot lovers holding hands or sharing a secretive kiss while serving the palace.

It was enough to drive a dragon to drink.

So while everyone celebrated in the palace after another boring day, the prince transformed into a more suitable appearance, taking on the form of a beautiful nobleman.

He assumed it would be enough to stay under the radar, unaware that his beauty and elegance would draw the attention of every maiden at the bar.

Leaving the celestial realm to dine among humans wasn’t exactly forbidden, but it was looked down upon for higher beings such as himself to dine amongst the common folk, hence the disguise.

Though, with his antler-like horns and claws, there was no doubt he was a being from the celestial realm.

As he walked through a quaint town, people stopped to stare, often with mouths agape.

He didn’t notice, eyes transfixed on the ground. All he could think of at the moment was finding something to drink his sorrows away.

In the distance, he saw the glow of warm lighting coming from a small tavern.

‘Perfect. Seems like a place the common folk gather. I should fit in well enough.’

Though he thought this, the second he walked in the bustling tavern grew quiet, all eyes on him. This wasn’t picked up by the prince, and he continued towards an empty table.

After getting comfortable, his mind began to wander. Life at the palace had been… stressful as of late.

He was used to the rumors, even used to people fearing and avoiding him. But what was unusual was his own insecurity in his heart.

Why hadn’t he found a mate yet? Part of him wandered if there was something inherently wrong with him. Although he hadn’t made much time to truly search out his soulmate, it shouldn’t have been so hard.

He was a prince… yet when he looked at the scars on his body that wouldn’t heal, he felt like a failure.

Weak.

As he sulked, he didn’t even notice that a glass of wine had been placed in front of him. What made his head snap up was the sound of a soft voice.

“Are you alright?”

He looked up, eyes wide as your smell hit his nose. That scent, the way it made his body react…

The woman before him was plump, your eyes giving him a soft and concerned look as you held the empty serving tray to your… ample chest.

It took him a moment to register your words. You glanced at him and then back at the bar, a nervous smile on you face.

You had never interacted with such a handsome man that was clearly of a higher class than yourself. Was it disrespectful to speak out of turn?

Your heart was kind and gentle, so you couldn’t help but speak up when he looked so down.

Once your words fully registered in his mind, he cleared his throat. This was all too much. For several months, nearly a year he had been halfheartedly searching for his mate, and here you were, in a random bar in the human realm.

His eyes moved from your face and down your body, taking in your features. Again, you were plump, with heavy looking breasts, a soft belly, and the outline of thick thighs and hips he could see through your dress.

A perfect mate.

The prince finally looked up, studying your face. Chubby cheeks, a soft smile, pretty eyes…

He had never put much thought into what his mate would look like, but now that he had seen you, he knew that this is all he could ever want.

“I’m alright… another glass, please.”

As you walked away with a flushed face, he downed his glass quickly to try and calm his racing heart. Gods, just the scent of you was enough to have him struggling to control himself.

“Here you are…”

You placed another glass in front of him, smiling shyly as he took it. He was handsome, regal and nearly lit up the room with his beauty. Everyone could tell he was not of this world, and you felt beyond honored to be the one who got to serve such a special man.

But in his mind his thoughts were far from graceful. His eyes didn’t leave your figure, continuing to glance at your hips and soft belly. Both features were absolutely perfect for breeding purposes…

“My dear, what is your name?”

You blinked, taking a moment to process his question. In all honesty you had been completely distracted by his beauty that you zoned out. This was so embarrassing, your cheeks heating up as you struggled to answer.

“M-my name? Oh it’s (Name)!” you babbled out, covering your mouth afterwards. Oh no, you probably sounded way too eager!

He just smirked, taking your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. “(Name)? That’s lovely… (Name).”

Your name being said by such a handsome man had your body feeling hot. This man was looking up at you with an air of confidence that had you flustered, your eyes unable to look into his.

Was it disrespectful to not answer? He was most likely a noble…

“Th… thank you, sir. It’s just a common name, I’d say.”

He reached out and cupped your cheek, his large palm warm against your face. “Perhaps, but it’s a name I will never forget.”

Your cheeks flushed at this, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. That alone was enough to have his pants tighten.

The two of you exchanged longing glances throughout the night, and when your shift was ending, he stopped you before you could leave.

The dragon prince stood, his full height dwarfing you completely. “Come. Let us find somewhere quiet.”

Though you had always been warned by the tavern owner to never follow a guest outside, you were transfixed by his confident smile and intelligent eyes.

As he led you outside, his form seemed to almost… shift slightly. Though he still appeared mostly human, his horns grew longer and teeth sharper.

The moon shone down on them, their breaths coming out in white puffs. It was cold enough for you to shiver, but soon you were warmed by his embrace.

“It’s quite chilly at this time of night, is it not? Stay by my side.”

He led you through the night, the only light that of the shining moon. When it was covered by clouds, he still had no issue guiding you around uneven terrain and the occasional tree root.

It was then you realized there was no way he was human. You had your suspicions before, but it wasn’t uncommon for some human mages to take on animal features to help them with their magic endeavors.

This man, however, was no mage or lowly magical creature. You could tell by the way the moonlight enveloped his body, making him glow in the dark of night.

“What are your plans for me?”

Your voice was shaky, but you felt no fear. The trembling came from a sense of excitement and lust.

And he could smell how wet you were.

He didn’t answer immediately, instead lifting you over a puddle of water and setting you down on the other side.

The dragon prince paused after this, cupping your cheek as he took in your curious expression.

“I will take you on as a mate. From the moment I saw you, it was clear you were the one I have been looking for.”

He cleared his throat before he continued.

“I am the current celestial dragon prince. You will love a life of luxury and never be without…”

It was hard for him to speak when he could smell your arousal growing thick in the air, his own scent mixing in. “… will you be mine?”

Your body felt so warm, you wanted so badly to say yes…

But it didn’t feel real. He was bound to you of all people? You were a lowly tavern barmaid, born into a life of poverty. Nothing about you was inherently special and it was hard to comprehend anyone as beautiful as him wanting to spend his eternal life with you.

“You… are joking, right? Did you drink too much?”

The words coming out of your mouth felt wrong. You could feel the sexual tension in the air, yet your mind wouldn’t listen to your body’s natural instincts.

“I do not joke about things as serious as this, my love. I am your mate, we are tied together by fate.”

He lifted your hand, kissing the back of it.

“How can I prove to you that I am serious?”

Before you could answer his form began to shift again, his hands becoming claws. It was getting even harder to hold back, and you were soon lifted into his arms.

“I can’t… hold back anymore… since I realized you were my mate, I’ve been dying to taste you.”

The world became blurry, your body growing hot and your head woozy as everything faded and shifted. Next thing you knew, the two of you were in an intricately decorated room.

You were set onto the softest bed you had ever felt, given no time to take in your surroundings.

He was already opening your thighs, sniffing at your clothed cunt. A groan left his lips, his long black hair tickling your sensitive thighs as he dipped his head between them.

“Gods, you smell delicious. Please… I must taste you.”

You swallowed when his nose rubbed against your inner thigh. The way he was looking up at you had your heart thumb ping rapidly in your chest.

“A-alright…”

Within seconds of your consent his claws ripped through your underwear and his face was buried between your thighs.

His tongue swirled around your clit, and all you could do was moan and hold onto his horns for support.

He grabbed hold of your hips, squeezing the soft fat and pulling you closer. Your pussy had already been drooling with need, and now you felt your arousal dripping down your thighs, his chin covered in your slick.

It was erotic, the sound of his grunts and groans filling the air with each lap of his tongue. You tasted divine, and he was losing himself in you.

Nothing else besides you mattered in this moment. All he could think of was how good it felt to have your thighs squeezing around his head. The moans you let out had his cock twitching incessantly, and he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

“Gods…”

He pulled back, looking at the wet mess your fat pussy had become. Your eyes were glazed over, your chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath.

How many times have you orgasmed so far? You felt almost selfish, already wanting more from him after he just pleasured you.

“My sweet little mate, how do you feel now? My precious, you’re glowing.”

He almost purred when he leaned forward, breathing softly against your neck. You let out a content sigh, reaching up to play with his long black hair.

“Mmm… I’m feeling pretty tired, I’d say… I’ve been working since noon.”

He stiffened a bit at that, resting his chin on your head. The prince did not enjoy thinking about you working so hard. Even though he had only known you for a few hours, you were his mate.

“Well, my dove, do not worry your pretty little head anymore. You will work another day in your life. From now on, you will be pampered and taken care of… I guarantee it.”

Despite how his cock ached to be inside of you, he decided to wait until you were rested to properly mate with you. It would take more energy and leave you exhausted…

You fell asleep in his arms, feeling so warm and safe. How long had it been since you had been held? That last time you could remember was your childhood, when you were just a tiny thing.

He made you feel small, protected, and… so, so warm.

In the morning you awoke, stretching with a yawn as you sleepily stood to get ready for your job. It was strange, when you reached for your apron on your nightstand, you couldn’t find it.

That’s when you remembered the previous night.

Your face warmed immediately, and you barely held back an embarrassed squeal when you noticed the man groan tiredly, his face buried in your chest.

“Go back to sleep, love…”

It was too early in the morning for you to protest, and you haven't slept in since you were a child. It felt nice, getting to fall back asleep in his arms, his hair tickling your cheek.

You listened to his breathing, smiling sleepily. His sharp claws slowly ran through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp to lull you back into slumber.

The next time you woke up it was nearly noon. This was beyond embarrassing, even as a child you had only slept in this much when you were deathly ill. The prince still attempted to get you to stay in bed longer, but when you protested he huffed.

“Alright, alright… stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”

He snapped his fingers, servant girls appearing at your side immediately.

“Your highness,” they greeted, bowing before your bedmate. The prince waved a hand dismissively, rubbing his temple.

“Take my mate and get her a bath and some fresh clothes. Treat her well, she is your future empress after all.”

The servant girls bowed again, raising their hands. “Yes, at once.”

They led you away, and you could only look back pathetically as he lounged in bed, watching you go with a smirk. Your plump rear was certainly a nice sight, and your hips swayed deliciously while you were guided away.

He couldn’t wait to feel how warm your cunt was when he sank into you that night.

As you were led down the halls and into the bathhouse, you saw female royals and nobles alike being pampered by the servants. They were fed grapes, massaged, and even dressed.

You weren’t even sure if they had ever lifted a hand to take care of themselves your entire life. It left you feeling sour. Every day had been a struggle to even put food on the table, much less properly take care of yourself, and here these women were completely pampered to the point their skin glowed.

In all honesty you had never seen yourself as anything special, but before you at least thought you could marry someone with a bit of wealth and settle down peacefully.

After seeing the beauties of the castle, you were left feeling… insecure. How could you ever compete with these gorgeous women?

Without much warning you were stripped down to your birthday suit. The servants weren’t rough, but they weren’t exactly gentle either as they helped you into the bath and scrubbed at your skin.

“Filthy, and you slept in the same bed as the prince. Have you no shame, human?”

You flinched as their nails dug lightly into your scalp. It was painful, but you dared not to make a sound.

“And those rags you wore… just disrespectful, I’ll say.”

Unfortunately, you agreed wholeheartedly, and wondered why such an elegant and noble person such as him dared to even touch you. After all, you had the entire day’s sweat and dirt decorating your skin and clothes.

Unbeknownst to you, the fact that you had been sweaty and strongly scented played a big part in his list for you. A mate was meant to smell like themselves, and to him you smelled absolutely divine.

You looked away in shame as you were rinsed off. Although you felt rather uncomfortable, the floral scent of the soaps and the quality didn’t go unnoticed by you. Never before had you had access to such luxurious toiletries. It was rare for you to have scented soap, but this moisturized your skin and made you feel like a brand new person.

“Worry not, we are well aware of the prince’s mating bond with you. Be you royalty or common folk, we will ensure you will look the part of a princess.”

With that, you were quickly dried off and moved along towards a dressing room.

As you waited in a small room, being told to water yourself, you could hear voices speaking softly nearby.

“Truly, one could even feel sorry for a common girl marrying that insane prince.”

“Oh, dear heavens, do not let any of the celestial royalty hear such things.”

“But I am not wrong, am I? I worry he will simply dispose of her when he is done. Even the humans know that the celestial beings here can do with them as they please and no one will bat an eye.”

You stayed quiet, simply staying near the warm hearth as you continued to dry off slowly. Of course you had heard rumors of the infamous deities residing within the celestial realm.

None of those rumors were good.

Despite feeling a bit nervous, you shook off their words. Even if you were to be tossed aside, you wanted to spend at least one day feeling beautiful and… loved.

If what this was could even qualify as love.

He had called you his mate, did celestial beings mate for life? You were human, it was something hard for your mortal mind to comprehend.

A mate… like a soulmate perhaps? Did that mean he thought the two of you were destined for one another?

Could that mean that none of this was natural, that you were bound together without much choice?

What if he was desperate for a mate and didn’t truly love you?

These thoughts swirled around your head as you were brought into the dressing room.

Before you, rows upon rows of dresses and different types of clothing you had never seen before hung on racks. A few servant girls were already waiting in front of a mirror, holding measuring tape.

“Stand here while we take your measurements.”

You held out your arms, cheeks hot as your naked body was put on display for various women. Their expressions were neutral, and they simply figured out what size you were before running off to fetch various clothing items.

This only added on to your stress.

“Your own personal wardrobe will be prepared shortly, but as the seamstresses are working, you will wear pre-prepared dresses.”

You were dressed in something elegant and flowy, a light blue and white in color. It was something you had never worn before, the fabric soft yet thick and warm.

“With a bit of work, you will be ready for the banquet tonight. For now, the prince is requesting your presence at his bedside once more.”

A servant girl led you way, and you heard the others discussing how to prepare your hair and makeup later in the evening.

You were not looking forward to that.

You were led back to the room you woke up in. The smell of incense wafted from under the door, the lavender and vanilla scent making you relax.

“Come in,” the prince called out after the servant girl knocked. After being ushered in, you slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room and opened your eyes.

He was laid out in the bed, taking in your new look with eager eyes. “Mmm… you clean up nicely, though I preferred your scent before.”

The prince gestured for you to join him in bed, and you quickly scurried to his side, shyly climbing in next to him. “What’s the reason for all this timid behavior? My tongue was buried deep inside of you last night, was it not? There’s nothing to be shy about.”

Your cheeks heated up once again, and you avoided his gaze. “S-saying things like that… isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a p… prince? Won’t they-“

He laughed, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him. “And you think a prince would care who hears him speaking to his mate as he pleases? You are mine, how I talk to you is no one’s business.”

The way he spoke made a shiver go down your spine. He was so confident… and you?

You were the daughter of a simple tavern owner, having no prospects other than hopefully marrying a decent man that would take good care of you.

Though you could feel your body yearning to be near him, almost instinctively drawing closer, you thought it was… strange.

Was the only thing connecting you to this beautiful man instinct? Though you ached when he looked your way, you couldn’t help but feel empty.

What other reason than being forced by fate would a man like him choose to be by your side?

You softened when the pads of his fingertips slowly slid down your side. He was gentle with you, though you had the feeling he wasn’t always like this.

“Come closer, I wish to hold you.”

Slowly you climbed to his side, melting into his touch when he cupped your chubby cheek.

The servant girls called him insane before, insinuating he was cruel and beastly.

But could someone with a touch this gentle truly hurt you?

“You look lovely. Perfect, I’d say,” he mumbled, burying his nose into your hair. You held onto his sleeve, feeling his horns lightly rub against you.

“… you call me lovely, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more handsome man than you.”

He chuckled, his chest tumbling pleasantly. “Am I? Darling, you’re going to make me blush.”

You could tell he was lightly teasing you, which led you to letting out an involuntary huff. This made the dragon prince’s laugh increase in volume.

“Oh? My little mate is pouting now? How cute.”

He tilted your chin up, taking in the way your chubby cheeks puffed out lightly, and how your lips pursed.

“Ahh, you’re going to be the end of me, darling. I can hardly control myself when you’re looking at me like that,” he purred, his voice almost a growl.

Before he could continue his teasing, there was another knock at the door. His demeanor shifted from relaxed and amused to irritated in seconds.

“Who dares to interrupt my time with my precious mate?”

You rested your head against his chest as a woman entered. She certainly was no servant girl, you could tell by the silk and thick wool she wore.

“Mother…”

He held you close, wrapping his arms around your body and tucking your head under his chin. It was almost like an animal protecting its young from a vicious predator.

The woman before you had icy blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. It was almost like she was looking into your soul, judging you from within.

Though she looked so different from the prince, he called her his mother…

“You are to report to your father within the hour with your… so called mate. He will be the judge on if this is an actual mating bond this time. You should hope it is, to save yourself the embarrassment.”

With one last look that could freeze hell itself, she turned away, a servant girl shutting the door for her.

You looked up to ask the prince about the woman from before, but he looked distant and cold himself. He stared at your soft body, caressing your cheek and keeping you close to his chest.

“… worry not about that hag, my love. She is not my true mother, simply a woman the emperor, my father has married.”

Though he told you not to worry, the way he held you was enough to have you tense.

The prince held you as if letting you go could only invite trouble… and you knew that woman was the reason for his uneasiness.

Walking with him through the halls made you feel like a princess. People bowed as you passed by, but you noticed others retreated out of fear. Though he kept up a cold facade, you could feel his grip tighten on your hand each time a servant or royal scurried away.

Her presence definitely had a profound effect on him.

He stopped before a massive door, so big it could easily crush you if it were to fall forward. Carved into the dark oak were images of what you could only assume was the banquet of the Chinese zodiac.

They danced and feasted all over the door, and in the center was a dragon watching over them all. The eyes of the dragon were encrusted with sparkling red jewels, and it almost felt like they followed your every movement.

The doors opened, relieving you of the dragon’s intense stare… only for you to come face to face with a real one.

“Father,” the prince acknowledged the dragon, bowing low before you blinked rapidly.

“F-father!?”

The dragon before you was easily the size of the tavern you worked at, if bigger. It sat on a (most likely) custom made thrown, glaring down at your with red eyes that matched the one from the door.

“Ah, your mate already sees me as a father. How cute.”

You stiffened as the dragon stood, causing the palace to shake. Everywhere you turned, people either continued on or stood politely nearby, completely… calm!?

So, trying to fit in, you bit the inside of your cheek and looked up, meeting his eye. You reached out your hand as he approached.

“It’s good to meet you, y-your highness. My name is (Name).”

The prince gave you an amused, incredulous look from the corner of his eye, but you could see the way the corner of his mouth twitched in panic.

The floor shook with the emperor’s laughter, his tail lashing behind him and knocking over a potted plant.

“My son, your supposed mate is quite funny. She offers me her hand like a commoner would, not surprising considering her upbringing.”

Though his words sounded rude, there was no malice behind it. He reached out one of his claws, and you shook it.

It took you a moment to register the cool feeling of his claw turning into the warmth of a human hand. He had shifted into a more humanoid form… and a handsome one at that.

Though he was older and taller, you could tell the resemblance to the prince. He was definitely his father, there was no doubting that.

“I assume this form may be less threatening to a human such as yourself. It may not seem like it, but I take no pleasure in frightening those who may become my family.”

His touch was firm, but not rough. The emperor moved away from you just as the prince’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Ah, my apologies, son. She’s yours, isn’t she?”

The prince’s appearance had changed slightly, his dragon features becoming more prominent. Dark scales appeared along his face and arms, his horns growing in size to the point they looked too heavy for his head.

It was clear he was incredibly protective of you, disliking his father being too friendly with his mate. It made you feel quite happy, seeing how worked up he got over a perceived threat.

Your fingertips lights caressed his cheek, and slowly he calmed down. His scales flattened out into smooth skin again, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s alright,” you murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t fuss, everything will be okay.”

Something about you soothed his soul in a way no one else could. To anyone watching, it was obvious that you were his soulmate.

“It seems you have finally found the one, my son.”

Your hand suddenly grew hot, and you yelped as you held your hand up to see what was causing the sudden pain.

There was now a ring on your ring finger, the color of the stone the same as the prince’s eyes. On his hand was a matching band, encrusted with jewels that matched your eyes.

“I have recognized your mating bond as being valid. The wedding shall take place when the moon is full once more.”

The prince squeezed your hand, his thumb running over your new ring possessively. You could tell by the way he sniffed at you that he was eager to get you back to his bedroom.

Though part of you was thrilled to be tied to someone that made your heart flutter inside your chest… insecurities still lingered in your mind.

Did he truly love you? You’d only known him for 24 hours, there was no way he could… it all had to be because of your mating bond…

Right..?

Almost as if sensing your unease, the emperor chuckled. “My son, it seems you and your mate are eager to consummate this mating bond. Perhaps it’s time to show her your feelings.”

With that, he gave a nod to one of the deities lounging about nearby. “Begin preparations for the wedding… and tell everyone that interrupting the future emperor and empress tonight will bring severe punishments.”

The two of you were dismissed with a wave of the emperor’s hand, and your lover was quick to gather you in his arms and carry you back to his room.

“Father may be intimidating and married to the most evil bitch alive, but at least he can understand that the newly tied need privacy.”

You whimpered when his face nuzzled against your neck, your heart beating faster as he inhaled your scent.

“Gods… I’ll be mating with you before the banquet, I cannot hold back any longer…”

The second the door to his room was closed, his lips smashed into yours. He was desperate for you, his hands roaming your plump hips and holding on tightly.

“Your scent has been driving me insane… I need you, darling…”

You let out a whimper as he lowered you onto the bed, your thighs trembling lightly at the memory of last night. Pleasures unimaginable had been given to you, and you were sure that it would only get better now.

But…

“… are you sure this is what you want?”

His lips paused on your neck, his hands moving from your hips to your face. He held onto your chin, tilting it up to meet his face. “… what do you mean, my love? Of course I want you, we’re mates-“

“Is that the only reason!?”

His eyes widened when you raised your voice, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. The past day you had been doubting his love for you, seeing it as only instinctual…

“(Name)… you don’t understand how much I adore you.”

You melted as he kisses your eyelids, his touch tender and affectionate. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the one. Mating bonds are important, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you outside of it. You’re kind, you make me smile and feel like…”

He sighed, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Let me show you something.”

The prince pulled back, and you felt your body ache when his warmth faded from your skin. He slowly disrobed, letting the expensive fabric fall to the ground.

His torso was littered with scars, long and jagged, all seemed to be caused by fighting. The prince didn’t meet your eye as he spoke.

“Most celestial deities heal wounds like these easily, but try as I might, these scars do not seem to heal. It is because… I am weak.”

He hung his head in shame, hair falling to hide his face. “How can I even think of taking care of a mate when I can’t even protect you? I’m-

You reached out and grabbed his hand before he continued. You placed your fingertips over one of his scars, shaking your head.

“Don’t say that…”

It was quiet, your touch soothing on his scarred skin. He shuddered as your traces each wound, every movement of your fingers tender and full of love.

“Having scars doesn’t make you weak, not at all… it shows you’ve survived so much… it’s evidence of how strong you are.”

The prince did not say anything, simply wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. All he could have ever wanted was his mate to accept him as he was, completely.

You truly were meant to be his.

“I need you, (Name), my love… my body burns with desire every time you touch me.”

He had waited long enough. Being so close to you had caused him to slowly enter an almost rut like state. If he couldn’t mate with you soon, he’d go crazy.

“Then I want you to have me… I need to be yours…” you said, leaning into his touch. His chest tumbled at your words, the scales from before coming back. This time it wasn’t out of anger, no, he was very pleased.

“As you wish, my love. I will make you mine entirely, just give me your trust and I will give you my heart.”

This time you initiated the kiss, much to his delight. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in.

A battle for dominance began, your tongues fighting but you gave in quickly. He was strong, and you wanted him to ravish you. You were giving yourself to him.

He was quick to shred through your clothes. The displeasure of such a nice dress going to waste only lasted for a second before you melted into his arms.

“Divine, just gorgeous…” he murmured, groping one of your breasts. “You’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…”

He lightly tugged at one of your nipples, the other one sucked on lightly. His tongue swirled around the perky bud, his free hand moving downwards, towards your clothed cunt.

For a minute he rubbed you through your underwear, lightly circling your clit. His ear twitched when you let out a breathy moan, your hips bucking lightly into his hand.

His cock twitched, already erect and desperate to be inside of you. But he was a gentleman, and couldn’t bear the thought of potentially hurting his mate.

So he was gentle, removing your soaked underwear and prodding at your needy hole. “Look at that, someone is excited…”

“Says you…” you managed to get out between moans, feeling his fingers curl up and hit the perfect spot inside of you. “You’re spilling precum all over my thighs…”

He grinned, enjoying your back and forth banter. “Oh? Then perhaps it’s time to get on with it. After all…”

His head pushed against your cunt, eliciting a moan from both of you. “I don’t want to waste a single drop of my seed… it all needs to be inside of my mate…”

And then he penetrated you. At first it hurt, the stretch feeling uncomfortable, like you were being pulled apart. You’d never seen a human man naked, but you assumed he was bigger than average.

If you had to guess, you’d say he was around 8-9 inches long, and girty too. Taking him wasn’t easy, and he hated seeing tears well up in your eyes because of him.

Being inside of you felt heavenly. You were warm and tight, and he could cum just from being fully sheathed in your fat cunt… but he felt terrible for feeling so much pleasure while you were in pain.

“It’s going to be alright, sweetheart…” he murmured, one of his claws caressing your hips. “I’m going to be gentle, this pain won’t last for long…”

He peppered kisses along your neck, waiting patiently for you to calm down and for the pain to ease. The prince was well aware of the size difference between you and him, and that if he wasn’t careful during mating, his form could shift and grow larger, potentially harming you.

He was right, soon the pain began to ebb away, dulling until all you could feel was pleasure washing over your body. His cock twitched inside of you, and you arched your back.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your chest rising and falling as your breathing picked up. He could feel how wet you were, and began to move slowly.

The moan the movements of his lips elicited from you caused him to groan, his eyes flicking to your flustered face.

“M-more… please?”

Though there was part of him that wanted to make you beg and plead for more, he wanted to fuck you too much to pause and wait. They had all of the time in the world to make love, but right now he needed you desperately.

His hips slapped against yours as he picked up the pace, claws gripping so tightly that you could feel them piercing your skin.

But that light pain paled in comparison to the intense pleasure you felt as your velvety walls clenched around him in your first orgasm of the night.

“So good… so fucking good…”

He groaned into your neck, breathing your scent mixed in with the smell of sex in the air. The prince could have gotten drunk off of that alone.

Your head soon grew fuzzy with pleasure, and all you could think of was how good it felt to be absolutely ravished by your mate.

All thoughts of gentleness were thrown out the window as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder so he could push deeper inside. He watched as he cock moved in and out, covered in your slick…

When he came, you felt yourself being stretched, his cock swelling inside of you. So much cum was stuffed into your womb, your tummy full of his seed.

Something about being filled with your mate’s cum felt… right. Like it was the natural thing to do, he needed to stuff you full of his seed like a good mate should…

He stayed inside for a while, rutting against you even as he continued to cum. He didn’t want to leave your warmth…

But despite that, he was nowhere near satisfied… but despite your whines, he pulled out a moment later.

“… gods… don’t fret, my love… we can continue after dinner. Trust me, you’ll need your energy for tonight.”

He gave your clit one last teasing flick before pulling your soaked panties back over your cunt.

“Ah, my love… you’ll need another bath. I’ll fetch the-“

You held onto his hand, shaking your head. “I wanna… take a bath with you…”

In reality you didn’t want to be with those gossiping women again. The things they said about the prince upset you, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold your tongue this time.

Even if some of the rumors might be true, your mate wasn’t some monster. He was kind to you, he yearned for acceptance in a world that deemed him weak for having scars.

“A bath with me, hmm? Can’t get enough of me can you?”

Though he was teasing you, it was clear the fact you wanted to stay near him brought the prince endless joy. “It seems my puppy knows where her home is already.”

This made you pout, and he cooed over you. “Oh, don’t make that face, I’m joking.”

With that he lifted you up, kissing your forehead. “Of course you can bathe with me. I’d rather not have anyone else see you covered in my seed anyways.”

You let him rinse you off, his hands lingering on your messy cunt as his cock fucked your thighs. You were both still feeling needy, wanting to fuck like rabbits, but were holding back.

It wasn’t easy, and you felt your cheeks grow warm over how much a whore you’d become in 24 hours. All you could think of was him sinking his cock inside of you again…

“Mmm…” he purred against your neck, rubbing the washcloth over your tits as his cock stayed nestled between your thighs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your body…”

He gently squished your soft belly, playing with your warm and malleable fat. “So squishy, I love it so much…”

From one look around the palace you noticed most of the women were quite thin, so it was safe to assume he really had never been in the arms of a woman like you.

You were chubby, with thick thighs and an ample bosom. To just commoners, you were seen as a fertile woman that could handle childbirth without any problems.

And it seemed his dragon side went completely feral at that thought.

The two of you cuddled as you waited for the servant girls to bring your fitted dresses. There was a fluffy robe for each of you waiting on the freshly cleaned bed after your bath.

This was what being rich probably felt like. Being waited on hand and foot, not even having to tell someone to clean your cum and sweat soaked sheets.

With an embarrassed squee, you made a mental note to thank the women that had to clean that up later. It couldn’t have been an easy task.

A knock on the door caused you to look up. The servant girl from before bowed, walking in and offering her hand.

“I can dress you n-“

The prince pulled you back into his lap, growling lowly as his scales popped up all over his body. Even his face looked more reptilian than human.

“Don’t you dare touch her without my permission.”

You blinked in surprise, glancing up at him and raising an eyebrow. He seemed almost feral, and you could feel him rubbing against you, trying to make sure you were covered in his scent.

The servant girl was on the floor, trembling and holding her arms up to defend herself, which caused your mate to ease up. You could tell he felt guilty for lashing out at a defenseless woman, but he was on edge knowing you’d be seeing his stepmother again at dinner.

“… I apologize, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

His grip loosened on you, allowing you to feel all forward and help the woman up. “Get her dressed… then take the day off.”

You glanced back at him as the servant girl dressed yiu with shaking hands. It was clear he felt terrible despite the cold facade he had up. You knew you mate well, already able to tell when he was upset.

“My love…”

He perked up when you were fully dressed, your hair and makeup done to perfection. The prince’s tail slapped against the floor, his cheeks flushed a light pink.

“You’re gorgeous…”

When he realized how lovestruck he looked, the prince cleared his throat. His signature cocky smirk overtook his face once more, and he offered his arm to you. “May I escort you to the banquet, my princess?”

You gave him a fond smile, taking his arm. “It would be an honor, my prince.”

He escorted you to the banquet, barely holding back from grabbing your ass as his hand slipped to your lower back. You just smelled way too fragrant, making his cock twitch in his pants as he imagined being inside of you again.

“Welcome.”

The prince froze in place, his hand pausing on the small of your back as he met eyes with his father’s wife.

“Mother. Thank you for putting this together…” he said, his tail slowly wrapping around your lower half and pulling you close. It seemed his dragon features became more prominent when he wanted to protect you…

“I hope your little… mate knows proper etiquette. She will not embarrass me at this banquet. Having a commoner, a mere human peasant as a mate is already humiliating enough, so make sure you keep her in check.”

Your smile faltered, an uncomfortable silence falling over the two of you.

The prince’s jaw tensed up. “… don’t speak of her as if she is not here. Whether you like it or not, she’s my mate and I love her.”

Her face became even colder, her eyes narrowing. “You should watch who you’re talking to. I’m the empress, y-“

“And? (Name) will soon be the empress herself, so have some damn respect!”

His stepmother drew back, clutching her pearls. “I hope you know your father will hear about this!”

With that, she turned on her heels and left. You glanced at him, holding onto his sleeve. “… why does she treat you like that? You don’t deserve it…”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s because I’m the son of a concubine. She hasn’t been able to birth a son for my father, meaning none of her children will be able to take the throne. It’s pathetic, and I’m not afraid of her anymore.”

He pulled out your chair for you, smiling fondly. “When I was a child, she used to terrorize me… but I have someone I need to protect now. I don’t have time to be afraid of some old hag.”

Before you could sit, he took your seat and pulled you into his lap. “Maybe it’s better if you stay close. She can be pretty vindictive. And…”

You felt his bulge rub lightly against you.

“We should have some fun at our own banquet, shouldn’t we?”

The table was filled with various foods, some you had never seen before, but everything smelled absolutely delicious.

There were deities taking seats all around you, some glancing your way but quickly turning when the prince bared his fangs. Not a single person dared to challenge him, not when his protectiveness was high due to mating with you for the first time.

The emperor and empress entered the banquet hall, and everyone stood besides you and the prince. He kept you seated on his lap, lightly moving your hips along his clothed erection.

The two took their seats, and the emperor waved his hand, causing everyone to sit as well.

“As you all know by now, you've all been gathered here to celebrate my son’s success in finding his mate. Now that he has one, the throne shall be passed down to him after the wedding.”

Whispers broke out among the dinner guests, some upset and others curious. You wanted to hide away, having everyone’s eyes on you made your heart race.

“Silence.”

Not a single peep could be heard when the emperor’s voice rang out in the banquet hall, echoing off the walls.

“I heard my son was disrespectful towards the empress. Was that right, my son?”

The empress stared down at the happy couple, her lip twitching into a sinister smile. The prince gave his father a nod.

“She bad mouthed my mate. If you were in my shoes, you would have done the same thing.”

Before the empress could retort, the emperor held up his hand. “I see. I hope my family can get along in the future. After all, my son will soon be the emperor.”

His eyes shifted towards the empress. “Some of you would do well to remember that soon, he will be the one in charge.”

The empress quietly seethed after that, and the banquet continued without a hitch. As you ate, he rubbed at your belly, his fingers occasionally brushing against your crotch.

He was an absolute horndog, needing you like a man dying of thirst needs water.

“We’ll be taking our leave now,” your mate announced once you both had your fill. He did nothing to hide his erection, lifting you into his arms.

“I hope you keep your promise to make sure no one bothers us, father.”

The emperor simply chuckled, waving the two of you away. “Go on, you won’t be disturbed.”

With every step he took towards your shared bedchambers, the prince became more beastly. It seemed it was hard to keep his human form when he was this needy for you.

The second you were both behind closed doors, his cock was already out of his pants and rubbing against your back, his hands trembling with excitement as he lifted your dress to stare at your drooling cunt.

“You need me, don’t you princess?”

His fingers dragged along your wetness, gathering up your slick before bringing it to his mouth. “I could taste you for hours…”

You felt his fingers pump in and out of you, and this time he wasn’t as gentle. He bit down on your thigh, leaving a few hickeys and bite marks along your soft flesh.

Anyone that saw you would know you were his, the prince would make sure of that.

Your brain was already starting to turn to mush, you weren’t sure if you’d be completely luciduribg this. It just felt so good, he was an expert at this.

His long, textured tongue lapped at your folds. It was almost like a cat’s tongue, just less rough, and it was replacing his fingers. That’s how long it was.

He tongue fucked you, his hands squeezing your thighs as he drew out your moans and cries, lightly smacking your ass when you squirmed. It was a gentle warning to stay still…

The prince wanted to enjoy his meal.

You came around his tongue, clenching as your hips bucked wildly upwards, and only then did he draw back and give you a lust filled look.

That’s when he slowly pushed his cock into you, the familiar feeling of you warmth making him melt against you. Nothing else had ever made him feel so at home, he only got this feeling when he was buried inside of your cunt. This was where he was supposed to plant his seed, and he had to breed you.

He rammed into you, moving his lips to your neck to suck and bite at you as he pounded your poor pussy.

But after a moment, he pulled out, his hand on your belly as he panted softly. The way you whimpered and begged for him to continue was endearing, but he had other things in mind.

“You’re mine… and I just can’t hold back anymore…”

His form frew, his cock nearly doubling inside as he became the closest to a dragon yet. Dark scales covered his body, massive arms at eaither of your sides keeping you caged underneath him. His scaly underbelly brushed against you,

Though his cock was intimidatingly big and would stretch you out to your limit, he knew he could fit it inside of you.

It throbbed, laying against your belly as he leaned forward to nudge his dragon head against your face in an affectionate and possessive display.

Though for a moment you felt fear seeing such a beast hovering over you, his eyes met yours and you relaxed. This was still the prince… and you loved him even in this form. Not despite it, no, you adored his smooth black scales that felt like cool river rocks and the warmth of his belly.

“I need you…” he murmured, his chest rumbling with a purr. “If… you don’t want this, I’ll-“

You lifted your hips, letting the top lip of his cock rub against your folds. He let out a growl, his hips snapping forward, and you felt him pushing in.

Even though the stretch felt like your virginity was being taken for a second time, you kissed his snout. “O want this…”

With your confirmation, he sunk fully in, giving you a moment to adjust before he began to move.

Moans and whimpers echoed through the room as your lover fucked you stupid. With each slap of his hips against yours, you saw stars.

Your tummy bulged with his cock, his claw running over the imprint. “You’re taking me so well, such a good little mate…”

His balls tightened, and he roared as he came inside of you for the first time that night. Hot, thick ropes of sticky cum shot inside of you, filling your womb and making your belly feel hot.

But he wasn’t done with you, not even close.

The prince turned you on your back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he mounted you, pounding your pussy at an animalistic pace. Your cunt clenched around him so perfectly, the fat flesh on your ass rippling with each powerful thrust.

A clawed hand reached between your legs, carefully rubbing at your clit. He loved the way you came around his cock, how you cried out for more even as you were stuffed to the brink with his cum.

“I know, my sweet, you want it all don’t you? Selfish little thing, but I love you all the same.”

He pushed your face into the pillow, growling and purring into your ear as he listened to your muffled moans. You were drooling, your eyes glazed over with pleasured tears, and his chest swelled with pride to know he was the one making you feel this way.

No one else could see you in this state. Your body bare and covered in your own cum, his beginning to drip out of your cunt. You were an utter mess, only able to moan and babble out pleas for more, and each time you did he fulfilled your requests.

After all, he was a good mate. You wanted him to touch you, to increase his speed, or change the angle of his hips so his cock hit the perfect spot? He’d do so in a heartbeat, all to please you.

The prince slumped over you, slowly reverting back to his humanoid form as he came inside of you again. You were worn out, and he could see your pussy clenching around nothing when he pulled out.

“Aww, still needy…”

He gathered up some of his cum, cooing softly as he shoved it back into you with his fingers, pumping them in and out. “Look at you, wasting all of this. Naughty girl, do I have to start all over again?”

The night was long, and every time you grew too exhausted to carry on, he used a bit of his power to rejuvenate you. Heated kisses were left along your bruised skin, a satisfied purr leaving his throat as he spotted some of the hickeys and bites he had given you earlier.

“You look so pretty, decorated with my marks. No one else would dare to even lay a finger on you, not when you’re completely covered in my scent and bites.”

He nuzzled against your neck as you sat on his lap, cockwarming him. The prince was kind enough to give you a break, though he couldn’t bear to pull out of you, even for a second.

The prince smiled fondly, rubbing his hand over your swollen belly. “You know… I’d be happy if you were able to carry my young, but I know there’s a chance it won’t happen due to our difference in anatomy.”

He nibbled softly on your neck and shoulder. “But I don’t care, you’re my mate regardless. Having children would be nice but it’s not a necessity.”

You sighed in relief. In all honesty, part of you had been afraid he would abandon you for another celestial deity if you could not produce an heir. You were only human after all…

His teeth grazed your jaw, but you felt no fear. “Mmm… I’ve only known you a day but it feels like an eternity. Perhaps that is what being soul bonded to someone feels like…”

“I feel that way too… it’s like we’ve always been together, or at least… we were meant to be.”

The two of you shared a kiss, one of his hands on your ample breast, squeezing the soft flesh as his tongue ran across yours.

Once you both were worn out and the sun had come up, he finally curled up in bed with you to rest properly. Binge again you felt almost like a newborn baby being held and protected, safe and warm. You were getting used to this kind of thing… getting used to being loved.

When you awoke with a whine, you were being carried away by the prince. He glanced down, giving you a quick kiss. “Quiet now, love. We’re going to escape for a bit. Let’s call it our early honeymoon.”

You let out a laugh, quickly shushed by your mate. “But we haven’t even married yet, love.”

The prince grinned. “Yes, but once we’re married I’ll have too many responsibilities to take care of because I’ll be emperor. Let’s enjoy our freedom until then.”

He leapt across a sea of stars, and you reached down to touch it. Bits of stardust clung to your fingertips, glowing brightly.

“There’s a hot spring, we’ll relax there for a few days… or until they notice we’re missing.”

The celestial hot springs were beautiful, and once you stepped into the water, you felt your body relax and melt. “Oh wow…”

The prince pulled you in, holding you in his lap. “B-but this isn’t the mixed bath, you shouldn’t-“

You were quieted when his cock nudged against you. The two of you were both still very sensitive from your mating bond, there was no way you could say no to having him inside of you.

“Mmm…”

He admired your curves, one of his hands giving your soft belly a squish as you lowered yourself onto his cock. “Pretty girl knows where the best seat in the house is, doesn’t she?”

You pouted, but he was right. The last few days had been utter bliss, you were already addicted to your mate’s scent and cum.

Just a whiff of his cologne or musk was enough to have you clench around him, and he was close to bursting when he smelled your arousal.

“Good girl, my sweet little mate…”

He bounced you on his cock lazily, sinking into the water a bit as he licked at your neck.

“I love you, (Name).”

You leaned against his chest, letting him guide your hips up and down. He was good at this, knowing when to speed up or change his rhythm to really get you going.

“And I love you, my prince. More than anything… you’ve made my life worth living.”

He tucked your head under his chin, embracing you. It wasn’t long before the two of you were done in the hot springs and ready to continue your love making in the bedroom.

The two of you spent several days at the hot spring, enjoying the water, food, and making love as often as possible. By the time someone came to pick you up, you were sure the hot spring was at least 80% cum.

‘Sorry, future customer,’ you thought to yourself, leaving against the prince as he guided you to the carriage.

It had all been like a dream. He had whisked you away into a fairy tale world, making you feel like a real life princess.

For the rest of your life, he would worship and adore you. With every kiss and touch, that fact was made clear.

To be loved by the prince was an honor. You were the thing he treasured the most, and you would continue to love him just as he was.

“Do you think dreams come true?” your asked, leaning against his shoulder as the carriage continued on towards the palace.

“Mhm, I do,” the prince murmured, pulling you closer. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this my entire life… and I finally have you.”

You smiled and drifted off in his arms, feeling like the luckiest girl ever.

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[jazziesanura]

This right here is what I want so desperately it's not even funny 😭

[hazbinshusk]

awkward kiss for a husky. Perhaps the reader has never been in a relationship or simply does not know how to kiss. Therefore, this is her first experience.

I tweaked this one a little bit, to make it a continuation of another kiss prompt, but I hope you still like it. combined with a kiss prompt request because they worked so well together. husk's rizz is off the charts here, if I do say so myself.

check out part one (a kiss to the palm of the hand) here.

kiss prompt #39: a tentative kiss

Husk’s paw comes up to curl around your wrist, soft fur and heart-shaped pad pressed against your skin. His voice comes softly, almost… playful. “Your hand is shaking. You okay, doll?”

You nod slowly, your breath caught in your throat.

“Good.” Husk smiles, and your eyes widen as he pulls your hand away, turns his head, and presses his lips to the palm of your hand. “You had me worried there.”

Christ, you didn’t think you could get any more flustered by this damn bartender.

Husk’s claws tease gently against your wrist, his thumb circling the place where your pulse hammers under your skin. You wonder if he can tell, if he can feel its drumbeat, but even as that thought brings a bead of panic into your chest, you don’t pull away.

“You good?” he asks, a baritone barely more than a murmur. The hotel is unusually quiet now that Angel’s gone to bed and even Niffty is no longer crawling around on the hunt for whatever pest she’d declared war on this week, and the silence seems to only make you more aware of the gentle rumble that sounds in the undertones of his voice. In the intimacy of the moment, it makes your mind wander to darker rooms and soft sheets, and you know that flush in your cheeks is growing darker. Husk still has this amused tilt to his lips, softening his features in a way that his usually sarcastic smirk doesn’t. “You still look like you’re about to bolt.”

You swallow, trying to steady your breathing before you reply.

“I’m okay,” you say, smiling through an exhale. “You just… caught me off guard.”

Husk chuckles quietly, lowering your hand to the bar. Your heart jumps into your throat as once again, he doesn’t let go, instead leaving his paw resting over the back of your hand. It’s a soft touch that seems to flirt with both innocent and intimate, and he does it casually, as though it’s a natural touch, thoughtless and uncalculated.

You wonder, if you turn your hand under his, would he let you intertwine your fingers with his?

Your hand doesn’t move.

“Been a long time since I’ve done that to anyone,” he tells you, voice still wonderfully low. He’s leaning over the bar now, not by much, but it still closes so much of the distance between the two of you.

“Since you ki… kissed their hand?” you ask, trying to keep your tone casual. From the way he looks at you, the soft, affectionate laugh he breathes out, you know you’ve failed. That warmth is reflected in his eyes, and it melts the very core of you.

“That too,” he smiles, claws curling around your fingers. He leans forward; something in his expression shifts, and your nerves suddenly rise up to wrap their clawing fingers around your heart. They tug, and you jerk back instinctively. Regret flares as a heat inside you as Husk’s eyes widen and he pulls away. “Shit, I’m—”

He looks fucking horrified with himself, and you stumble over an explanation, an apology, anything to get him to stop feeling that way.

“No! No, don’t… you didn’t do anything wrong, I just—” Husk moves as though he’s going to back away from the bar, to put a more respectable distance between the two of you, and the way his wings curl in against his shoulders, the way his ears fold back, God, it makes your chest tighten. You reach out instinctively, catching hold of his paw. Husk doesn’t pull away, but there’s something painful in his expression.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—” he fumbles for the words for a moment. He lets out this huff of a laugh, short and low and self-deprecating. “Shoulda known, I jus’—”

“I wanted you to!” you blurt out, and your face burns with the admission, your voice a little too loud for the space between you. You lower it hurriedly, your gaze dropping to where your hand is clutching his wrist. “I wanted you to, I just… I panicked. I’m not…”

Husk studies you for a moment, a long moment, before he turns his wrist, pulling it gently out of your grip. But instead of withdrawing it, he curls his claws gently around your fingers, pressing the heart-shaped pad softly into your palm. He doesn’t say anything; he just watches you take a breath, find the words.

“I don’t… have a lot of experience,” you say hesitantly,  focusing on the way his hand looks so big, totally eclipsing yours. His touch is warm, and once again you’re stricken by just how soft his fur is.  “With… anything, really. I wasn’t… I think about kissing you all the time and I just know I’m going to fuck it up, and I—”

“You wanna repeat that for me, ducks?”

Husk’s voice is quiet, but it breaks through your rambling easy enough.

You glance up, taken aback by the interruption. “I—I said I was going to fuck it up. And I’m sorry for—”

Husk actually chuckles. It’s quiet, under his breath, but the sound is warm in a way that some part of you desperately hopes will become familiar despite the way it way its mocking claws into your heart, serrated and sharp. He picks a random bottle off the shelf, takes a drink.

But then he says: “No…”

He draws out the word in a lilting tone, pulling his paw out of your hand and rounds the bar to join you on the other side. Husk takes the barstool beside you; you’ve turned to face him as he’s moved, and when he sits down, his knees bump against yours. It’s a strange, new kind of intimacy, sitting like this, and those butterflies flutter  again.

“The other bit,” he continues, setting the bottle he still holds on the counter beside him. “Say that other bit again.”

“What oth—” realisation hits you, and a you can’t help a tentative smile of your own. “Oh. That.”

Husk’s lips quirk, his tail twitch back and forth by his ankle so the feathers tickle against your leg. “Can I hear it again?”

Is your blood ever going to return to the rest of your body?

“I…” you press your lips together for a moment, but they unfurl with a bashful smile. “I kinda think about kissing you sometimes.”

Husk’s own smile widens. “Sometimes?”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and when Husk rumbles a laugh you reach out to shove his shoulder. He catches your hand before you do, but instead of moving it away, he brings it up to rest on his shoulder. Your fingers curl automatically around his suspender, soft fur tickling at your fingertips. He trails his claws down your arm, and your breath hitches as they move lower, smoothing over your ribs and down to your waist. “Husk…?”

“’m givin’ you the greenlight, ducks,” he says. Your resurfacing nerves must reflect in your expression, because he smirks softly, squeezing your waist reassuringly. “So, no need to fret, alright?”

You nod, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry. You stroke your fingers shakily through the fur of his shoulder, meet his eye, then drop your gaze again as you lose your nerve. Husk snickers and rolls his eyes, reaching out to carefully cup your face in his hand.

He leans in, and this time you don’t pull away, closing your eyes as Husk’s lips meet yours in a careful, hesitant kiss.

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[jazziesanura]

This just proves a point that I firmly believe.. That Husk would be one of the best nurturing, gentle people for someone with a shy, awkward, and inexperienced personality. *Cough cough* Says that very exact person.

[irkimatsu]

Please fetishize our age/experience gap, Husk, call me baby and tease me for how inexperienced I am with sex and kink, please, it's okay, I'll call you daddy and you're allowed to get a boner when I do, it's hot

[jazziesanura]

Thiiiiiisssssss

[hazbinshusk]

husk x afab!reader. when the weather in pride turns suddenly antarctic, the residents of the hotel are left shivering and scrambling for better heating. you and husk however decide to sequester yourselves in your room, sharing personal space for the sake of body heat out of the prying eyes of your friends. and, well, can anyone blame you when things get a little... physical?

my dear @jazziesanura requested some cold weather cuddlefucking, and while I'm sweating to death down in aus, I'm more than happy to indulge my mutuals :) 2.3k.

featuring: a lot of fluff and smut, penetrative sex, alcohol.

“Oh, before I forget; I’ve got to call my ex later,”  you say idly, crossing the bedroom with two heavy-bottomed glasses of whiskey in hand. Husk quirks an eyebrow up at you curiously, a soft mrrp escaping him. He’s sitting with his back against the headboard, his hat resting on top of the lamp on your bedside table. “We’re getting back together.”

Husk’s brow furrows even as he accepts one of the glasses from you, claws making a quiet tink against it. “What?”

You smile, nodding towards the ice-sheened window. “Because Hell has officially frozen over.”

Husk snorts a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Cute.”

“Thank you,” you reply perkily, taking a sip of your drink. You can’t taste the notes of ‘green apple and caramel’ the bottle had boasted, but it was still better than the acetone-tasting crap Husk usually drank. It burns in your throat but unfortunately does little to actually warm you. The sudden temperature shift from the usually balmy days of Hell to what was basically Antarctic had the whole Hotel on lockdown while Charlie desperately shivered her way through trying to source extra heating outside the fireplace in the lobby. You were pretty sure Alastor had one in his quarters too, but he wasn’t going to volunteer it to the other residents, so most of them were gathered downstairs. Aside from the radio demon, you were pretty sure only you and Husk were the only ones who’d opted to stay upstairs. “I thought so.”

“’s a low bar, doll,” Husk tells you, finishing his drink and setting the glass aside. He holds a paw out to you invitingly and you take it readily, climbing across the mattress to settle in his lap. You straddle his thighs, your hand guiding his paw to your waist before sliding up his arm to take his shoulder. In open defiance of the cold – or maybe because his fur is just that thick – the only sartorial nod Husk has made to the change in the weather is a thick, bottle-green scarf wrapped around his neck. “Everythin’ you do is cute.”

“Fuck, you’re a charmer,” you sigh, and you giggle as Husk bumps his nose affectionately against yours. You rub your fingers through the fur at the back of his head, teasing at the base of his ear. “And a liar.”

“Degenerate piece of shit like me? A liar?” Husk’s voice is muffled slightly as he brushes his lips over the corner of your jaw. You smile as his whiskers tickle at the side of your throat. “Who would’a thought it?”

“Hush, you,” you admonish lightly, cupping his cheeks in your hands and tilting his face up to better meet your eye. Husk’s expression is soft, amused and affectionate in a way that might just be reserved for you when no one else can see. You smooth your thumbs over his cheeks gently. “Keep talking crap about my favourite bartender and I will have to kick your ass.”

“Shudder the thought,” Husk smirks, letting you bring his face up to meet yours in a kiss. One paw squeezes your waist, the other finding your thigh beneath the robe you have wrapped securely around yourself, and a contented little trill sounds against your lips as he lets the kiss linger. You brush your lips again in a few more brief, gentle kisses before you pull away again.

“Speaking of shuddering…” you feel a shiver wrack through you as the cold winds of outside seem to find a new crack in the walls to slip through. The chill of it seems to wrap itself around your very bones, and you huddle closer to the cat petulantly. In response, Husk smiles sympathetically, leaning up to nuzzle his face into the curve of your neck. He bumps his forehead against the underside of your jaw and rubs it there in a very catlike gesture you know he’d deny if you mentioned it. You hum as the cold touch of his nose skims across your collarbone. “Since when can Hell even get cold?”

Husk sighs. “Rarely happens. This is the… third time? Since I’ve been down here. Blows over in a few days, and we’re back to roastin’ all nice and crispy the way the Big Man intended.”

When a shudder runs through you again you groan in annoyance, and Husk smirks, opening his arms and wings up to you. “C’mere, you big baby.”

“Not a baby,” you pout childishly, but lean into all the same. Husk chuckles as you wrap your arms around his middle and bury your frozen fingers in the warm fur of his back, jerking away from your touch when you find his skin beneath it. You giggle, nuzzling your face into his collarbone and inhaling the warm-spice and whiskey scent of him.

“Not a baby,” he agrees, kissing the top of your head. “Jus’ a bit of a bellyacher.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Husk laughs, the sound rich and soft in your ear, and he curls his wings more tightly around you to better envelop you in his own warmth.

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You lose track of time, wrapped up in Husk’s arms, lulled into near sleep by the softness of his fur, the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. A quiet purr is rolling through him, and when your legs begin to cramp from kneeling over his lap for so long, Husk gently rearranges the two of you so you’re laying side by side under the blankets, your face once more buried in his chest so you can feel the purr against your cheek.

Husk strokes careful claws slowly through your hair and down your back, his muzzle tucked against the crown of your head. He still struggles to understand what exactly you see in an old, washed-up addict like him, but it’s moments like this when he can swear, he almost feels as though the weight of that infernal, invisible chain around his throat isn’t quite there anymore.

The bartender trails his paw lower, smoothing over your hip and down to where your robe has ridden up over your thigh. His claws tickle at the sensitive skin there, and you hum a groan sleepily into his chest. Husk smiles to himself, the expression catching when he feels your own hand trail down his stomach to hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants.

“Careful, sweetness.” he rumbles into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. “You know what you’re doin’ there?”

“Think I remember how it goes,” you mumble into his fur, fumbling briefly with the button fastening his slacks closed. “’Sides… you started it.”

“Did I now?” Husk’s eyes flutter closed and you feel him exhale heavily against your hair as you slip your hand into his pants and cup your palm against his cock. He’d be almost ashamed to admit that he’s half-hard already, if you weren’t apparently so eager despite the cold. His paw tightens reflexively on your thigh at your touch. “Oh, doll… thank fuck your hands are warm.”

You giggle into his chest, squeezing him teasingly and thrilling at the way his shudders in response. You feel his cock twitch, and you wrap your fingers around it, letting your fingertips trail teasingly over the head of it. Husk groans, low in the back of his throat. “Suddenly all this fur isn’t such a bad thing, is it?”

“Wouldn’t push it that fa—ah…” Husk breaks off with a light moan as you begin to stroke him, squeezing at the base of his cock. He exhales a smile against your hair, nosing at your hairline until you tilt your head back and let him brush his lips against your forehead. “Cheeky thing you are…”

“Husk…” you murmur, tilting your head back further, stretching up to dust kisses over the underside of his chin. “Touch me.”

Husk smiles, bumping his nose against yours. “Finally someone in this fuckin’ place gives me somethin’ I wanna do.”

You laugh as he brings his lips to yours, his kiss sweet and his lips deliciously warm as he echoes you with a muffled laugh of his own. His claws glide up your thigh to caress the curve of your ass, squeezing the muscle appreciatively. You smile into his kiss, quickening your hand slightly, teasing your thumb over the head of his cock. Husk’s teeth catch your bottom lip, and the brief flare of pain thrills you.

“Go slow, baby,” he whispers, kissing your cheek, the bridge of your nose. “I wanna savour it.”

Cheeks pink with the cold and with his words, you nod, eager in a way that Husk almost finds innocent. It charms him, and when you hook your thigh up over his hip he wraps a possessive paw around it. When you push the underwear you wear under your robe aside and guide his cock to slide up against you, Husk kisses you again, groaning into your mouth as he flicks just warm, how wet you are for him already. You whimper as you feel the length of him slide against your clit, the barbs of his cock rising as he reaches full arousal. They tickle at the nerves there; a texture that makes your eyes roll back behind their lids as your excitement grows.

Husk cups your cheek, brushing his lips over yours again before pulling back. He watches your face intently as he presses the head of his cock into you, pupils blown wide as he watches your lips part in a soundless gasp at the feel of him slowly, slowly filling you. You hand finds purchase on his shoulder as though you’re anchoring yourself to him, to the way he feels moving into you, and Husk moves to kiss your forehead again, murmuring so quietly with his lips pressed to your skin that you can’t make out all the words.

“That’s it… feels… fuck…” his claws ghost against the side of your throat. “…good girl for me… that’s it, baby…”

Husk fucks you so, so slowly, each press of his hips into your accompanied by a soft sigh that fans across the top of your face and makes your lashes flutter. You run your fingers through the fur of his chest, reach up to carefully unwind the scarf that’s still wrapped around his neck. Husk lets you toss it aside, smiles as you replace where it rested against the side of his neck with your palm. You rub your fingers through the fur there, down to the massage the nape of his neck and between his shoulders. Husk kisses you again and you let the touch linger, your other hand – the one of the arm trapped beneath you – finds his paw and wraps your fingers around it. The bartender squeezes your hand back, kissing the spot between your brows tenderly.

“Husk…” you breathe his name into his neck, voice catching as he adjusts the angle of his hips. “Fuck…”

Every slide of his cock stretches you wonderfully, every drag of those barbs against your flesh sending sparks up through your spine to curl inside your belly. Husk keeps growling low, chanting your name like some kind of benediction as you squeeze around him. You hook your leg higher on his hip, pressing yourself closer, and you let out a curse, high-pitched and breathy, as it brings him deeper into you.

The heat of Husk’s body, his breath, his cock inside you, is such a contrast to the chill still clinging to your cheeks, and you nuzzle further into his chest as Husk fucks you, nice and slow and agonizingly deep, bottoming out inside you with every thrust. His claws tighten where they clutch at your waist, sliding around to squeeze at your ass, and you gasp into his fur as the move encourages you to stretch wider for him.

“Fuck, baby…” Husk groans into your hairline, voice muted as though he doesn’t want to break the space between you. “Fuck, you feel so good… feel so fuckin’… Christ, you’re gorgeous…”

That tone of voice, those words, they never fail to make you flush, and you tilt your head back and press a kiss to his chin. Husk meets your eye, ghosting a paw up over your side to brush hair away from your face, and he kisses you again.

This kiss lingers all the way through until your orgasm rocks through you, your breath catching in a quiet, shaky moan. Husk watches your face with an almost enraptured look on his, the softest of smiles pulling at the edge of his lips as you shudder in his embrace. He dusts kisses over your face, ghosting his lips over your cheeks, your brow, your nose and always back to your lips as he chases his own release. And when you tease your nails through the fur over his hip he lets out a moan of his own and spill himself into you with one more long, deep thrust.

“So good for me…” he croons, nosing at your temple until you meet his lips again breathlessly. When he breaks the kiss, he doesn’t pull away, speaking softly against your lips. “Love you, sweetness.”

You smile, squeezing the hand he still has wrapped in yours. Husk returns the expression, catching your other hand and lifting it to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of your fingers. Your voice catches a little when you whisper back:

“I love you, too.”

[jazziesanura]

Oh, this is so romantic...! The playful banter, the sweet details of the tender touches- Oh, I knew Huskie would be a lovely, gentlemanly, considerate cuddler.. And oh the sweet praise! Thank you so much, Salem, this literally made my day!

[irkimatsu]

Still thinking about breeding/pregnancy kink Husk... still never wanna have kids, but I'm sure there's a way to replicate pregnancy for fetish purposes without actually ending up with a kid to be responsible for. It's Hell, after all, I can explain away pretty much any fetish with "Hell magic did it".

A way to give yourself a swollen stomach and breasts for Husk to fawn over, trick his annoying rut brain into believing he succeeded at impregnating you... fuck, it's cute how his nesting instinct kicks in. He surrounds you with blankets, won't let you leave the bed, brings you anything you could possibly want; he's gotta take good care of his mate. (Well, almost anything. No alcohol. It's not good for the kits.) And when he's sure you've got everything you need, he's there to cuddle you, all warmth and wide pupils and purrs.

Fuck, your breasts are looking nice, all swollen with milk... can he touch them, just a little? He knows they're sensitive, but they look so fucking soft, he's gotta feel them- fuck, yes, they're even softer than usual... can he squeeze them a little? Damn, baby, he's barely touching you and you're already moaning... god, you're so hot. He wants to keep rubbing them, nuzzling and kissing them, fuck you sound so pretty as he runs his tongue over your puffy, sensitive nipple... is it just him, or is your skin even sweeter than normal...?

He doesn't even mind if you're lactating... might even turn him on more, in fact, feeling the warm, sweet liquid trickle over his tongue with every lick... he can't get enough of anything that's a part of you. He settles in with his body stretched out over you, tail slowly swishing behind him, wings slightly fluttering, paws gently kneading your breasts as he nurses, purrs rumbling through his whole body as you stroke his ears and coo about how wonderful his mouth feels...

Fuck, he's getting turned on. You can tell once his waist starts bucking against you. You're already pregnant, he doesn't need to mate with you anymore... but fuck, he's so excited, can he do it just for the hell of it...? Just to make you feel special...

He's no longer the feral beast that bred you initially. He moves so slowly inside you, so careful not to hurt his mate or his litter. He can't take his eyes off you, the way your body is positively glowing like this... glowing from something he did to you, for you... fuck, he's so lucky to have you as a mate...

He'll cum in you a few times, if you'll let him. Even if he doesn't need to anymore... just to keep feeling the high of being united with you...

(Poor guy is going to be so fucking embarrassed once his head clears up. Why is he like this. How much is this is a Hellish punishment, part of the demonic form he already hates, and how much is just him being a pervert. Fuck, it pisses him off either way.

He'll calm down as you treat him gently and assure him he has nothing to be embarrassed about, and that you love helping him indulge in this kink of his... maybe he'll even believe you someday.

Just, for the love of Lucifer, never tell Angel about this. Jesus Fucking Christ he does not need to hear a word about this from him.)

[jazziesanura]

He's such a gentleman, of course, this kink must be nurtured

[hazbinshusk]

husk x gn!reader. husk might hate his more catlike tendencies, but you find most of them downright adorable. so, when one of them surfaces while he's sleeping, how can you do anything but let yourself enjoy it? (or, cookies for @maygamitsu12).

also, check out @irkimatsu's rendition of husk making cookies - it's wonderful :)

featuring: pure fluff, suggestive themes/language, praise, cat behaviour.

The cool air of the Hotel’s thankfully stellar air conditioning is enough to warrant tugging the throw from the back of the sofa down over your lap, your book cradled against your thighs. Since the opening of the new hotel, there’s been more and more potential residents trickling in and out to satisfy their own curiosity. Very few stayed longer than the princess’ over-excited tours, but every now and then they lingered long enough to make a nuisance of themselves at the bark especially since Charlie insisted that Husk should never charge a potential future residence.

So, Husk would grit his teeth and bear it long enough for them to knock back two drinks before he’d shut them down and direct them to the door. And you would keep him company  - staying close enough to offer him a sympathetic glance, but not so close as to ‘encourage them to chat’.

Your eyes are starting to itch as the hours tick over into the early morning, but you still manage a lazy smile as Husk finally steps out from behind the bar and makes his way over to you where you’re still reclined against a few pillows, legs stretched out across the couch. He returns that smile with one of his own, pulling the blanket off your legs. Your book goes with it, landing on the floor with a dull thump, and Husk flops down onto your lap with a groan.

You chuckle as he settles himself between your knees, wrapping his arms around your waist as his wings settle themselves over your legs to replace the blanket. Husk buries his face in your lap, rubbing his cheek against your thigh and sighing heavily into your skin. You feel your expression melt into one of affection, and you gently lift the hat from his head and set it on the table beside you so you can card your fingers through the fur between his ears.

A purr rumbles through his chest at your touch, and he leans into your hand as you scratch firmly at the base of his ear. His voice is muffled when he speaks, but you still manage to make out, “Too fuckin’ good to me…”

“Never,” is your natural reply, and you rub your thumb up over the curve of his ear. “You wanna go upstairs?”

Husk groans again, bumping his forehead against your thigh, rubbing his face into the soft flesh. “Too far… minutes…”

Your smile grows, and your fingers take up a slow, soothing rhythm between his ears, your thumb brushing back and forth over the space between his brows, easing away the creases that have formed there during the day.

“Okay, baby. Five minutes.”

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You don’t realise you were anywhere near sleep until you’re waking up again, your head having lolled to the side to rest your temple against the back of the couch.  Brow furrowing as you blink away some of the sleep still clinging to your mind, you realise slowly the reason you’ve woken up.

The two of you have shifted in your sleep; you’re reclining more comfortably along the sofa, Husk’s cheek pressed against your hipbone. His arms have unwrapped themselves from your waist and he’s rolled further onto his side between your legs, his arms tucked up between his chest and your thigh. And against your thigh you can feel his paws flexing in an almost rhythmic pattern, soft pads kneading into the muscle and soft flesh. Your cheeks warm and you feel a smile tug at the corner of your mouth as you watch, as you notice the soft purr trilling through the back of his throat.

Husk’s brow has smoothed in his sleep, the tension of the day worn away and it makes him look younger, innocent in a way that belays where he’s ended up in the afterlife. He might not put too much stock in Charlie’s vision – sometimes you weren’t sure you did either – but in moments like this it was easy to imagine the past could be wiped away, the slate left unmarred by past sins. He rubs his forehead into your hipbone when your fingers the fur at the back of his head, and you hesitate long enough to ensure he isn’t waking before you start to scratch your fingers gently against his scalp. His purring grows louder at the touch.

Husk’s claws prick at your thigh with each flex of his paws, his touch almost infuriating in its closeness to the apex of your thighs. When your hand drifts lower to tickle at the nape of his neck, he groans, shifting between your legs to wrap an arm possessively around your leg. The kneading continues, massaging deep into your skin, and you exhale something close to a groan yourself.

“Such a good kitty,” you murmur, the praise slipping out before you can stop yourself. Usually you’d try to avoid calling attention to his sinner form; he wasn’t exactly comfortable with it at the best of times, but God, he was just so pretty… “My good boy.”

Husk purrs louder, stretching under your touch in that fluid way that only cat’s spines seem to be able to do. His wings flutter against the back of the couch and your smile widens, Husk’s nose bumping against your hip. You feel the sandpaper line of his tongue against your stomach, the barbs of it catching in the thin fabric of your shirt for a moment before he settles again, his chin resting on your hip. His tail waves lazily behind him, the vibrations of his purring vibrating into your knee where his chest is pressed against it. One of his suspenders has slipped down his shoulder, and you tug it gently back into place.

“Pretty kitty,” you continue quietly, that lazy smile still clinging to your lips.

Wouldn’t everything just be so much simpler if you could just stay in a moment like this?

Another groan – more pronounced this time – rumbles through Husk, and those lines between his brows begin to reappear. He tucks his face further into your hip stubbornly, warm breath tickling against the sliver of skin between the hem of your shirt and the waistband of your shorts. “’m not pretty…”

You breathe a quiet giggle, reaching further down to rub your fingers over his spine between his wing joints. He lets out a sound that’s something akin to a moan, and even though the waking world is steadily drawing him out of sleep, his paws continue their rhythmic pressing into your flesh. “Yeah, you are.”

Husk blinks blearily, turning his head to rest his chin against your navel. A self-deprecating smile tugs at his lips, his pupils large and magnetic even under half-closed lids. “Looks are your department, love.”

You hum, cupping his cheeks in your hands. Husk shifts so he’s laying on his stomach again, his paws coming up to claim your hips. The kneading has lessened, but you still feel his paws flex against your sides. His eyes close blissfully as you rub your thumbs against the base of his ears. “Does that make you the brains?”

Husk’s voice vibrates slightly with his purr. “Mmm… that might be yours, too.”

“And that makes you…?”

“The cranky old drunk?”

You chuckle, and he lifts his head for you to scratch under his chin. “Good thing that’s my type.”

Husk echoes your laugh; a deep, throaty sound of warm velvet and burning whiskey.

“Bed?”

Husk groans as he pushed himself up onto his hands, crawling slowly up to straddle your hips and press his lips to yours. His wings flutter behind him, stretching the way you would stretch out your arms, and his kiss is soft and warm and comforting.

He bumps his nose against yours as he replies.

“Yeah. Bed.”

[jazziesanura]

THIS MAN! AHHHH I couldn't love him more and then I do-! He's such an adorable sweetie piiiiee I just can't-this made my heart so warm.. 😭💜

[sweetbabyara]

i just wanna be taken care of, im so tired

[jazziesanura]

If the caretaker is always caretaking, who will take care of the caretaker?

[hazbinshusk]

husk with his bunny girl, sitting her on his lap, claws wrapped around her plush hips. bending her forward against the table in front of them so he can watch the way her fluffly little tail quivers while his barbed cock slides in and out of her pretty cunt while she bounces on it.

[weantuniverse]

[heroesofdigitalrock]

Doug Sneyd for Playboy

[hazbinshusk]

overlord husk sitting in a comfortable chair with a cigar and a nice glass of whiskey, watching you.

watching you because you're laying in the middle of his bed with your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard above you. with a spreader bar between your ankles to give him the perfect view of his prize between your legs.

with a dildo stuffed in your pussy and one of his other playthings holding a vibrator against your clit.

and he's savouring the taste of the whiskey in the same way he's savouring your desperate little whimpers, the way you try in vain to roll your hips up against the toys, desperate for more sensation, desperate to be fucked.

maybe you misbehaved, maybe he thinks you paid a little too much attention to one of the other players at the table. or maybe husk just likes how pretty those little whining moans you make sound when you're frustrated. maybe he likes the way you try to grind your hips down against the toy in the other girl's hand; the way you beg her, beg him, to please, please, fuck you properly.

maybe he just likes that choking, grateful sob you make when he finally nods and the other girl is allowed to slide the dildo almost all the way out of you before fucking it into you again. he loves that sound you make when the vibrator's turned up higher, pulsing relentlessly against your swollen clit as the dildo fills you again and again.

husk watches the way your hips rise and your thighs tense, unable to close around her hand when everything gets to be too much, his tail flicking back and forth slowly as he watches tears stain your cheeks, listens to you moan his name and apologies for whatever you did wrong and nonsensical gratitude for the orgasm he's finally gifting you.

how long before he decides it's not enough? how long can he last before he's waving the other girl away so he can ease the dildo from your soaking, quivering cunt and thrusting his own cock into you instead?

any bets?

[jazziesanura]

Yooooooo You had me at Whiskey and cigar, I just love the power and dynamic those two things with certain older men ESPECIALLY Huskie