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Gluttony’s Annual Winter Masquerade Ball

While Huskers go to colors would have been Red and Gold; he’s chosen the scheme of Silver and Blue in the Spirit of Winter. On his arm you’ll see the famous @poisonedspider in a matching, ever elegant little number he’s picked out. A power couple in the field of Gambling.

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The Addams Family (1991)

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I usually don’t repost like this, but @/veed_arts on insta ate with this!

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With the arrival of packages delivered by a select few Cannibals, Husker is pleased. There’s no one better to design and create such beautiful outfits as Franklin and Rosie's Emporium. Surely not entirely in their 1910s style, however Husker wouldn’t entrust such importance to anyone else.

He takes a few good moments to inspect everything. The fine details were perfect, surely they would catch some stares at this Winter Ball. And while Angel would look stunning in anything, he’s confident his choice in color and fabric will leave the spider speechless. — more or less.

With a wave of his claw the Cannibals take leave, and he takes it upon himself to deliver @poisonedspider outfit to his room. It’s laid out perfectly on his bed. (The one Angel doesn’t spend much time in..) Though it was important to Husker that Angel has his own space when he wanted it. —

“Shh.” Husker hums. A claw placed against his lips as the Hellhog grunts its approval. “No chewin’ on it. Y’ hear me, pig?” A soft threat, and yet he’s never actually had to follow through. There’s a soft pat to the top of its head and Husker leaves with a wildcat grin on his face.

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My muse has just been slapped across the face in front of yours... how does your muse react?

Angel was always in view. No matter how far the Spider wandered out to the Casino floor, he always made it a point to stay in Huskers eye line. When he wasn’t on the Overlords lap, or hanging off his arm, Angel was working his magic on the patrons who flooded the Casino night after night. And tonight, wasn’t any different.

Before long, a muffled commotion was heard over the ringing bells on the floor. Husker had his eyes on his winning hand from his favourite table in the house. The sound of a glass hitting the floor had pulled that poker face of his upwards. A pinch in his brow as irritation slipped in. It’s only then that he spots Angel, and some chump standing far too close. The action was quick, unavoidable, as the unknown sinner made contact with Angels cheek. A soft gasp from some of the on-lookers had set the stage for drama. — And without missing a beat the wildcat tossed his winning hand down and stood from his seat.

By the time he had made his way over, the game at the table had continued. The house dealer gave Husker a glance, and without even a greeting a clawed paw is placed on the sinners shoulder. “S’cuse me, Asshole. I’m pretty sure ya were jus’ leavin’.” His tone steady, eyes burning gold while the guy started to protest. — “Ah-ah. I don’t care what the fuck happened. Ain’t nobody lays a hand on one of my own without tha consequences.” His grip tightens, threatening as one of his Shark bouncers is summoned.

“Make sure this fuckhead get’s the VIP package. An’ bring him out the back.. I don’t need people talkin’.” The Overlord hissed as he shoved into the assholes shoulder. The cracking of knuckles and the Shark lifts the Sinner from his seat without hesitation. A silence falls on those closest to them. All eyes on Husker as the bells and chatter start up again.

“Angel..” a softer side shines through. “You’re gonna stay with me the rest a’the night. Got it?” His paw reaches out towards him, slow and comforting.

“C’mon, Beautiful. My lap’s gettin’ cold.”

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Playboy Magazine (July 1972)

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(posting this to forever have on my blog. <3)

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"Mmm, ah' would love tah' just be yeh' cock warmer f' the night. Sit in yeh' lap in th' gold dress yeh' love so much and just have it hiked up enough that it just looks like yeh' showin' off yeh' pretty lap candy like yeh' like tah' do wit yeh' cock just buried in me and no one knowin'."

Whisper in my muses ear what you want to do with them...

His ear twitches with the sultry whisper. Posture adjusting for only a moment before a smirk curls effortlessly along those feline features.

"Anytime, baby. Jus' say the word an' I'm all yours~"

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Send 👀 for my muse to walk in on your muse undressing. + reverse (maybe before they were officially together?)

The stench of fruity vodka soaked through his white button up and into the fluff on his chest. Some clumsy fuckhead on the casino floor had bumped into the corner of the table he sat at, spilling a practically full glass directly into Huskers lap. No matter, it gave him the excuse to part ways from a conversation that wasn’t going anywhere. The two guys at the end of the table taking more time to chat about bullshit than actually playing their cards.

What a waste of time. —

Claws carefully pluck each golden button til the shirt can be peeled off his chest. The scent alone was a bit obnoxious, thought he’d admit it wasn’t the worst. The door behind him inches opens, a soft knock that he hadn’t heard often enough to pinpoint. —

“Angel..” those golden hues cast over his shoulder for only a moment. Back still turned towards the other as his wings fold ever so gently against himself. “.. I’mma lil’ busy here. What is it?” He spoke softly, not making much fuss as his belt loosened from around his hips.

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THE NANNY 3.09 - "The Two Mr. Sheffields"

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send 🎲 to generate a kiss!

a kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances ft. @poisonedspider

Angel is pulled in close, claws cupped against his backside as Huskers hips roll up between those slender thighs. There's a low forming groan that breaks through the heavy purr that's been vibrating in his chest since the moment Angel took up space in his lap. He's had a few too many, which is something considering his tolerance level. Work had been stressful, however Angel knew exactly how to loosen those shoulders.

It's with a hazed stare, yet clear intentions, that the Overlord squeezes his palms into the flesh at his partners hips. Prompting Angel to lean into a gentle kiss against whiskey stained lips. The scent heavy on Huskers breath when he doesn't let Angel pull away, teeth nipping at the others bottom lip the second there was any space between them.

Stay..

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Had to run to draw this scene from @artwaterfall 's Husk Overlord fic "Casino Of Love" on A03 a little while ago, its literally so perfect PLEASE go check them and the fic out :D (I'll link in the replies)

Bonus scene:

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Jealous little brat 🥰 Angel I promise they’re just sharing intel about overlords, relax bb girl asgbswjjhwjhwhjwjw

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New Beginnings: Why have one overlord husband when you can have TWO 🖤💖❤️