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day twenty-three of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: knotting/hand kink (husk x reader)

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You’re breathless, hot and cold all at once, a shudder running up your lower back as you bounce on Husk’s lap, his cock bottoming out inside you. He groans as you grind down against him, his paws large and strong on your hips. You watch as they smooth down to your thighs, long claws encircling the plush flesh and squeezing. They give the barest hint of the promise of pain as the sharp points dig into your skin, and you gasp as the bartender teases his teeth over the side of your throat.

“Husk…” you whimper, eyes rolling back for a moment. He smiles against your skin, rough tongue lathing over the sensitive spot below your ear he knows drives you insane. You reach down to clutch at the back of his paws, fingers tracing the fur to feel the strength beneath. “Fuck, Husk…”

“Feel so good, baby…” he tells you, a purr sounding beneath his words. He bumps his face affectionately against your shoulder, your jaw, rubbing the soft fur between his ears under your chin for a moment before tilting his head back to meet your lips with his. His cold nose bumps against yours affectionately, his warm breath fanning against your cheek as he exhales a moan. “God, you’re gorgeous…”

You cup his cheek in your hand, carding your fingers through the fur there. Husk hums happily into the kiss you give him, his breathing growing more laboured and disjointed as you fuck yourself down on his cock. The barbs of it are swollen and distended, tugging at the sensitive flesh inside you in a way that makes you whine.

Husk’s paw tightens further on your thigh, the other sliding up over your stomach, massaging into the flesh. He cups your breast, catching your nipple between two fingers and pinching. You whine, taking hold of his paw with both of yours, leading it up further, thrilling at the feeling of his claws ghosting against your skin and sliding up around your throat.

His hand is big enough to easily close around your throat, his palm so wide that you’re forced to tilt your head back to accommodate his touch. Husk squeezes your throat obediently and you let out a choking moan, grinding down hard onto his lap. He groans as your cunt flexes around him, cursing as he watches you reach between your thighs to roll your fingers over your clit.

“Fuck, doll…” he hisses, lips glued to the edge of your jaw, loosening his grip on your throat just long enough to let you gasp in a breath. Your eyes roll back when he squeezes again, his wings shuddering, tail thrashing against the mattress behind him. “Shiiiiit, you gotta slow down… I’m not gonna… fuck…”

You shake your head urgently, bouncing yourself on his cock desperately. “Can’t stop… please, Husk… fuck, it feels so good, Husk… I can’t—”

“I need to—fuck, I need to pull out, baby,” Husk groans, his voice breaking as he tries desperately to hold out. You’re so close to release; your whole body is tingling and twitching with it, the fist clutching at your throat making you wonderfully, addictively light-headed. The hand on your thigh slips around to clutch at your ass, but instead of slowing you down it only spurs you on. “I can’t… you need to slow—fuck!”

Your orgasm spurs his, and the two of you moan in hoarse, broken unison. You feel the barbs of his cock lock into you and you gasp, another wave of excitement rolling through you. You shudder with it, and you grind slowly against him as best you can with his barbs pulling at your sensitive inner flesh. “Oh, fuck…”

Husk’s hand loosens on your throat and you clutch at it, urging him to grip at it again. Husk chuckles breathlessly, deliriously, eyes rolling back. “Ease… you gotta ease up, doll… fuck…”

You shake your head again, taking hold of his hand with both of yours. You bring it up to kiss his heart-shaped palm, lips parting. Your tongue slips out to rest against your bottom lip, curling around the dull edge of his claw as you lick up the length of it.

“Oh, fu—” Husk chokes on a curse and bucks up into you at the show. “Ohh, you’re killin’ me.”

You grin, releasing his hand to take his face in his hands. The head of his cock is flush against your g-spot and you feel another orgasm roll through you, and your whole body seizes up with it as you kiss him again. “Me first.”

Husk smiles into your kiss, tucking his wings around you. “Never.”

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day twenty-one of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: voyuerism/dry humping (huskerdust x reader)

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The club music pounds loudly enough for you to feel it in your bones, in your blood, and the scent of booze and sex and artificial smoke teases at your senses. Husk wraps an arm around your waist, your back cradled against the curve of his wing. His fur is warm and soft against your bare skin, and you shiver as he buries his face in the curve of your neck with a low, even chuckle.

“You gotta work on your poker face, sweetness.” he rumbles in your ear, and you feel the sharp points of his teeth graze the curve of your collarbone. “People are gonna think you’ve got a crush.”

“He’s just so pretty,” you reply with a grin, eyes still fixed on the stage. Angel is in his element, a burlesque dream of feathers and beads, the blissed-out smile on his face for once purely due to the chance to perform like this. Husk had taken no convincing at all to tag along tonight, and a bottle of whiskey deep he was loose and relaxed in a way he rarely is outside of one of your rooms at the hotel. “Look at him.”

“I am,” Husk assures you, bumping his nose against the edge of your jaw. Your shoulder rises automatically as it tickles, your hand finding and squeezing his thigh under the table. Husk tosses back the last of his drink, and on your nod, finishes yours as well. He scowls at the too-sweet taste, tongue sticking out distastefully, and you giggle.

He lets his hand slip lower over the curve of your hip as Angel makes a wide, arching swing around the pole at centre stage, and you feel his lips brush against your jaw, your cheek. You stare in wonder at Angel a moment longer before you turn your face towards Husk, humming happily as he catches your lips with his.

Husk kisses you warmly, his tongue teasing against your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth. Your hand tightens its grip on his thigh and you feel his wing tuck tighter around you, urging you closer to his side. You lean into him, your hand leaving his thigh to skim over his stomach and up to card your fingers through the soft fluff of his chest. He groans into your kiss, barely audible over the music and Angel’s fans, and Husk lets his lips travel over your cheek and back to your jaw, the tiny barbs of his tongue making you shudder as it lingers just below your ear.

His attention there urges you to turn your head and brings your eyes back to Angel on stage, and despite your position at one of the more secluded booths, the spider’s lips turn in a knowing smirk, and he throws you a wink before he moves into the next steps, two hands coming up artfully behind him to unfasten the strings of beads draped over his torso.

“C’mere,” Husk mutters into your neck, kissing you again before urging you to sit on his lap. Your back is cradled against his chest, and you shiver as his claws come up to brush hair away from your ear so he can kiss the column of your throat. “Watch him.”

You train your eyes on Angel Dust obediently, breath catching in your throat as Husk takes hold of your hips and nips lightly at your collarbone just as Angel drops to his knees, whips his hair out of his eyes and bends down, sliding his chest slowly across the stage with his ass high in the air. The move is so sensual, one so reminiscent of the way you’ve seen him grind back against Husk… and Angel meets your eye again.

Husk groans, low and rough, as he thrusts into Angel in a slow, deep rhythm, bottoming out and lingering with each push forward of his hips before withdrawing again. Angel’s back is arched in a way that’s almost poetic, his chest pressed into the sheets. His upper hands reach up to grip at your calves as you sit and watch them, your back against the headboard. Husk is watching you hungrily, eyes drinking in every shift in your expression. There’s a vibrator tucked in your panties, the remote tucked into one of Angel’s fists. The spider meets your eye for a moment before his eyes roll back, a bead of drool staining the fur of his chin as is jaw hangs slack.

You feel yourself flush.

The bartender notices even in the pulsing lights of the club, snickering against your skin as his tongue tickles at the nape of your neck. His paws tighten on your hips and press forward, pull back, guiding you into a slow grind over his lap. He presses his thigh up between your legs, continuing the gentle assault of the side of your throat with his lips and tongue.

“Don’t he look good, baby?” Husk purrs, smoothing his hands down to your thighs. He kneads his grip into the plush muscle, still guiding you to roll your hips over his lap. You can feel hardening beneath you, and you angle your hips to grind your cunt along the length of him. Husk groans, claws tightening on your thighs reflexively. “That’s it, doll…”

You aren’t the only sinners in the room charged up by Angel’s performance, and the low hint of moans and heavy breathing around you adds to the eroticism of the moment. Husk’s wings curve around your shoulders, hiding you from private eyes possessively, in turn making the two of you a private show just for the star on stage. Angel’s eyes keep flickering back to the two of you, and he does nothing to hide the lust burning in his eyes. The smile that plays over his features is one you’ve seen so many times before – at the bar, or during group activities. One that promises so much fun once he gets the two of you alone.

Angel rocks his hips roughly over Husk’s, grinding his ass down over the bartender’s erection. His cock fills him with each push of his hips, and the spider moans in a broken pitch at the feeling of it. Husk groans up into your cunt, his arms wrapped possessively around your thighs to keep in you place over his face. His tongue curls against your clit before dipping into your dripping pussy, and your moan sounds in tandem with Angel’s.

The spider touches your cheek, brushing hair behind your ear and fisting his hand in it. He drags you into a kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth so you can feel the way he moans when Husk thrusts up into him.

“Can’t wait to get the two o’ you home,” Husk groans, claws skimming up under your skirt as you continue to ride his lap. He lets his forehead fall against your shoulder, bumps his nose against your shoulder blade. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby…”

“Why… why wait?” you ask, turning your head to press a kiss between his ears. Husk tilts his head back, catches your lips with his. “D’you think Angel has a private dressing room back there?”

“Fuck, doll…”

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day twenty of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: size difference/monster fucking/thigh fucking (husk x reader) (also featuring minor suggestions of mind control)

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You’re not sure what wakes you – the sound of the door opening, the floorboards groaning under his new weight, the heat of his breath fanning over you… the shift of the mattress. But you do find yourself drawn out of the sleep you’d reluctantly fallen into after being ushered off to the Overlord’s private quarters halfway through a late-night, high stakes poker game downstairs.

The weight that settles beside you is enough to make the mattress sink; your body sliding slightly into the groove it creates. You blink against the bloody red dim of the room, and a warm ball of lead drops into your stomach as your eyes adjust. A figure looms over you, so massive that you feel the bed groan under its weight. A deep, rusty rumble emanates from it, the sound so loud it reverberates through your chest and sets nerves alight inside you.

Still, something in the warm golden glow above you rings familiar, and you find your voice uncertainly.

“…Sir?”

Husk growls, low in the back of his throat, in response, and the sound of it – a rough, predatory rumble that makes goosebumps rise on your flesh. His body… Husk is huge, his features more lion than housecat, the corded muscles under his fur rippling as he shifts further over you. You can hear the heavy thump of his twitching tail meeting the wall, see the feathers on his wings are easily as long as your forearm. They’ve darkened at the edges, and in the merlot light it’s as though his plumage has been dipped in ink… in blood. His clothes are torn, thin threads of his tailored suit barely wrapped like bandages around his limbs.

You reach up with a shaking hand, touching tentative fingers to the Overlord’s muzzle. The sound he makes is so deep and rusty that you can’t tell if it’s a purr or a growl, but you don’t draw your hand away.

“H-Husk?”

The demon lowers his face to you, the cold wetness of his nose staining against the thin fabric of your negligee. It soaks through to your skin and makes you shudder, a whimper escaping you as you feel him nuzzle his nose into the curve of your waist and inhale deeply.

“I—ohh…” you break off as Husk slides his tongue up over your thigh and stomach. The feeling of it is rough and wet and warm, and it curls around the muscle of your thigh, the edge of it gliding up between your legs. You let out a soft, breathless moan at the feeling of it, fingers finding the fur at the base of his ear and gripping. You could swear he leans into it, but then his tongue slowly lathes up over the length of your torso, and you feel yourself arch up beneath it as the coarse line of it teases over your breasts. Even through the cups of your negligee it makes you gasp, the tip of his tongue flicking over your chin before he repeats the movement. It lingers over your nipples this time, and you whine, both hands bunching in the fur on either side his muzzle. “S-sir…”

Husk pulls back slightly, his eyes unblinking as he regards you with something akin to hunger. He licks the side of your face, the barbs of his tongue catching in your hair for a moment. Then, you feel it, feel the head of his naked cock, thick and hard and leaking precum, press up against your knee.

Your eyes widen even as a thrill goes through you burn directly between your thighs. There’s no way… you reach out to touch the tip of it, circling your fingers around it. Your fingertips don’t come near to meeting, and Husk makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl as your palm smooths over the head of his cock. Precum drips onto your fingers and the sheets, and when your fingers find one of the barbs that line the length of him, now as thick as your thumb, he hisses, pressing his cock up against your thigh.

You shift your hips against him, feel the massive line of his cock press up along the line of your inner thighs. The movement slickens your thighs with his excitement and you part them automatically, breath leaving you shakily as Husk thrusts his cock up between your thighs.

He ruts himself against you, and he’s too large to be considered anything but rough, each slide of his cock teasing against your aching clit.

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp out, and your hips buck up to meet his, and you bend your legs up against his stomach, so the barbs of his cock tease your clit and your ass. Husk bares his teeth for a moment as you bury your fingers in the fur of his throat. His fangs are far sharper, his breath hot against your face as he fucks himself into your thighs. The barbs of his cock pull at and agitate your flesh, the head of his cock reaching your navel with each thrust of his hips. “God…”

Husk pins you down against the mattress, one massive paw pressing down on your chest. His claws curl around your shoulders, digging into the bed beneath you and tearing the sheets. The weight on your chest pushes the breath from your lungs, makes the feeling of his cock sliding up against your cunt, wet with both your arousal and his, all the most intense.

“Mine…”

Husk’s voice fills your senses almost hypnotically, a deep tenor that you feel all the way into your bones. You’re nodding before his voice even stops rumbling through him, desperation building in you, as though you need to prove that you are, in fact, his. You only then notice the blood on the claws pinning you to the bed, but you don’t care, you don’t care, all you care about is the feeling of Husk’s cock pressing down against you, the weight of it, the feeling of it spreading your legs wider… every time he thrusts forward you feel it press up against your entrance, threatening to stretch you open before it slides against your clit and your eyes roll back all over again.

“Mine.”

“Yours,” you moan. “I’m yours.”

Husk growls, long and low and rumbling, the sound vibrating the bed beneath you. He thrusts harder, and you have to reach up with both hands to brace your hands against the headboard so he doesn’t fuck you right into it. The bed groans, and you shriek out your surprise as the legs snap, one end of the frame crashing into the carpet. It does nothing to slow Husk, and all you can do is feel, is to feel the burning gold of his eyes and feel the way he fucks himself into your thighs and the weight of him on top of you and fuck how you can feel tears in your eyes as you cum.

Husk snarls, your thighs aching as he presses down on you, his weight forcing them harder against your chest. The sheets beneath you are soaked, your body is quivering, and your Overlord doesn't stop, his thrusts becoming more aggressive the closer he gets to release. They border on painful and you... you love it, you want more. More of this, more of him, and you find yourself suddenly all the more addicted to the idea of being the gambling Overlord's pet, to be the one that this Husk comes home to, to feeling this fucking good for as long as he'll let you.

“You’re mine.”

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day eighteen of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: free use/authority/daddy kink (husk x reader)

a/n: oops, another long one (1.8k). the good stuff's under the cut ;)

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Husk groans as he stretches his arms high overhead, the sound echoed by a cattish growl that rolls through him out of frustration when the movement does next to nothing to ease the pain out of his lower back. Alastor had had him run off his feet all fucking day doing things that he desperately wanted to drink out of his mind, and the weight of his contract chains was truly digging into his soul in a way that made his whole body ache.

He throws back the last of the bottle he’d pilfered from the bar on his way past, letting it drop from his paw and roll across the carpet. Fuck it; Niffty would pick it up. The booze burns down his throat but does nothing to ease his frustration, and another growl rips low along his throat as he bypasses his room in favour of yours.

You look up as soon as he enters your room from where you sit at the desk in the corner, concern creasing your brow as you take in the expression marring his features.

“Hey, you’re getting in late. Are you—” you break off as Husk makes a beeline for the small collection of bottles you have on top of the dresser. He pulls the stopper out of the first one in reach and takes a long few slugs, wincing at the sweet edge to your choice in hooch. “—okay?”

Husk sighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his paw. “Need you on your knees, pet.”

You raise a brow. He only ever uses that term of endearment in very specific circumstances – when he needs to fuck the frustrations out of his system. The first threads of excitement immediately flow through you despite the detached, authoritative tone so different from how he usually speaks to you.

Standing, you only hesitate long enough to strip down to your underwear before moving to kneel in the middle of the carpet. You watch as Husk tugs his suspenders down off his arms, unfastening his pants as he turns to face you, bottle still dangling from his other paw. He’s half-hard already, and a shiver settles in the small of your back as he strokes himself, coming to stand in front of you.

“Open your mouth, pet.” he orders simply. “Get daddy hard enough to fuck you.”

You part your lips immediately, tongue slipping out to cradle his shaft as he thrusts his cock into your mouth. Husk rewards you with a throaty groan, and you suckle at the top before sliding your mouth down to the base of him. The barbs of his cock tickle slightly at your tongue as they start to stiffen and rise, and you gag slightly as he swells and thickens against your tongue.

Husk hisses, the sound catching in the back of his throat, at the feeling and you watch from beneath your lashes as he tips back another mouthful of spirits. His other hand is in your hair, and his claws tighten in the locks as you swallow around the head of his cock, pressing your tongue up against the underside of it.

“C’mon, pet.” he growls, thrusting his hips forward until you gag around him again. He guides your head into a faster rhythm, each push of his cock brushing the back of your throat. You reach up to clutch at his thighs, kneading your fingers into the muscle. “You can do better than that.”

You roll your tongue up against him and suck, and Husk groans, head falling back and wings shuddering against his shoulders.

“That’s a good girl.” his voice turns rough in a way that thrills you, and he fucks himself deep into your mouth, claws tightening in your hair to force you to stay in place. He holds you there, grunting as he feels your throat flutter around the tip of his cock, and you choke, tears springing up to burn in your eyes. You cough as he releases you, a string of saliva hanging from your lip and trailing to the tip of his cock. It breaks, and Husk runs his thumb claw over your swollen bottom lip. A satisfied hum rumbles through him at the sight of it, of you on your knees and gasping for breath. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you, pet. And you’re gonna thank him for it, aren’t you?”

You nod, swallowing against the raw feeling the barbs of his cock have left in your throat. “Yes, daddy.”

He smirks, tipping back the rest of the bottle. “Take off your clothes. Bend over the bed.”

You do as he instructs, surprised to feel your legs shake slightly as you stand and slide your underwear down your thighs. A purr sounds through Husk as he appraises the bare curve of your ass, and you unclip your bra and let it fall as you move to the edge of the bed and bend yourself over it. You feel far more exposed like this, bare and on display, unable to see him behind you.

You jump at the sudden feeling of Husk’s claws gripping your ass, digging into the flesh as he pushes your hips up higher. The dull press of the head of his cock against your opening is all the warning you get before he thrusts the full length of his cock, still slick with saliva and precum, into your cunt.

“Fuh…” you choke on the curse, eyes rolling back as Husk immediately takes up a brutal, unforgiving pace that makes the bed frame shake. The barbs of his cock pull at the sensitive flesh inside you, and you clutch blindly at the comforter beneath you in some vague hope steadying yourself. “Th-thank you, daddy!”

Husk’s hands take hold of your hips, pulling you back to meet each of his thrusts. Hiis claws score your skin, and you press your forehead into the sheets and moan as he angles his hips to hit deeper. You arch your back, reaching back with one hand to clutch at your ass, spreading yourself wider for him.

“That’s it,” Husk mutters, snapping his hips forward. You let out an ‘uhn’ each time his hips meet your ass, mouth hanging open and your breathing heavy. You can feel yourself shuddering, your nipples rubbing against the sheets every time Husk fucks himself into you. “That’s it, pet, take it… fuckin’ take it.”

“Yes, daddy,” you gasp out, drool dripping from your lip to stain the sheets beneath you. “Thank you, daddy… God, fuck…”

“Gonna fill you up,” he grinds out, rolling his hips hard into yours. It makes you keen, body tensing. Your pussy squeezes around his cock and Husk moans, pressing a hand into the small of your back to force your spine into a deeper arch. It makes his cock slide all the more into you, barbs tickling against the spot inside you that makes you clench your jaw and whimper. “Gonna fuck you so good. Gonna be a good little pet for daddy, baby?”

“Yes, God, yes…”

A growl rumbles in his chest; the legs of bed snags on the carpet as the strength he fucks you with threatens to push is across the floor. You reach between your thighs, rubbing desperately at your clit, your pussy and thighs soaked with your arousal. You’re so close, and the rough cadence of Husk’s voice is almost enough to send you over the edge. “You wanna make daddy cum?”

“Fuck yes…” you moan, fingers quickening against your clit. Husk groans as it makes your cunt tighten, pressing himself into you in a long, deep thrust. He lets you feel the way he fills you, the way he stretches you, before he started fucking you again, just as rough as before. It’s flirting with painful in the most addictive way, and your thighs tense as you get closer and closer to what you need most. “Fuck, I want you to cum…”

“Gotta ask nicely, pet.” Husk taunts, and you feel his tail wind around your calf. “Tell daddy what you want.”

“Please, daddy,” you whine immediately, eyes squeezed closed so hard your jaw aches. “Please, daddy, I want you to cum in me…”

“Shiiit, pet… fuck…” Husk moans, so far gone that he doesn’t even pull out anymore, just thrusts harder into you over and over, driving you further into the mattress. He reaches down to wrap one hand around the back of your neck, his claws tearing into the sheets inches from where your cheek was pressed into the drool-damp fabric. “Daddy’s gonna cum so deep in you, pet…”

“Thank you, daddy,” the words come as a broken, torn-out whimper, voice hoarse and painful in your throat as you cum. But you don’t stop, words shaking as your orgasm rocks through you, your thighs clenching around your hand even as you keep rubbing at your clit. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you, fuck… thank you…”

Husk curses, the sound warring with the cattish growl that rips out of him, and the barbs of his cock lock into you as he cums deep inside you, his cock buried to the hilt in your quivering, soaking cunt.

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“Oh, I went rough on you, didn’t I, baby?” Husk murmurs as he kisses your shoulder, smoothing his hands carefully over the marks he’s left on your hips. You hum in response, eyes closed, stretched out on your belly on the bed. You can still feel his cum oozing out of you, and even as he touches you, your body twitches with the aftershock. “’m sorry.”

You reach back blindly until you find his hand, wrapping your fingers around it. He lets you pull him down beside you, and you press a careful kiss to his claws. “Rough day?”

He frowns, even as he settles a wing over your bare back. The feathers tickle against your skin, and you shiver at the feeling of it. You can feel his tail twitch back and forth slowly against your ankle. He opens his mouth to reply, but seems to find it pointless. Instead, he nods.

“Hmm,” you pout sympathetically, leaning in a bumping your nose against his.

Husk tilts his face up, catching your lips with his. It’s soft and tender; so different from the way he’d just fucked you that it sends butterflies through your stomach. He moans softly into the kiss before breaking away, nuzzling his face under your chin. You reach up with a shaky hand to rub your fingers behind his ear, and a soft purr fills the space between the two of you.

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day sixteen of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: mutual masturbation/camshows/sex tapes (huskerdust x reader)

a/n: an expansion of this little drabble. a/n 2: this one wouldn't let me go and ended up way longer than intended (over 2k), so I'm hiding most of it under a read more for the sake of everyone's dashboards.

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Husk raises a feathered brow as he finds – not Angel – in his room, just your laptop waiting open on his bedspread. A pink sticky-note hangs from the screen, the spider’s ostentatious scrawl circled with a heart reading, “Play me, baby” and a ridiculous number of ‘x’s’ afterward.

Shaking his head in amusement, Husk hesitates for a moment before leaning down to tap a nail against the tracking pad. The screen wakes up immediately, showing a shot of the exact bed the laptop is sitting on with a triangle superimposed over the centre of the image. The angle of the image suggests the laptop had been sitting at the foot of the bed during whatever it is the spider has in store for him.

He casts a glance back towards the door before doing what the note ordered and clicks ‘play’.

The scene remains unchanged for a moment before Angel comes into frame, wrapped in lacy lingerie dyed a tone of deep magenta that complements his baby-pink fur perfectly – semi-sheer fabric in the form of thigh high stockings and panties that are tied together high against the curve of his hips.

Angel gives the camera – and Husk – a wink, a lascivious smirk playing across his lips as he climbs onto the bed and settles his long, lithe body against the pillows. He’s every bit the perfect porn star, but the intimate spark in his gaze is enough to pique the bartender’s interest – this isn’t his usual show.

“Hey, Huskie,” he says, and Husk’s tail sways once behind him in response. “Have I ever told ya jus’ how much I appreciate all ya do for lil ol’ me?”

Husk fights the urge to roll his eyes good-naturedly. This is corny, and the playful glint in his partner’s eyes tells him the spider is aware of it. Angel’s smirk widens, his gaze flickering off to the side for a moment.

“Thought I’d get a little help showin’ ya jus’ how much.”

Husk stiffens, eyes widening and his ears flicking forward as Angel holds out a hand and another reaches into frame to take it.

That’s when you come into frame.

Angel tugs you gently onto the bed beside him, and you fold your legs up beneath you, a blush burning in your cheeks. Husk swallows heavily as he takes you in – you’re dressed in lingerie almost identical to Angel’s, only with your chest wrapped in a balconette bra you’re practically spilling out of. You shift forward slightly, and Husk’s mouth goes dry as – just for a moment – he swears he sees the dusky hint of your nipple peek out over the lace.

How the fuck did Angel talk you into this?

The spider had made a few less-than-subtle references to Husk’s… interest… in you lately, and each time, the bartender had dutifully dismissed it. But here you were, wrapped up like some kind of… fuck, the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous kills him. Every damn time you do it he can’t stop himself from thinking about sucking on that lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“Ain’t she jus’ a picture, Husky?” Angel gives the camera a cheesy, flirtatious wink, and fuck, the way you blush further makes Husk’s heart pound in his chest. The two of you, side by side… God, he’s so fucked. Angel’s grin widens, and he leans into your side, turning his head to nuzzle his face against your cheek. Husk holds his breath as he watches Angel nip at your ear, your neck, his ears twitching eagerly as he hears you let out this breathy little whimper in response. One of Angel’s lower hands drapes lazily over your lap, his fingers ghosting over your thigh. The one above it cups your cheek, turns your face towards him, and he ducks his face towards yours.

Angel pauses just before his lips can meet yours; his hand leaves your cheek to run its fingertips teasingly over your collarbone, down over your chest. Husk’s eyes follow it greedily, feels himself harden as Angel traces his fingers over the swell of your breast and smiles at you softly.

“Wanna show daddy what we talked about?”

A soft, soft groan escapes Husk as you nod, as he hears you say, “Yes.”

Angel’s smile widens and he shifts, making sure to give Husk a lingering view of his lean curves as he moves to sit behind you against the pillows. He tugs you back against his chest, taking hold of your chin and tilting your head to face the camera.

“You gonna say hi to Husky, sugar?”

You smile, your expression coquettish, almost shy, but your voice comes confident, a tone dipped in seduction that Husk has never heard from you before. “Hi, Husk.”

“Atta girl,” Angel says, two lower hands reaching around to smooth over your thighs. They reach your knees, pressing them further apart. His other two hands slip behind your back, and you catch your bra against your chest just as Angel unclips it. Husk thinks for a moment that the spider’s gone too far, but then you’re looking into the camera again and drawing the bra down off your arms, tossing it aside.

Your nipples harden and Husk exhales heavily, moving closer to the laptop as though entranced. His wings flutter slightly, his tail switching back and forth behind him. Angel coos his approval, ghosting his hand up over the sides of your breasts. Husk watches you shiver, leaning further back into Angel’s chest fluff. He takes hold of your hands, guiding them up to your chest and you whine softly as he urges you to squeeze your breasts. Husk feels an ache in his cock as he watches your hips buck up automatically – such a slight movement, but one he’d pay to see a thousand more times.

Because you’re turned on by this.

By the idea of him watching.

You’re turned on by him.

Angel continues humming sweet nothings and filthy promises into your ear as you tease your nipples to aching points, his eyes trained tauntingly at the camera. His lower hands skim slowly up your inner thighs, tracing nonsensical shapes against your skin, and each time they linger in one spot Husk commits it to memory with the notion of marking the spot for himself. His fingertips skim the edge of your panties and your breath catches, and fuck if it isn’t one of the prettiest sounds Husk has ever heard.

“Listen to you,” Angel murmurs as his hands continue, moving up over your thighs to the dainty little ribbons that are holding them in place. “Tell daddy what you’re thinkin’ about.”

“Him,” you reply, tugging in your nipple. Your other hand comes down to grip at Angel’s thigh beside you. “I’m thinking about him here… in here with us.”

Angel hums approvingly, and the look he gives the camera out of the corner of his eye is infuriating. “And tell daddy how often you think about him like that.”

You swallow, moving your hands to cup your breasts, putting your aching, tight nipples on full display. “Every night.”

Oh, fuck.

“Good girl.”

Angel tugs on the strings, and your underwear falls away, revealing all of you to Husk’s hungry gaze. He curses, reaching down to palm himself through his pants and squeeze.

“Holy shit,” Husk mutters as you slide two fingers between your thighs, a soft moan escaping your parted lips as they brush against your clit.

“Awww…” Angel pouts playfully, smoothing his upper hands up over your waist, cupping your breasts. You press yourself up into his touch. “Look how eager she is for you, Husk.” His other hands curl over your thighs, teasingly close to your hand. “Look how wet.”

“Husk…”

Well, if that ain’t one of the prettiest things he’s ever heard.

Angel keeps murmuring in your ear, his tone low in reedy in that way that goes straight to Husk’s dick, and the combination of that voice, the sight of you coming apart in his lap, and the soft, breathy moans you make as Angel tells you to slide a finger into your tight little cunt… he can’t help it. Husk unzips his pants, groaning as he wraps a fist around the base of his cock.

He pumps his cock in rhythm with your fingers, and you gasp, jerking up against your hand as Angel pinches your nipples. The spider makes a show of kissing the side of your throat, and you whimper as his teeth graze along the tender flesh before he soothes it with his tongue. You’re trembling against him, your hips rocking up into your hand.

“How ya feelin’, sugar?” Angel asks in your ear. “Ya bein’ so good for daddy, ain’t ya?”

You whimper, and for a moment Husk isn’t sure anymore if the ‘daddy’ Angel is teasing you about is the spider or the cat.

“Ya need more?”

You nod, tilting your head back to press your lips blindly to Angel’s throat. He hums his approval, meeting Husk’s eye through the camera lens. He leans off to the side, straightening and holding up two identical vibrators to you.

“Good thing I always share my toys, huh, baby?”

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Husk groans, low in the back of his throat, his cock slick with precum and his body shuddering as he approaches his release. Angel is sitting next to you now, the two of you propped up against the pillows. You look wrecked, pumping the vibrator in and out of your pussy desperately.

Angel manages to match your pace as he fucks his ass, his thighs tense with the sensations pulsing through him. He runs his hand up through his chest fur, dishevelling it further, one of his other hands clutching at your thigh. Husk can see your excitement staining the sheets beneath you, and part of him wonders if he were to pull back the comforter now… would he be able to see the marks you left, smell your scent on the fabric? He thrusts his hips forward to meet his hand, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat that’s almost possessive over the idea.

The sounds the two of you are making are downright sinful, a mix of moans and utterings of curses and – most addictive – his name. Angel winks at the camera, at Husk, before leaning into your side and kissing your throat again, somehow managing to find the exact spot that Husk has more than once found himself wanting to bury his face in. The touch makes your eyes roll back, and when Angel slips a hand between your legs to tease over your clit, you gasp raggedly.

You return the favour by wrapping your fingers around Angel’s hard, leaking cock. It actually manages to surprise him and he moans, thrusting up into your hand with a cum-drunk laugh.

“Holy shit, toots!”

You giggle at his reaction and Husk chokes on a moan, leaning forward to brace his hand against the edge of the mattress. He fucks his fist desperately, fighting against the urge to close his eyes as he watches the two of you bring each other to the edge of release.

All showmanship is gone from the two of you – too desperate to reach that peak to care about maintaining a shared rhythm. When you do cum its within moments of each other, twin moans of Husk’s name spilling from your lips. The bartender groans, deep and throaty as he does the same, his cum staining both his fist and the comforter below him just as the screen goes black.

“Shit…” Husk exhales, his chest heaving. He lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. How the fuck was he ever going to look you in the eye again after that? “Hol-ly fuck…”

“Ya like the show, pussycat?”

Husk looks up at the sound of Angel’s voice; the spider is grinning up at him from the screen, somehow managing to look both seductive and supremely pleased with himself.

“Told ya she liked ya back.”

Husk can’t help it; he coughs out a laugh.

Angel continues, and Husk notices that the spider is now in his own room, backlit by the pink lights he has strung up around the room. “Better re-hydrate, kitty – and I ain’t talkin’ about booze.”

Angel swings the camera around to reveal you sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in a negligee and with pink-stained cheeks that’s got nothing to do with the lighting.

“'Cause ya gonna need some electrolytes if ya wanna join us for round two.” Angel’s voice comes teasingly out from behind the camera. “We’re waitin’ for ya, Husky.”

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Angel and Reader shoot a homemade cam show as a naughty surprise for Husk when their anniversary comes around—the man has never been more flustered and overcome with desire in his life.... What a lucky guy!!

- ⭐ blue-dream-boye

oh my god, can you imagine though?

he turns on the screen and there you are sitting on the bed looking so sweet but so bashful, even dressed in the prettiest little set of lingerie. it's nothing he's seen you in before, and somehow he knows even before he sees angel in the video wearing a complementary set that he had a hand in picking it out.

and angel's giving the camera this cheesy, flirtatious wink before he slips in behind you. he spreads his long, long legs on either side of yours and you lean back against him, and angel's eyes are on the camera as he coos for you to relax and 'show daddy what we talked about'.

and angel keeps talking, low and reedy and so sweet in your ear, eyes falling teasingly down over you every now and then before returning to the camera as he tells you how to touch yourself for 'daddy'. he skims his fingers over your shoulders and your waist and your hips, lingering in that last spot because he knows that's where husk likes to grab. and he's so honeyed and you're so cute with your trembling and your quickly building neediness as you work your hand between your legs that husk for a moment isn't sure if the 'daddy' the spider is teasing you about is angel or him.

but then angel moves to sit beside you and soon you're both moaning husk's name as you cum together with twin vibrators pressed inside you and that bartender is at risk of staining the inside of his pants.

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day twelve of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober:

keeping quiet/formalwear/semi-public sex (husk x reader)

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“No, no, no, c’mon, baby, you gotta be quiet,” Husk reminds you, his voice a rough and urgent whisper in your ear. You whimper in response, teeth gritted tightly as he thrusts hard up into you again. He clamps a large, heavy paw over your mouth, growling low in your ear as you skin your teeth into his palm. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good…”

You whine into his palm, clutching at the silky fabric of his shirt. Husk has you pressed against the wall in the utility closest, your foot braced against the sink as he fucks himself into you roughly. The skirt of your dress is hiked unceremoniously up around your waist, the soft fabric tickling over your bare thighs. Husk has his other hand clutching hard at the curve of your ass, keeping your knee hooked over his hip and you firmly in place next to the industrial vacuum. Outside, you can hear the sounds of the Hotel’s grand re-opening in full swing; clinking glasses, upbeat jazz music, and happy chatter warring with Husk’s heavy breathing at the sound of flesh meeting fur.

“Can’t believe you talked me into this,” he mutters, half-delirious and desperate. Husk buries his face in your neck, teeth and lips teasing against the base of your throat. You tilt your head to the side, eager, any concern over marks he might leave washed away with the swipe of his rough tongue against your pulse point.

You push his hand away from your mouth, struggling to keep your volume low as Husk angles his hips in a way that makes your eyes roll back. “Didn’t… hear you putting, fuck… putting up much of a fight.”

He chuckles, the sound strung out with a groan as you grind your hips down against him. He brings his mouth to yours, kissing you with a desperate edge that makes your breathing hitch against his lips. “People are gonna start wonderin’ where their barkeep went.”

You shake your head, fumbling with his bowtie and buttons to bear his chest to your eager fingers. You card your fingers through the fur there, grinning proudly when you feel his chest begin to vibrate with a rusty purr. “Charlie said you could take a fifteen-minute break,” you point out breathlessly. “By my count, you’ve still got another six minutes.”

Husk groans, kissing you again as your cunt flexes around his cock. “I think you jus’ pulled that number outta your ass.”

“Maybe,” you admit, voice catching in another whine as the barbs of Husk’s cock graze wonderfully against a particularly sensitive spot inside you. “So, maybe you should hurry up.”

Husk chuckles into your throat, the sound turning to a moan as you reach up to rub your thumbs against the base of his ears. “Bossy.”

You moan, too loud, when Husk thrusts himself hard into you and touches the heel of his hand to your clit, clapping a hand over your mouth. Husk gives you a look that somehow manages to be both exasperated and smug, and he pulls his hand away and his hips slow.

“Nooo,” you beg, rolling your hips down against him plaintively. “Please, don’t stop, baby… Please, please, I’ll be quiet…”

Husk exhales unsteadily, raising an eyebrow pointedly as he pulls his tie free from his neck. He smirks as he winds it up into a ball. “Yes, you will, sweetness. Open up.”

A thrill churns through you as you open your mouth and Husk gags you with his bowtie. Pressing a teasing kiss to your cheek, Husk thrusts back up into you again, hard. “That’s my good girl. Now…” he lets his nose trail against your cheek, his lips finding the corner of your jaw. “…Where were we?”

Husk fucks you rough and hard, his hips snapping into yours. He grunts into the side of your throat, teeth grazing against your shoulder, leaving marks against your skin. His hand returns to your clit and you keen behind the gag, eyes rolling back. You ball a hand in the front of his shirt, the other clutching at the fur at the back of his head. Husk growls, curses gruffly as you jerk his head back so you can hear him moan.

Just because you had to be quiet, that didn’t mean you couldn’t make him loud.

Your eyes widen as Husk quickens his hand against your clit and you cum, reaching out blindly beside you to grasp at the wall. Your hand hits a broom handle and it clatters to the floor. Husk is too far gone to care, the claws still gripping at your ass digging so deep you’re sure you feel your skin break.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters into your neck as your breath catches in a hiss of pain behind the gag. Still, he’s fucking you so hard he’s not pulling back anymore, thrusting himself harder and deeper into you, hips flush against your thighs. “Fuck, I’m sorry, baby, fuck—”

Husk thrusts once more and freezes, letting out a choking, strangled groan as he cums inside you. You feel him shudder against you and he lets his head fall forward to rest against your chest. He chuckles deliriously, shaking his head against your sternum. “You’re a bad influence, doll.”

You pull the bow tie out of your mouth and giggle, petting his head slowly. Husk purrs quietly, raising his head to meet your eye. His pupils are blown wide, the golden rings of his irises barely there in the dim light. You can feel him softening inside you, feel your combined juices on your thighs. “Are you having regrets, minou?”

Husk kisses you gently, smoothing his hand carefully over the marks he’s left near the top of your thigh. “Never.”

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day eleven of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: massage/blowjobs (huskerdust x reader)

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“Ohhhh, I don’t deserve this,” Husk groans, his head falling back in something like defeat. “Not in the slightest.”

“’Course you do, baby,” Angel promises, leaning down to tease his teeth and tongue against the sensitive shell of Husk’s ear. It flicks when the spider’s breath tickles across it, and Husk shudders. “Workin’ so hard behind the bar all day… keepin’ all us degenerates nice and buzzed.”

Husk chuckles at that, the sound breaking off into a moan as you take him into your mouth. While Angel is kneeling on the bed behind the bartender, you’re on your knees in front of him, rubbing a soothing rhythm against one of his calves, your mouth full of his cock. His hand rests against his knee, claws curled around a heavy glass of scotch. He curls the other in your hair, smoothing it away from your face so he can better watch the way your lips encircle and suckle lightly at the head of his cock. You smile around it as he meets your eye, and he breathes a half-delirious laugh, head lolling back onto Angel’s shoulder.

The spider is slowly and methodically working each and every knot out of the bartender’s back, two hands on his shoulders and two more kneading away just below the base of his wings. Husk groans deep in his throat, rolling his shoulders back under his touch, his wings stretching out for a moment before fluttering back into his sides.

“Ooh, you liked that, didn’t ya, baby?” Angel coos, kissing the side of Husk’s neck. His hands shift up to squeeze up along the base of his wings towards the first line of feathers. “Which feels better – my hands, or their mouth?”

Husk’s claws flex in your hair as you hollow your cheeks and slowly withdraw from the base, your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock. It traces along the barbs the line the length, each one sending a small spark of pleasure up through Husk.

“Baby, be nice to me,” he mutters, turning his head and capturing Angel’s smirking mouth in a kiss. You watch the way the spider reaches up to cup Husk’s cheek, the way Angel slips his tongue into the other sinner’s mouth, listen to Husk whine softly into the kiss when you take him all the way in again, gagging slightly when he meets the back of your throat.

You can feel drool collecting on your bottom lip and dripping into your chin as you bob your head in a steady rhythm, sucking him teasingly each time you pull back. Husk’s claws scratch pleasantly against your scalp and you shiver, trailing your hand up from his calf to knead lightly at his thigh. Angel trails a hand down onto Husk’s chest, pressing his fingers through the soft, thick fur there even as he continues the ministrations to Husk’s wings.

The bartender moans, rough and muffled into Angel’s mouth as the spider’s hands find the bend of his wings. He presses his thumbs into the underside of them, and when he brings his third set of arms out to grasp firmly at the base of his wings again, Husk purrs.

His hips jerk upward and you gag again, tears burning in the corners of your eyes. Angel snickers, wrapping a set of arms around Husk’s middle and burying his face in his neck, and the purring doubles as Angel teases the curve of his throat with his teeth and lips. He pulls back, resting his chin on Husk’s shoulder and watching you admiringly.

“Don’t you just look cute as fuck on ya knees?” he asks, lower arms playing with the fur on Husk’s stomach. His other hands continue their attention to Husk’s wings, and the bartender’s head falls back against Angel’s opposite shoulder, his lips parted and his breathing heavy. “How’s he taste, sweets?”

You hum loudly as you deepthroat Husk’s cock, the vibrations making Husk’s breathing hitch and his hips rise off the mattress. Angel giggles coquettishly, reaching down to poke the tip of your nose lightly. You wrinkle it at him, wiggling your tongue against the swollen barbs at the base of Husk’s cock, and the bartender makes a choking sound that goes right between your legs.

“Ooh, you’re gonna cum, aren’t ya, daddy?” Angel teases in Husk’s ear, grinning when it twitches.

“Don’t, ah…” Husk’s breathing is laboured, unsteady; his hand is almost painful in your hair as he pumps his hips up to meet your mouth. His wings keep flexing under Angel’s expert hands, a few feathers shaken loose. “Don’t call me… fuck…”

You swallow eagerly when Husk cums, continuing to lick and suck at his dick until you hear him whimper and feel him tug at your hair. Still, you manage to lick a stripe up the length of it and prss a kiss to the tip as you pull away, and Husk curses, leaning almost boneless back against Angel’s chest.

“Well, don’t hog it all,” Angel tells you with a grin as you stand, grabbing hold of your wrist. “I wanna taste, too.”

He pulls you in and kisses you over Husk’s shoulder, moaning low into your mouth at the taste of Husk on your tongue. You straddle the bartender’s lap carefully without breaking away from the kiss, and feel Husk take hold of your waist automatically with shaking paws.

“Fuck, you two are gonna be the death o’ me,” he groans, bumping his nose against your cheek.

You break away from Angel only to turn your head and kiss Husk instead. “Too late for that.”

Angel gasps, mock-offended. “That was gonna be my joke!”

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day seven of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: sleepy sex (huskerdust x afab!reader)

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You stir slowly as you feel the mattress shifts behind you, lifting your head reluctantly from Husk’s chest. His arms are banded loosely around you; the bartender is purring softly, his tail wrapped around your thigh where they’re stretched out beside his. A soft series of oinks catch your attention, banishing some of the sleep-induced confusion clinging to your brain. “Angel?”

The spider straightens from where he’s pulling off his boots, giving you a small smile over his shoulder before he turns back and bends down to dote quietly on Fat Nuggets. You smile softly as you listen to the piglet’s happy snuffling before he trots back to the pile of cushions that you’d arranged in the corner for the nights Angel is stuck late at the studio.

Angel climbs into the bed behind you, a cool rush of air making you shiver as he lifts the blankets to slip beneath them with you and Husk. “Hey, sugar. Miss me?”

“Always,” you murmur, smiling as Angel slips his arm around your middle, pressing himself up against your back. He slides another arm over to touch Husk’s hip, carding his fingers into the fur there. The bartender’s purrs double as though he can sense that his other partner has finally joined the two of you. “Is it a talk about it night?”

Angel shrugs, burying his face against your hair. The soft expanse of silky fur against your back tells you Angel has stripped down to his underwear – apparently too wiped to bother with his pyjamas – and you settle yourself back against Husk’s chest. “Did ya wear him out?”

You breathe a quiet laugh, stretching up to press a kiss to the underside of Husk’s jaw. He shifts slightly, his nose twitching. Husk turns his head to bury his face against the top of your head, and Angel smooths his hand down over the cat demon’s thigh. You feel the spider shift his face against your hair, and you can picture the way he’s bringing his nose up to brush against Husk’s.

“We were waiting for you.”

Angel coos playfully, releasing your waist to tuck hair away from your neck. “Aww, toots, ain’t you sweet?”

You can’t help but giggle as he gives your neck a teasing, biting kiss, raising your shoulder in hopes of warding him away. Angel echoes the sound, his laughter doubling as his runs a hand up to tickle against your side and you elbow him in retaliation.

“You two mind?” Husk’s sleep-rough tenor sounds in the near-dark, a red wine chord to match the bloody light staining the far wall from between the curtains. “Some of us are tryin’ to sleep.”

“Aw, Huskie, you’re up!” Angel grins, swinging a long, long leg over you and bringing himself up to straddle the bartender’s waist. The cat rolls his eyes in tired amusement, one hand coming up to smooth up over Angel’s thigh, claws dishevelling the fur. His other paw catches hold of your hand and squeezes it. Husk presses a kiss to your forehead, and while his purr has diminished now that he’s awake, you can still hear the softest of trills beneath his words.

“I am now.”

“Our girl here said you held out for me all night,” Angel tells him, running all four of his hands through Husk’s chest fluff. “Is that true?”

“Maybe I was jus’ tired.” Husk suggests, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth.

“Well, now I’m offended,” you joke, and Husk hums sympathetically, turning his head to bring his mouth to yours. You smile into his kiss, tongue meeting his and enjoying the way he moans quietly into your mouth as Angel’s hands travel over his body. His upper hands tease at the cat’s chest and ear, the lower two scratching their nails down over his hipbones.

“Mmm…” you hum happily as Husk withdraws. “Forgiven.”

“’ppreciate it, doll.”

“Don’t let him off that easy, sugar,” Angel tells you, bending down to take Husk’s lips for himself. You watch them kiss, the way Angel arches his back and Husk leans up into the embrace making butterflies swirl in your stomach. The spider grinds down over Husk’s lap, and the other man groans into his mouth. “You won’t believe what kitty here’ll do if he thinks ya mad at him.”

“Don’t give her ideas,” Husk retorts playfully. “Don’t need the two o’ you teamin’ up on… Christ…”

Husk lets his head fall back as Angel manages to push his briefs down and wrap a delicate hand around Husk’s cock. He pumps it slowly, letting his thumb tease over the head of it with each stroke of his fist. Angel raises his hips over Husk’s, grinding his ass down against him as his hand reached the base of his cock and squeezes.

“Oh, fuck…” Husk’s paw tightens around your hand, and you roll onto your stomach to press yourself into his side. You kiss up along his throat, lingering at the corner of his jaw. “Fuuuck, baby…”

“Which one?” you murmur with a grin, leaning up to dust kisses over his cheek and muzzle. “Careful how you answer: you don’t want to offend anyone.”

Angel snickers, following your lead and bending down to press kisses over Husk’s neck. He continues lower, sliding down the other demon’s body to mark it with soft bites that leave damp marks alone his fur. “That’s more like it, toots.” he smirks, teasing warm breath over Husk’s twitching, stone-hard cock.

“You two are gonna be the second fuckin’ death of—”

Husk moans, throaty and loud, as Angel takes him deep into his mouth.

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Watching the two of them move together is like poetry; the way Angel arches his back when Husk thrusts up to meet him, the way Husk’s large hands encircle the spider’s slender hips. Whenever you pull away from Husk’s mouth to catch your breath, you find yourself distracted by the way they look together, the soft, high-pitched little ‘ah, ah, ah’s’, Angel lets out each time he sinks back down on Husk’s cock.

Husk’s mouth teases over your neck dazedly, the rough line of his tongue making you shiver. He kisses your throat, your jaw, the shell of your ear… teeth grazing over your skin wonderfully. Angel’s holding your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. Two more of his hands are braced against Husk’s chest, the fourth playing with the fur over his hipbone.

“He’s so pretty,” you murmur admiringly as you watch Angel ride your partner, squeezing his hand affectionately.

Husk nods into your throat, breath warm against your sensitive flesh. “Both…”

“How’s he feel, Husk?” you ask quietly. “Tell me how he feels.”

Husk groans brokenly as Angel rolls his hips pointedly over his; the porn star smirks down at the two of you at his reaction. A purr rumbles through Husk’s chest, his hand finding your breast. He squeezes it, teasing your nipple with his thumb. Your breath catches at the sudden sensation. “Fuckin’ good…”

“Is that all?” Angel’s sarcasm is ruined by the way his voice shakes, and when Husk wraps his other hand around Angel’s cock, the spider moans. “Fuck, Husk…”

Husk is shaking, his tail thrashing against the sheets. You bring his mouth back to yours, kissing him in a long, languid embrace. “It’s okay, baby,” you promise him quietly, speaking against his lips. “You don’t have to hold out for me.”

“Doll…”

“Look at Angel,” you tell him. The other sinner is riding him at a disjointed, eager pace, his head falling back and his mouth open in near-silent moans. His eyes roll back when you reach up to scratch your nails through the fur of his inner thigh. “He’s so close, Husk…”

“Christ…”

“You feel so good inside him, baby,” you continue, raising your voice just enough for Angel to catch your words. “He wants to feel you cum inside, feel you fill him up…”

Angel moans, nodding desperately. “Please, Huskie…”

“Cum for us, Husk,” you urge him, and Husk whines as your breath tickles against his ear. It flicks automatically, his hips rising off the mattress to fuck himself deeper into Angel’s tight hole. “Come on, baby, let go. We want you to… I want to hear how good you two sound when you cum.”

Angel’s still pleading, repeating ‘please’ over and over again as he hunches forward, his body shuddering as he sits on the knife’s edge of an orgasm. His voice is high-pitched and reedy, his eyes heavily-lidded as he watches the two of you. “God, fuck, Husk, please… I wanna… fuuuuck…”

You kiss Husk’s muzzle, press another to the base of his ear. “Cum for us, Husk.”

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day five of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: lingerie (husk x reader)

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Husk will love you in anything – he’ll find it just as arousing seeing you in an old t-shirt and sweats as he would seeing you wrapped in a robe. You being comfortable with him in an intimate setting is one of the best turn-ons for him. But those days where you decide to dress up for him, God, he loves it. He loves the feeling of lace under his claws, loves the way the straps that criss-cross your skin highlight your curves, the swell of your breasts. Stockings or a thigh garter so he can see the way your flesh bulges slightly around the band… he’s going to worship you.

“Oh, sweetness…” he breathes into your stomach, his lips brushing against the waistband of your underwear. He lets his teeth catch on it for a second, and the way his breath tickles against your skin makes you shudder. He’d lowered himself to his knees in front of you when you’d undressed, his arms wrapping around your legs so he can smooth his paws up over the back of your thighs. “Fuck, you’re like a wet dream…”

“Husk,” you whimper as he drags his nose down over your hipbone, his hand coming up to claim your ass. He groans when he realizes you’re wearing a thong, his paws sliding over bare flesh. His claws hook under the thin line of fabric that does cover you, the sharp point making you whine at the possibilities it brings up in your mind. “Husk…”

He presses his forehead against your stomach, inhales the scent of you, a low growl sounding in the back of his throat. “You spoil me so nice, baby…”

You giggle quietly, reaching down to rub your fingers through the fur between his ears. A purr rolls through him and he leans into the touch. You gasp as he suddenly presses his nose up between your thighs, his tongue sliding against your lace-covered clit. “Oh, shit, Husk…”

He chuckles into your flesh, turning his head to press a teasing, open-mouthed kiss against the soft flesh of your thigh. When he leans back to meet your eye, his pupils are blown wide, the gold of his irises barely more than a thin ring. “I wanna show you just how much I appreciate the effort, doll.”

“Well, what kind of idiot would I be if I said—” you break off with an excited laugh as Husk wraps his arms around your thighs again and lifts you. You grab hold of his shoulders and he leans forward, lowering you playfully to the floor. He braces himself over you, his wings stretching out above you. He grins as he brings his mouth down to yours, and you return the smile keenly, winding your arms around his neck as his mouth meets yours.

Husk kisses you deep, pressing a thigh up between your legs. You moan as he takes hold of your hip and urges you to grind up against the lean muscle. He teases you there for a moment, smirking at the way you gasp and whimper, burying his face in the side of your neck.

Husk slides down your body, ever so slowly marking his appreciation of your outfit out on your body. He nips at your shoulder, catching your bra strap between his fangs and snapping it against your skin. You bury your fingers in the fur behind his ears, rubbing at his scalp as he continues down over the swell of your breasts. He kisses along the edge of your bra, lingering at your sternum before moving to tease your nipple through the lace with his tongue.

You moan, arching up under his mouth, your nipple hard under the thin, sodden fabric. Husk pulls back to admire the mark he's left on the lace before moving to repeat the attention on your other breast. His claws ghost up over your waist to tickle your ribs before moving back down to your hips again.

They find the thin line of elastic holding your underwear in place. He toys with it before lifting your hips so he can bring both hands beneath you to clutch at your ass.

Husk lingers at your stomach, cold nose tracing a line down your middle and circling your navel before he finally brings his mouth down to your cunt.

"Oh, fuck, darlin'," he mutters reverently, eyes squeezing closed. The underwear you'd chosen were crotchless, and Husk presses his nose up between your thighs and inhales deeply. "Oh, you're killing me..."

"Should I apologize?" you ask breathlessly, lifting a leg and hooking it over his shoulder.

Husk chuckles, turning his head to press a kiss to the band of your stockings before bringing his mouth back to your cunt. "Never."

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day three of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober:

mirror sex/body worship (husk x reader)

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“Look how gorgeous you are,” Husk murmurs against the side of your neck, his warm breath tickling against the damp tracks his nose has left against your skin as he inhales the scent of you. You whimper, brow furrowed as you concentrate on the feeling of his hands smoothing up over your waist, of his cock sliding up into you. Husk tuts quietly in your ear and you feel him shake his head.

“No, no… c’mon, sweetness.” he urges. “Eyes open for me.”

You swallow, blinking them open slowly.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos softly, hands trailing down to take hold of your hips. “Now, look.”

You force yourself to focus on the mirror on the other side of the room, tilted to lean against the wall. It reflects back the image of you set on Husk’s lap, your thighs spread over his, your bare chest heaving slightly with steadying breaths. You’ve been stripped of your clothes, soft flesh a stark contrast to the fur pressed up against you. Husk’s claws are spread over your hips, digging lightly into the skin. And your eyes are drawn between your thighs, and you flush as your gaze lingers on where your cunt is spread open around the thick line of his cock.

“Ain’t that jus’ the prettiest thing?” Husk asks as he follows your gaze, his lips grazing over the spot where your heartbeat thrums in your throat. “Look at how good you look takin’ me in.”

He lifts you, watching over your shoulder as he lowers you back onto his cock. You watch each barb slip into you, feel the way they tug and tease at your entrance as he slowly, achingly brings you back down onto his lap until he bottoms out inside you.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he groans quietly, dusting kisses over your shoulder, your neck. He watches you through dark gold eyes, growling gently as your cunt flexes around him. His hands move, smoothing down over your thighs, soothing the soft ache in them from being spread so wide over his lap. Goosebumps rise under his touch. His wings flex behind him, feathers brushing against your arms and making you shiver. “So perfect…”

You duck your head, a frown tugging instinctively at your lips. “I’m not…”

“Hey,” Husk admonishes, touching a claw to your chin and turning your face towards him. He brings his mouth to yours, kissing you slowly and deliciously deep. You moan lightly into it as he urges your hips to grind against his lap, the barbs of his cock sending sparks up into the small of your back. When he pulls away, he presses a kiss to your cheek, your forehead, before turning your attention back to the mirror. “You are, baby. Look at you.”

“I am…” you say softly, and Husk shakes his head, letting his lips linger against your shoulder for a moment. “Husk…”

“You’re beautiful,” he insists, his voice rough with what you recognise as barely contained lust. He’s holding back on truly fucking you, determined to get you to see what he does. “Look at this…”

Husk slides his claws up over your hips and along your waist, bringing them around the curves of your stomach. You flush under the touch; uncomfortable with the attention to your belly. He squeezes the flesh gently, sharp teeth teasing the shell of your ear. “Look at this soft, soft skin… always feels so good, always so plush. Fuckin’ obsessed with it.”

Your breath catches as his tail flicks up over your knee to tease along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Husk’s paws move higher, cupping your breasts and squeezing them gently. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples, framing the hardened buds between his claws.

“Look how gorgeous these are,” he mutters, kissing the spot below your ear that makes you tighten around him. Husk groans into your throat at the feeling of it. “Look how pretty they look like this, look at the way you—” he smiles as your back arches when he pinches your nipples. “Do that when I touch you. Fuckin’ poetry.”

You flush deeply, bracing your hands against his thighs so you can roll your hips over his lap. Husk grins wrapping an arm possessively around your waist. His other hand dips down between your thighs, gently framing his cock with two claws for a moment before bringing his touch up to your clit. You watch him roll it slowly under his fingers, and you turn your head, tucking your face up against his neck as your breathing turns ragged.

“Most beautiful thing… I’ve, fuck… I’veever seen…” Husk groans, rocking his hips up into yours. “Fuck, I love you…”

Reaching your arm back and wrapping it around his neck, you pull him into another kiss. Husk pulls back just before you can bring his lips to yours, bumping his nose affectionately against yours.

“Tell me you believe me, baby,” Husk murmurs, voice low and rough. “Tell me you believe me and I’ll show you just how good your body feels…”

You whine, nodding almost frantically before you kiss him deeply, fingers curling in his fur. Husk purrs into the embrace, the rumbling vibration pressed into your back. “Love you, Husk.”

He smiles against your lips, fingers quickening teasingly against your clit. “Love you, doll.”

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repost-account-yall · 3 days ago

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For your prompt list, could you do both number 35 and number 40 for husk

-Em

i'm only doing one prompt per fic, so here's...

prompt #35: a kiss against a wall

“Baby, I’ve gotta get back to the bar,” Husk insists half-heartedly, a smile playing over his muzzle as you drag him by his wrist into the alcove that leads to the Hotel’s kitchens. “If I ain’t there to pour, Cherri’s gonna help herself to everything behind the counter. Again.”

“In a minute,” you insist with a grin, tugging him close as you turn and press your back against the wall, out of sight of the others in the lobby. Husk chuckles as he lets you, hands taking your waist automatically as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I missed you.”

“You’ve been gone…” Husk breaks off as you kiss him, one paw slipping around to the small of your back. “…two hours.”

“Far too long.” you say with a smile, kissing him again. “Didn’t you miss me?”

“’Course I did,” Husk says bumping his nose against your jaw. Despite his protests a soft purr rumbles through him, his tail waving behind him. He brushes hair behind you ear and he brings him mouth back to yours, his kiss slow and deep and affectionate. His tongue teases at your bottom lip for a moment and you part your lips with a soft, happy whimper, tightening your arms around him. Husk groans lightly into the embrace as you slide your fingers through the fur between his ears. Your nails scratch at the base of one and Husk leans eagerly into you, his hand cupping the side of your throat.

You can hear the others in the next room, and the idea that they could find the two of you at any moment makes the excitement burning inside all the more intoxicating. The way Husk presses you hard against the wall makes every part of you tingle, and when he presses his thigh up between your legs you have to choke back a moan.

“Fuck, Husk…”

“Shhh, doll…” he hushes you gently with a smirk, clearly enjoying the reversal in control between you. He slides a paw down over your hip to clutch at your thigh, lifting it and hooking it up against his waist. “You wanna get caught?”

“Maybe,” you tease, hooking your finger under his bowtie and drawing him in again. You bump your nose against his with a smile, and he chuckles quietly. “Would that be so bad?”

“Depends,” he brushes his lips against your cheek, your chin, your mouth. The rough barbs of his tongue tickle at the corner of your jaw, and his smirk widens as you giggle, raising your shoulder to ward him off. “You still get turned on sneakin’ around like this?”

You feign an offended gasp. “Me? Turned on by the idea of being caught? Me?”

Husk snickers, shaking his head before he kisses you again. You laugh into it, the sound muffled and echoed by him as you run your fingers through the fur of his stomach. You feel him shudder, but his paw catches your wrist as you play with the button of his pants.

“Ah, ah, ah…” he admonishes, unable to hide his smile. “I meant it about gettin’ back to the bar, doll.”

You pout, leaning back against the wall petulantly. “Spoilsport.”

Husk’s smile widens, and he leans up to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you, baby.”

“Ooh… promise?”

Husk plays with your hair for a moment, letting his hand graze down over your collarbone for a moment as he draws it away again. “Promise.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

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part three of the distraction series. (part one) (part two)

overlord!husk x fem!reader. following a disappointing game, your overlord needs help to take his mind off of it. you, of course, are more than willing to oblige him. after all, how could a pet possibly refuse her master? 1.4k

featuring: oral sex (husk receiving), dom/sub relationship, smoking, drinking, pet names like 'daddy' and 'good girl'. reader is afab and fem presenting.

The last of the players clear out well into the early hours of the morning, loud voices and raucous cheers for more booze, more women, lingering in the room for a few moments after the door had closed behind them like so much ether. Your Overlord remains seated, sunk deep into the plush of his chair, the custom curves of it cradling his wings comfortably. The smoke of his cigar is exhaled in a long, slow plume towards the ceiling as he tilts his head back, eyes closed. You tuck your hands together in front of yourself, teeth catching the inside of your bottom lip.

It wasn’t often that the Gambling Overlord lost. And true, this wasn’t a real loss; he’d still come out on top. But he hadn’t gotten what he wanted out of the night, and it had soured his mood.

The Overlord knocks back the rest of his drink, the two claws he holds his cigar between tapping against the arm of his chair. They catch slightly in the fabric, and you make note to have the housekeepers take care of it. The half-gone ice cube rattles against the glass as he lowers it again, and you reach immediately for the Wrath Ring Whiskey he’s been favouring the last few nights. You have it uncapped and have crossed the floor to his side before he can turn his attention pointedly towards you.

Husk’s eyes flick up to your face as you pour his drink, the hint of a soft smirk flickering over his features for a second at your attention. He lets his gaze linger, trailing it lower to follow the line of your sternum, the swell of your breasts. You’re wearing a dress tonight – managing to somehow manage to still look professional and demure, and downright sinful without your usual buttoned blouse and skirt. The top of it hugs your chest in a way that makes his pupils dilate, and that smirk reappears at the ever-presence of those fucking whorish stockings you wear.

“Doll.”

You straighten, holding the bottle against your stomach. Husk brings his cigar back to his mouth, holding your gaze as he inhales slow, exhales. The scent of it teases at your senses, floods them, as the smoke curls around you, and while you always hated the scent of cigarettes while you were alive, now the smell of it sets excitement tightening in your belly.

Your lips part, but you can’t find anything to say.

“On your knees for me.”

The husky cadence of your master’s voice makes you shudder, and you set the bottle on the table, the heavy glass making a dull thunk against the velveted surface. You take the skirt of your dress in your hands, fingers curling in the fabric to lift it a few inches so it won’t catch under your knees as you kneel in front of him.

And fuck every damn ring in hell if it ain’t somehow one of the most erotic things Husk has ever seen.

Husk reaches down to catch your chin between two fingers, tilting your face up to him, more gently than the brusque way he’d intended. Your lips part at the touch, the tip of your tongue darting out to wet them. He feels himself harden at the sight of it, and he brings his glass down to you, smirking as your lips part further in immediate, silent obedience. He tilts it carefully, pouring a mouthful down over your tongue.

You swallow, determined to keep your reaction to the liquid fire he’s just poured down your throat off your face. You exhale the burn slowly, and the Overlord smirks as he pulls the glass away again. “Good girl.”

Oh, God, how you’ve missed hearing that. You can feel yourself beginning to flush under the golden glow of his gaze, kneeling before him as though in subjugation, in worship. And, when you consider the way you’re still spending every moment alone with him hoping for exactly this… maybe you are.

“You know what I want from you, don’t you, pet?”

You nod, eyes wide. You’re sure he can see the desire you can feel deep between your thighs reflected in them.

Husk’s smile widens, and he takes another drag from his cigar. He exhales through his nose, the smoke curling slowly around his face, making your head swim. The register of his voice lowers into something almost hypnotic, smooth and velvet and so deliciously dark.

“Then be a good girl for daddy.”

You’re reaching for him as soon as the words are out of his mouth, and Husk breathes a pleased chuckle at your eagerness. You run your fingers up over his thighs, massaging into the muscle lightly. The Overlord growls lightly as your fingertips graze the firm line of his erection, his eyes closing for a moment as you squeeze him through his pants. You stroke him like that for a moment, listening to the way his breathing grows slow and deep. He’s thicker than you remember, and you squeeze your thighs together as you unfasten his pants and slip your hand around him.

Husk exhales a sigh at the first touch of your hand to his naked cock, his tongue curling over the side of his muzzle for a moment as you begin to stroke him. The barbs lining the length of him tickle against your palm as they rise under your attention, and you suddenly almost ache with the idea of how they could feel inside you.

You’d only barely gotten a taste of him the last time he’d asked you to play with him, and you lick your lips as the first bead of precum leaks from the tip of his cock.

“You better not be teasin’ me,” he warns, breaking off in a low moan as you lean forward and take him into your mouth. “Ohhh, doll…”

You take him in greedily, keeping your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezing as the head of it meets the back of your throat. A rumble sounds in the back of Husk’s throat as you suck up the length of him slowly, tracing along the underside of his cock with your tongue. The barbs drag along it in a way that almost itches but you don’t care, and when you roll your tongue around the tip he groans.

“That’s it, baby…” he drawls, and you watch from under his lashes as he takes a mouthful of whiskey and tips his head back as you suck him. You do it slowly, savouring the way he swells against your tongue, the soft ache in your jaw from the way he fills your mouth. Rolling your tongue against him each time you take him back in, you feel the barbs growing more rigid with every bob of your head. “That’s it, fuck…”

God, when he calls you ‘baby’…

He shifts forward slightly and you hear him set his glass on the table, feel your Overlord run his hand through your hair. He curls his claws into the locks at the back of your head, urging you forward. You deepthroat him obediently, gagging loudly as the head of his cock meets the back of your throat. You force yourself to linger, swallowing around him. He growls, claws tightening, the sharp points grazing your scalp.

Husk thrusts his hips up and you choke, pulling back with a gasp. Drool hangs from your lips, marking your chin and trailing to his cock.

“Ain’t you jus’ the prettiest thing?” The Overlord asks in a rough voice, his hand releasing your hair so he can cup your cheek. You turn your head, press a kiss into the heart-shaped pad of his palm. Husk’s ears flick upward in surprise at the sudden tenderness of it.

He swallows, but then your mouth is on his dick again before he can formulate a reaction.

Your hands bunch in the front of his pants as you suckle at the tip, tightening in the fur underneath as you take him in again. Husk thrusts up to meet your mouth, claws clenching in the arm of the chair, in your hair again. The feeling of it sends thrills through you, makes a shiver run down your back, and the way the Overlord moans when you hollow your cheeks and suck makes your eyes roll back behind the lids.

You open them to watch his chest rise and fall with disjointed breath, watch his eyes heavy-lidded and pupils blown wide stare back down at you. When Husk cums its deep into the back of your throat, and he holds you in place, fucking himself up into your mouth until he’s spent.

He strokes your cheek afterwards, streaking the teara staining it across yiur cheekbone. You're still coughing, chest heaving and mouth full of cum, when he leans down and, despite himself, brushes his lips against your forehead. “Good girl.”

Tagging @irkimatsu @monstrousvoice and @mckeeks as requested for this series :)

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part two of what I'm now calling the distraction series. (part one).

overlord!husk x fem!reader. husk thought if he could just taste you, his pretty little pet and personal assistant, he could get you out of his system. instead, he finds himself craving another session between your thighs. this time, he knows it will be enough for him to get over you and get his mind back on track. 2.5k

featuring: smoking, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, husk calls reader a 'good girl'. reader is afab and fem presenting.

He can’t fucking forget the taste of you.

The gambling Overlord swallows down the familiar, honeyed burn of top shelf whiskey, eyes closing for a moment as he sighs. He though finally burying his face in your sweet little cunt would stop the never-ending thoughts of you and your thighs wrapped up in those sinful little stockings of yours.

But now, instead of the vague watercolors of desire his mind had painted before, he’s haunted by how you tasted, the way your voice had sounded as you’d moaned above him, all throaty and pitched. How your whole body had shuddered as you’d cum against his tongue.

And here you are, the dutiful assistant, working away as though he hadn’t tasted the rich ambrosia that comes from your cunt. And you’re still wearing a tight little skirt and those pretty little stockings. Only now the dark nylon has a cute little seam running down the back of your thighs as though marking a direct path for his mouth. You’re setting up the chips for tonight’s private game, and all he can think of is fucking you with his tongue.

Cigar smoke streams from his nose as he exhales, and he sets the half-gone stogie in the ashtray beside him. His golden eyes follow the curve of your waist, the swell of your breasts when they peek out from your shirt as you set his share of chips in front of him. His eyes catch the hint of black and red lace, and his cock stirs as he wonders if it matches the lace wrapped around your thighs.

“Doll.” his voice comes smooth, and it’s softer than he intended.

Still, you look up immediately, and he takes pleasure in the way you flush when you meet his eye. You’d let the professional façade slip a few times since he’d had you on that armchair in his private quarters, but he didn’t see it as often as he would like.

A sudden pang of what someone else might unwisely call possessiveness tightens through his chest – he needs to know he’s affected you just as much as you have him. He finishes his drink, eyes still holding yours.

“On the table.”

Your eyes widen, heat flooding through you immediately at the cadence of his voice, at what he’s telling you to do. Your master hasn’t once addressed what he’d asked you to do in his penthouse since it happened, and you’d forced yourself to dutifully do the same. You know you’re not the only one of his owned souls that he’s brought to his private rooms, you probably weren’t even the only one that week. But that doesn’t stop your mind from reminding you of the experience every time you look at him. Or every time you slip your hand down between your thighs.

Just as before, Husk doesn’t repeat the instruction; he just watches you with those warm, golden eyes as you swallow back the nerves that suddenly bloom within you. You could say no – you’re somehow sure that even despite him owning your soul that he wouldn’t push you – but a smirk tilts his lips as he watches you and you nod slowly.

“Y-yes, sir.”

He pats the edge of the table in front of him. “Hands and knees.”

You nod again, placing the toe of you shoe on the edge of his seat so you can step up into a kneel on the table. Husk hums his approval as you do, the rolling baritone enough to set a shiver into the middle of your back. His claws just skim over your thigh as you pass him, catching briefly on your stockings before you set yourself on the felt in front of him. You feel exposed and vulnerable, and you exhale a shuddering breath, closing your eyes.

Your Overlord hums his approval but doesn’t move, and butterflies twist and scatter in your belly with anticipation. His chair shifts, he pulls it closer to the table, and you feel rather than see his hand move towards you.

Instead of touching you, however, you realize he picks up his cigar as you feel his breath blow a warm stream over the back of your thighs, the spicy, bitter scent of the smoke teasing at your senses. A whimper slips out of you, unbidden.

“You’ve been teasing me.”

He doesn’t say it as a question or an accusation, doesn’t say it in a way that asks for an explanation or an apology.

“…Sir?”

“You’re still a distraction,” he continues, his voice a rumble of whiskey and promised sin. “And I’m wonderin’, doll, if you’re doin’ it on purpose.”

The felt is rough under your palms and your knees ache against the firm edge of the table. Your instinct is to turn and to meet his eye as you defend yourself, but something… his voice or your willingness, your need to obey? keeps you from doing so. Instead, you train your eyes on the opposite wall, swallow back your nerves.

“I wouldn’t—”

“No?” he asks, and you can picture the disbelieving arch of his brow. “You mean you don’t wear these for me?”

He trails his claws up over your calves and up along the back of your thighs, tracing the pin-up style line of your stockings. They slow, setting a glacial, teasing pace up to the hem of your skirt.

“You don’t wear these hopin’ that I’ll notice?”

“I—”

Husk’s paws curl around the hem of your skirt, tugging it slowly upward. You can’t help but shiver as he lifts it, the tight fabric sliding up towards the curve of your ass, revealing the suspenders you have holding this pair of stockings in place. His breath teases over your thighs, sending goosebumps up over your skin. “You don’t wear this tight little skirt… for me?”

He stops with the fabric bunched so that he can see just the barest sliver of your underwear, and he smirks, pupils blown wide as he finds bright red covering you instead of the expected black. He swallows, the sudden burn of sharper arousal making him ache, and he sets his cigar aside to instead palm his burgeoning erection through his pants.

“I expect an answer, pet.” he tells you firmly, and the rough edge to his voice is such a turn on that you answer automatically, too quickly to consider whether its smart to tell him the truth.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he hums approvingly, and those two words make your breath catch. How many times had you thought about the way he said just that since the last time he’d had you like this? “Now, how about these…”

He pushes the skirt up higher, sighing happily as he reveals your underwear fully – scarlet lace covers your cunt, the back of your underwear barely more than a thong, hugging the curves of your ass while leaving most of it exposed to his hungry, possessive gaze. “…sinful fucking panties. D’you wear these for me? D’you wrap yourself up all neat and tidy in these pretty little panties in the hopes I’ll see ‘em?”

“Sir…” you breathe, biting your lip.

He hooks a claw almost idly under the edge of your underwear, sliding it ever so slowly down towards your sex, watching the red lace slide over the sharp edge of it. “Or is my pet wearin’ this for someone else, hm?”

You shake your head hurriedly, breathing growing more and more unsteady with every inch his claw traveled. “Just you, sir. Only you.”

Husk’s smirk widens, using the claw he has hooked in your underwear to tug it down to your thighs. You whine as he slides the dull side of his claw between your legs, the sound making Husk’s ears flick forward. He watches with wide pupils and a switching, predatory tail as he touches your clit and your thighs tremble.

“Already so wet for me, pet.” He murmurs, almost to himself, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal. It takes more than he’d admit for the Overlord not to just bury his face between your legs… but he wants to savor this. Savor you. “So eager… you’ve been hopin’ daddy would do this again.”

A breathy, quiet moan slips past your lips as you answer. “Yes, sir.”

“So…” he presses a kiss to one of your thighs, above the lace of the band of your stockings, just beside the suspender holding it up. “What do we do…” he kisses your other thigh. “When we want something?”

Fuck, you feel like you’re on fire. Every inch of you is screaming for his touch, and the way he’s ghosting his claw over your clit is barely a whisper against it. You need more.

“Please, sir…”

“Ohh…” Husk breathes appreciatively, sliding his paws up your thighs. He grips your ass, kneading into the muscle firmly enough that his claws prick your flesh. Between that and the rough cadence of his voice, you’re helpless against him. “Don’t you sound so pretty when you say ‘please’…”

You moan throatily as Husk finally brings his mouth to your cunt, spreading your labia with his cold nose and inhaling deeply. Your eyes roll back at the first touch of his tongue to your clit, your teeth digging so hard into your bottom lip that you taste cooper.

Nothing compares to the rough texture of his tongue… the memory of it had been driving you insane, burning through your mind most nights since you’d last felt it between your legs.

Husk feasts on you, high on the taste of your sweet, addictive cunt. He groans into your pussy, the sound melting into a steady, rumbling purr that makes you shiver and whine as it vibrates through you. his paws give your ass another squeeze before he wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly in place as you buck against his mouth.

Fuck, he needed this. Needed you.

And maybe some more sober part of him would remind him sometime soon of the dangers of needing anyone like this beyond the hour or two he spends with him… but he was never particularly good at sober. And right now… right now, he was completely lost on the way you taste and the way you grind back against his tongue.

“Good girl…” he mutters into your soaking flesh, one hand slipping around to tease your clit. He smirks in satisfaction as you buck under his touch, your head falling forward, eyes unfocused on the felt. His mouth moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses over the insides of your thighs, and you gasp as he nips at the sensitive flesh, leaving possessive marks on your skin. “Look so pretty in red…”

His mouth returns to your cunt and he presses his tongue into you, desperate to taste every drop of the ambrosia you’re dripping onto his muzzle. He fucks you with his tongue roughly, growling into you as he urges you into thrusting back into his face. You moan loud enough that your throat aches with the sound. Any part of you that may worry you’ll be heard by the other staff in the hall is too busy with the feeling of Husk’s mouth between your legs to care.

You cum suddenly when he pinches your clit, and Husk echoes your moan as you soak his muzzle.

“Fuck, pet…” he laps at your quivering hole, the barbs of his tongue making your arms shake so much they threaten to give out beneath you. “Such a perfect little slut for daddy…”

Your shuddering as his tongue meets your clit again, and Husk wraps his hand around his hard, aching cock, coating the length of it in your cum. The feeling of it conjures thoughts of you in his lap of bent over his bed, that tight furnace of a pussy wrapped around his cock.

He strokes it with a steady hand, forehead bumping against the curve of your ass as he catches his breath. “Tell me, doll… how does it feel?”

“So good, sir…” you whine, body jerking forward as he runs his tongue over your clit again. “Oh… fuck, it feels so good. You feel so good… so nice to me, sir. Thank you.”

Husk moans, and you feel him shudder.

“Thank you,” you repeat breathlessly, body seizing with another orgasm. You fall forward, his claws digging into your hip holding your up on your knees even as your forehead grazes the felt. “Oh, thank you, daddy, thank you…”

“God… shit…” Husk groans pulling away from you. “On your knees for me, pet.”

Your body is still jerking with sensation as you do as he asks on shaking legs. Clambering awkwardly off of the table and almost collapsing onto your knees in front of him. Your hands find his thighs automatically for balance, and Husk growls, low in his throat.

His eyes are glazed and still burning with hunger for release as he looks down at you, his paw quickening around his cock. “Fuckin’… look at you…”

You open your mouth automatically, tongue slipping over your swollen bottom lip, and he curses under his breath. Your fingers smooth over his thighs, and you feel his tail against your ass, still bared with your skirt pushed up around your waist. Hooked on the sound of his heavy breathing, on the way he’s looking at you, you move instinctively, and Husk moans as your tongue touches the head of his cock, eyes rolling back.

He cums on your face and in your mouth, marking your pretty lips and cheeks with his seed. You whimper at the taste of him and Husk continues to pump his cock until it begins to soften in his hand.

He grins lazily, approvingly, as you lick your lips and swallow, his claws coming up to briefly push hair away from your face, better showing off the mess he’s made of you.

Then, he reaches into the inside of his jacket, pulling a fresh cigar out of the inner pocket. He cuts the end with a couple of claws, raising an eyebrow at you expectantly as he sets it between his teeth. You scrabble for your matchbook, and Husk hums his amused approval as you pull it out from where it was tucked into the band of your stockings. He leans down as you rise up on your knees, bringing his face down to yours as you strike a match and hold it to the end of the cigar.

The smoke he exhales makes your eyelashes flutter as it curls around your face, and he watches through heavily-lidded eyes as you tuck the matchbook away again. His claws grip the arm of the chair as you do just as you had last time, tucking his softening cock back into his pants and refastening them.

“That’s my good pet,” he praises, and you smile, feeling his cum against your cheeks as they move. “How long ‘til my guests arrive?”

You glance at the clock behind him and flush. Your voice is hoarse, bedroom-lilted. “They sh-should be here in ten minutes, sir.”

He grins, lascivious. “Best clean yourself up then, pet. Can’t have the other players seein’ just how much of a mess you are, can we?”

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husk x afab!reader. you're a kept pet in the casino, making your way as husk's personal assistant. you've got a good working relationship, but unfortunately he's finding it harder and harder to concentrate around you. the solution is simple if he doesn't want to send you away: he needs to fuck you and those sexy little stockings of yours out of his system. 1.8k

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He doesn’t know how much more he can take of this.

Husk has been distracted. For days now. And an Overlord distracted, in or out of a gamble… it’s far too dangerous for Husk to let it keep happening. He knows better, he really does. And he’s usually far better at keeping control of any given situation. So, why can’t he stop watching you?

It’s not his fault… it’s yours.

Yours, and those fucking stockings you’re wearing.

You’ve been his personal assistant for the last six months – an owned soul tied to his casino and earning your keep running his day-to-day business. Most of the staff here are owned by him, and they ensure that they don’t end up among the chips on the table by doing a good job. And really, he’s had no complaints about you – you’ve done your job well, even seemed to enjoy it. But still, every damn day you’ve come dressed in a short skirt and a button-down and those motherfucking stockings. They shouldn’t be so distracting… nothing about your clothing is overly sinful, especially by Hell’s standards. Occasionally he’ll see a flash of cleavage as you bend over, a sliver of skin above the waistband of the skirt if it comes untucked… nothing more.

But the stockings… they always seem so professional, but when you sit down, he can see the hem of your skirt ride up on your thighs and the lace lining the top of them will be exposed. And despite the fact that Husker can confidently say that he’s just about seen and done it all since he’s arrived in Pentagram City, he hasn’t been able to stop fixating on you since he’s realized you wear thigh-highs.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself as he realizes he’s misplayed another hand, a low growl playing through the back of his throat. You’d just passed the table to set a drink in front of him, and his eyes had turned to that brief glimpse of the swell of your breasts as he’d caught the scent of your perfume. He tosses his cards on the table, tossing back his drink and slumping back in his chair.

He sits like that for a moment, claws circling the rim of the heavy crystal tumbler, his tail twitching back and forth. The other players have sensed the shift in his mood, and even the ones benefitting from his bad luck know better than to comment.

Husk stubs out his cigar in the nearest ashtray, turning his gaze towards you.

“Doll.”

You look up from where you’re standing obediently against the wall.

“I need a word.”

You nod, training your face into a well-practiced mask of professionalism despite your confusion at the sudden request. He stands, waving a hand towards the elevator to his penthouse, and you follow after him without a word. Husk doesn’t say anything until he has you upstairs, and every moment in the ride up has you burning with unspoken tension. You twist your hands together behind your back as your only outward show of nerves. It isn’t often that your Overlord is displeased with you, and even then, he’s never pulled himself away from the table to reprimand you. Hell, you’d started to think that he might even be growing fond of you, but perhaps that was wishful thinking. You were just a pet, after all.

Husk set himself down in a plush, velvet armchair the color of merlot, and you move automatically to the bar in the corner to fix him a drink. He takes it from you with a gruff hum, his claws brushing against your fingers. Husk nods, indicating for you to stand in front of him, and you do so immediately.

His tail is still twitching back and forth by his feet.

Husk watches you over the rim of his glass for a long moment, and something in his gaze makes your insides burn. You swallow, squeezing your thighs together. He notices, and embarrassment floods through you as his gaze drops to your skirt.

“You’re a distraction.”

You blink, surprised. “I’m… sorry, sir?”

He blinks, slowly, taking another sip of his drink. He sets the glass aside. “Do you like your job here, doll?”

“Yes,” you nod, and mean it. You like… spending time with him, even if only to fetch him a drink and manage his schedule with the other Overlords and potential new contracts. And as far as soul contracts go, you'd heard of much worse treatment.

“Good,” he tells you, holding out a paw. You hesitate, confused, before taking it, breath catching as he tugs you closer to him. Your knees are caged in by his own, your shins meeting the edge of the armchair. “I guess that means you’re not distractin’ me durin’ my business on purpose, hm?”

You shake your head. “I didn’t—”

“I didn’t think so,” he continues in that velvet voice of his. You can feel the power of it between your thighs, send a tickle down your spine. “Because you’re a good girl, aren’t you, doll?”

You nod, a soft whine slipping past your lips despite yourself.

Husk smiles, huffing a quiet, amused breath. “So, does that mean you’ll do something for me, pet?”

Swallowing, you nod again, just once. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he replies, shifting back against the chair more comfortably. “Then come here, and stand over me.”

The instruction stuns you for a moment, but he doesn’t repeat himself; he just arches a brow expectantly. You do as he asks, toeing off your shoes before letting him retake your hand and help you up onto the armchair. You stand with a foot on either side of him, flushing as you stand with his face set only a few inches lower than your crotch.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and your breath hitches as he runs his paws up over the back of your legs, sweeping them from ankle all the way up to your thighs. They settle there, squeezing at them. He watches the way your flesh bulges ever so slightly over the edge of the lace. “Now, lift up your skirt.”

Your hands shake as you do as he commands, eyes squeezing closed as you hear him hum his approval. You feel the cold shock of his nose brush against your inner thigh before his mouth is suddenly against your clothed cunt, and you moan, almost collapsing on top of him.

“Fuck…” he mutters, his tongue tasting you through your underwear. Even dulled by the fabric, the rough texture of it makes your eyes roll back, your hands curling into fists around the skirt you have bunched up by your sides.

Husk’s claws dig into your flesh, an arm banded around each thigh to hold you in place over him, his fangs tear at your panties and he tastes you in earnest, tongue lapping at your clit before dipping into your already dripping hole. He groans against you at the flavor of it, the threads of your stockings popping under his claws. You find yourself rocking your hips against his mouth, the alternating sensations of his cold nose and his rough tongue against your clit making you see stars.

“Fuck, sir,” you moan as you feel one hand move up to clutch at your ass beneath your skirt, and you’re rewarded for the sound by him sucking on your clit. “Fuck!”

“Taste so good,” his voice is muffled against your cunt, the heat of his breath teasing at the slick skin of your inner thighs, and your knees shake. He lets you lean them against his shoulders, and when you dare to curl your fingers in the fur by his ears Husk groans aloud, claws digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood. “Such a good girl for daddy.”

“God…” you whimper, and when he purrs your legs shake beneath you, threatening to collapse out from beneath you. “Please…”

“Hmm…” he sounds, pressing a biting kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above the lace of your stockings. “‘Please’ what, baby?”

“I need… I need…” you whine as he returns his mouth to your cunt, eyes rolling back. “Please can I…”

“Need to say it, pet.” he tells you, the claws on your ass rising further to untuck your shirt and stroke almost absently at the small of your back. It makes you shiver. It drops away then, and you hear the sound of a zipper lowering, the steady sound of his fist stroking at his cock.

“Need to hear you say it,” he continues after a moment, his voice more uneven than before as his own pleasure builds quickly now that he’s finally taken mercy on himself. “Ask your daddy for what you want.”

“Please can I cum, sir?” you choke out, and you swear you can feel him grin against your flesh. “Please, sir, I need…”

Your whole body seizes as you feel a vibration roll from his mouth up into your clit, his dusky voice now layered over the steady thrum of his purring. “Soon, baby… you’re doin’ so good for me. Don’ wanna disappoint me, do you?”

You shake your head, humming a ‘no’, and he rewards you with a deep, rumbling. “That’s my good pet.”

You can barely breathe by the time Husk finally gives you permission to cum, his tongue on your clit as your whole body curls forward above him. You clutch at the back of the chair behind him, white-knuckled, and when you thank him in a shaking, high-pitched whine he cums too, cursing as his head falls back and his hips rise off the cushion. You can feel the warm threads of his cum land on your calf, and the Overlord catches hold of your waist before you can collapse on top of him.

Husk helps you down from the chair onto shaky legs, and he exhales slowly, the mask of detached, professional Overlord returning. He picks up his abandoned drink, raising an eyebrow at you and nodding pointedly down towards his lap. Still, his voice is softer than he intends. “I’ve got a game to get back to, pet.”

You move forward obediently, color flooding your cheeks as you drop to a kneel in front of him and tuck his softening cock back into his pants. He groans lightly at your touch, tossing back the rest of his whiskey as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes.

He sets the glass aside without looking away, letting himself enjoy the view of you kneeling between his thighs. Your fingers linger against his zipper for a long moment before you remember to pull them away.

“Get yourself cleaned up, doll. You’ve got twenty minutes before you’re expected back downstairs.”

“Yes, sir.”

Husk watches you rise and pull your skirt back down over the lace of your stockings. His eyes never leave you as you do as he ordered and exit the room, and he heaves a long sigh once you’re gone. He closes his eyes tight, raising a hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose.

“…Fuck.”

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