#husk x yn

[blakeswritingimagines]

That's Show Biz, Kid

Summary: Husk always seemed off with you, never like how he was around the others in the hotel almost as if with you... he was hiding something darker just below the surface.

Warnings: Dub-Con, Manipulative Husk, Fingering, Mention of drinking (It's Husk), Slight Begging, No protected PnV, PWP.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hazbin Hotel characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 3.3k

The night air was thick with tension as you and Husk found yourselves alone, the rest of the hotel having retired for the night. Husk leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning you with a mixture of caution and desire. "You know, you're not like the others," Husk murmured, his voice low and gravelly. He watched you all night as if he had been waiting for something while you remained unaware.

You turned your head slightly, catching Husk's gaze with a curious expression. You hadn't noticed being observed earlier, too caught up in your own thoughts and everyone else. "What do you mean?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to the side. Your tone showed a hint of vulnerability, despite your best efforts to remain guarded. You couldn't quite put your finger on why Husk's attention felt both unsettling and intriguing. Husk took another sip of his liquor before setting the bottle down on the counter. His eyes never left yours, studying your features intently. "There's something… different about you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Most of 'em are here for the wrong reasons. But you…" His words trailed off, replaced by a deep sigh. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the pull of attraction towards you that he wasn't ready to acknowledge but use to his advantage. You blinked slowly, taking in every detail of Husk's face. Something was captivating about his intense stare, even if it made you uneasy. "Wrong reasons? What do you mean?" you questioned, leaning forward slightly. You were intrigued by what Husk might say next, despite yourself. His proximity was starting to affect you, causing a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

Husk leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your skin. "Most of 'em are just here to party, get drunk, and screw around. They don't give a damn about redemption." His hand brushes against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. "But you… I can sense something deeper. Like maybe you actually wanna change. Wanna be better." His eyes bore into yours as the heat in his belly came tenfold, searching for answers. "How about I personally help you?" Your heart pounded in your chest, and you swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. You didn't know how to respond to Husk's directness, especially considering his touch still lingered on your skin. "I… I'm not sure what you mean," you stammered out, your voice barely audible. Husk chuckles lowly, his fingers trailing along your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I can make you feel real good, sweetheart. Help you forget all about those pesky sins weighing you down." His hand slides further up your arm, coming to rest on your shoulder. "All you have to do is be good for me and say yes." The warmth of Husk's breath sent a jolt straight to your core, making you squirm slightly in your seat. You bit your lip, torn between wanting to push him away and pulling him closer. "But I… I need to focus on my own path," you finally managed to say, though your resolve seemed to waver.

Husk pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze was piercing and intense. "Your path, huh?" He muses aloud, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sounds boring." He reaches across the counter, his hand cupping your cheek gently. "Let me show you a new kind of pleasure. One that'll make you forget all about your damn path." His thumb strokes your jawline softly, coaxing a reaction from deep within. The sensation of his touch sends a rush of heat coursing through your veins, and before you know it, you find yourself leaning into his caress. "Maybe…" you whisper, your resolve crumbling under the weight of his charm. Husk smirks, pleased with your weakening resistance. "That's a start," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to grasp your wrist firmly. "Now, let's go somewhere more private." With a swift tug, he pulls you off the stool and leads you towards a dimly lit corner of the bar where no prying eyes could watch. Your heart races as Husk guides you into the secluded area, his grip on your wrist unyielding. The anticipation builds within you, a heady mixture of nerves and desire. As he presses you against the wall, you find yourself trapped between his solid frame and the cool surface behind you. Husk's body presses flush against yours, every curve and contour fitting perfectly. His breath hitches ever so slightly as he looks down at you, his eyes burning with lustful intent. "This is going to be fun," he whispers huskily, his hands roaming freely over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and waist before settling on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

The feeling of his hands exploring your body ignites a fire inside you, causing your skin to prickle with excitement. You let out a soft moan, unable to contain the surge of pleasure coursing through you. "I've never been with someone like you before… I don't think I want-," you confess, your voice laced with vulnerability. Husk silences your words with a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively. His other hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing the lines of your stomach until he reaches the hem of your pants. With deft fingers, he begins to undo them, his actions deliberate and calculated. Breaking away from the kiss momentarily, he leans in close to whisper hotly into your ear. "Shhh… Let me take care of everything tonight." The sultry promise in his voice sends shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless and wanting more. As he continues to undress you, When he steps back to admire his handiwork, you can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely empowered by his intense gaze. Husk takes a step back, admiring the sight of you half-dressed. His lips curl into a devilish grin as he slowly unbuttons his own trousers, allowing them to fall gracefully to the floor. He then steps closer once again, pressing his naked lower body against yours. His erection prods against your belly, reminding you of what’s to come. "Don’t worry," he coos in your ear, "It’ll be worth it, I promise."

You tremble under Husk's touch, his words and actions clouding your judgment. Despite your initial reservations, the heat of his arousal against your skin stirs a forbidden hunger within you. "Please…" you whimper, unsure if you're begging for him to stop or continue. The dichotomy of your desires leaves you lost and yearning for more of his intoxicating presence. Husk smirks, amused by your hesitation. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet already. We've barely even started and you're already trembling like a leaf." His hand trails up your thigh, teasingly close to your most intimate area. "Come on. Live a little. Indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. No one has to know." He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Just relax and let me take control. I promise you won't regret it." Your mind races with conflicting thoughts, but the warmth spreading through your body from his touch makes it hard to think straight. The temptation of giving yourself over to him is too great to resist. With a sigh, you nod slightly, signaling your acquiescence. "Okay," you breathe out. A satisfied chuckle escapes from Husk as he senses your surrender. He wastes no time in taking advantage of your submission, his hands boldly exploring your body while his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath your ear. His fingers dance along the edge of your panties, teasingly close to where you ache for his touch. "That's my good baby," he murmurs approvingly before nipping gently at your lobe.

A shiver runs down your spine at the sensation of his teeth grazing your earlobe. Your breath hitches, and you find yourself arching subtly into his touch, craving more of the pleasure he's offering. The heat between your thighs intensifies, and you can feel your core clenching in anticipation. "More," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Encouraged by your eager response, Husk slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, finally making contact with your slick folds. His thumb brushes against your clit, circling slowly as he delves deeper, feeling how wet you already are for him. "Seems like someone's been waiting to sin again," he teases, his voice dripping with lustful intent. The sensation of his thumb on your clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, not wanting to draw attention to what you're doing. But the urge to give yourself over completely to the moment becomes too strong to resist. "Fuck…," you groan softly, your hips instinctively bucking towards his hand, seeking more of that exquisite pressure.

Husk revels in your reactions, finding delight in the way your body responds to his every move. His thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit, while his index finger slides inside you, curving to stroke that sweet spot within you. "Like that, huh?" he asks, his voice thick with arousal. "Letting go of all those inhibitions… It's quite the turn-on." The words slip past your lips almost involuntarily, a mix of pleasure and frustration coloring your tone. "Please…," you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus entirely on the sensations he's evoking within you. "Don't stop…" The sound of your plea spurs Husk on, his movements becoming more deliberate and insistent. His thumb applies increased pressure to your clit, while his finger pumps in and out of you rhythmically. "I wouldn't dream of stopping," he assures you, his own breathing growing heavier with each passing second. Your climax builds rapidly under Husk's skilled ministrations. The tension coiling tight in your belly threatens to snap at any moment, leaving you teetering on the edge of blissful release. "Oh god… I'm close…" you gasp out, your hands gripping the edge of the counter for support as your entire world narrows down to the feeling of Husk's hand on you. Hearing your confession, Husk smirks to himself, knowing exactly what effect he's having on you. He quickens the pace of his thumb on your clit, while his finger thrusts deeper into your pussy, searching for that perfect angle to tip you over the edge. "Come for me," he commands huskily, his own arousal reaching new heights at the thought of watching you unravel before him.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with such intensity that you can barely process it. A loud cry escapes your lips, echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. Your body convulses with pleasure, your walls clenching tightly around Husk's fingers as waves of euphoria ripple through you. Husk watches intently as your body surrenders to the overwhelming ecstasy, your cries of pleasure music to his ears. He continues to stimulate you through your climax, drawing out every last shudder and gasp until you collapse against the counter, spent and panting. With a satisfied smirk, he withdraws his hand from between your thighs, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "Delicious," he purrs, savoring the taste of your essence. Your breath hitches as Husk licks your juices off his fingers, the sight sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through you. You're still trembling slightly from your orgasm, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. "That was… incredible," you manage to say, your voice shaky with aftershocks of pleasure. Husk leans back, his eyes never leaving yours as he wipes the remaining moisture from his chin. "Glad I could please you," he replies, his tone dripping with arrogance and satisfaction. He takes another swig from his bottle, the action casual despite the intense situation they've just shared.

You lean back against the wall, your legs still a bit unsteady from the intense orgasm. As you stand, you notice the bulge in Husk's pants, a clear indication of his own arousal. Despite the fact that he just brought you to climax, a twinge of jealousy sparks within you at the thought of him touching anyone else. "So, um, how often do you… entertain guests like this?" you ask, trying to keep your tone light despite the sudden pang of stupidity for letting him do whatever he wanted. Husk raises an eyebrow at your question, clearly amused by your sudden interest. "I don't normally take requests," he admits, his voice low and teasing. "But I must admit, your company is… quite enjoyable, little guest." His gaze flickers down to your chest once again, a hungry look in his eye that suggests he'd be more than willing to continue their 'session'. Your heart races at his words, a mix of embarrassment and excitement flooding through you. "Well, uh, maybe we could… explore that further?" you suggest, biting your lip nervously. The thought of being touched by someone who understands what you need is both terrifying and exhilarating.

A slow grin spreads across Husk's face, revealing his sharp teeth. "Exploring sounds like fun," he agrees, setting his bottle aside and standing up to close the distance between you. His hands find your hips, pulling you closer until you can practically hear the crackle of electricity between your bodies. "Now beg for it." Your breath catches in your throat at his command, the roughness of his voice sending another wave of desire coursing through you. "Please, Husk," you whisper, looking up into his eyes with a pleading expression. "Touch me again." Husk chuckles darkly at your plea, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulls you flush against his body. The hardness of his erection presses against your belly, evidence of his own growing need. "As you wish," he murmurs before leaning down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. You melt into the kiss, your hands coming up to tangle in Husk's fur as you deepen the connection. His tongue explores your mouth with a hunger that mirrors your own, stoking the flames of your desire higher. When he finally breaks away, you're left panting and aching for more. "Take me to bed," you breathe, your voice thick with lust. "I need you inside me." He sets you down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands making quick work of your remaining clothing.* "Let's get rid of these pesky barriers, shall we?" He murmurs, his fingers trailing teasingly along your skin as he undresses you fully. Soon enough, you're both naked, your bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and heated flesh. "You're absolutely exquisite," Husk breathes, his gaze roaming hungrily over your curves. "I'm going to make you scream my name tonight, little guest."

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, your core clenching in anticipation. You reach out to stroke his cheek, marveling at the softness of his fur despite his intimidating demeanor. "Promise me you won't hold back," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel every inch of you, all of your power and passion unleashed upon me." His eyes flash with a feral intensity, a growl rumbling deep within his chest. "Oh, I promise you that," he replies, his voice dripping with lust. He positions himself at your entrance, the head of his throbbing cock pressing against you teasingly. With a swift thrust, he enters you completely, filling you to the brim with his size. "Fuck…you're tight," he groans, beginning to move slowly, savoring each inch of pleasure as he sinks deeper into your warmth. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he fills you, the sensation of being stretched and claimed by his impressive length sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper still, craving every inch of his thickness. "Yes, just like that," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to move. Each slow, deliberate thrust sends sparks of pleasure racing along your nerves, building the tension coiling in your core. "More," you beg, your hips rising to meet his. "Harder, Husk. Make me yours."

With a snarl of approval, Husk complies, picking up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. His wings flare out, creating a cool breeze that contrasts sharply with the heat of their bodies colliding. "You like that, huh?" he taunts, his grip on your thighs tightening almost painfully. He leans down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, biting down hard enough to elicit a yelp from you before soothing the sting with his tongue. "You're going to cum so hard for me, aren't you?" Your moans crescendo with each punishing thrust, your entire body quivering under his relentless assault. "God, yes!" you cry out, feeling yourself teeter on the edge of release. Your walls clench around him instinctively, milking him for more of that delicious friction. "I'm close," you pant, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't stop…don't ever fucking stop." The pleasure of your tightness gripping him drives Husk wild, his own climax approaching rapidly. "You want it? Take it," he growls, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in rough circles, determined to push you over the brink. "Cum for me, little guest," he commands, his voice thick with lust. "Let go."

With a final, brutal thrust, Husk pushes you past the point of no return. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision whiting out as pleasure consumes every cell in your body. You scream his name, your voice was raw and hoarse, as your inner muscles spasm wildly around him. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes through you, each pulse dragging you further under until you're left a shuddering, gasping mess. As the aftershocks slowly subside, you collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent and sated. Feeling your climax trigger his own, Husk lets out a deep, guttural groan as his seed spills inside you. His movements slow to a halt, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. He collapses atop you, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he pants heavily. "Fuck," he curses softly, his voice muffled against your shoulder. After a moment, he pulls away slightly, looking down at you with a smug grin. "That what you wanted?" Lying there in the aftermath, basking in the lingering warmth of the combined releases, you meet Husk's gaze with a lazy, satisfied smirk. "Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted," you confirm, reaching up to stroke a hand through Husk's mussed hair. "You certainly didn't disappoint." Your fingers trail down to cup Husk's cheek, tilting his head up for a slow, sensual kiss. When you finally break apart, your eyes glint with mischief. "But don't think this means I'm going easy on you. We're far from done here."

Husk chuckles low in his throat, the sound rumbling against your palm. He captures your wrist, bringing it to his lips to press a quick, biting kiss to the sensitive skin before releasing it. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," he purrs, his own hunger already starting to stir again. He rolls off the bed, standing tall and stretching languidly, his muscles flexing beneath his fur. "I've got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart. And I aim to give you every last bit of it." With a wicked grin, he saunters towards the bathroom, pausing to glance back over his shoulder. "Get comfortable. This is gonna take a while."

[jujutsukatsuki]

i’ve been waiting to see someone write thissss! (i think ur taking requests??)

the scene when alastor threatens husk!

the idea is reader (gn!) is there to comfort husk but he brushes them off, kinda like a hurt/comfort thing!

Okay I'm a little rusty but i got this! i wanted to do this as a Alastor x Reader but Reader is friends with Husker! I would like to add that I DO NOT SUPPORT VIV OR THEIR ACTIONS!

"This whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into Heaven..." Charlie rambles on to her estranged father Lucifer, Vaggie follows on the other side of the short demon king and the princess of Hell. You followed behind them with Alastor, tall dark and creepy as he had been described by Mimzy moments before the group walked down the hallway.

"Hey Boss... can i have a word?" Alastor turns his head before his body, you hate when he does that, the sickling crack his neck makes. You turn to face the gambling demon cat, also known as your best friend in the hotel. You loved Husk, he was everything to you. "what is it?" Alastor's sickling smile never faulters, you're convinced he'd never drop the smile for people who weren't you. He was always sweet on you, even if on the outside it didn't look like he was. "You and i both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs somethin'. That bitch is trouble and who knows what kinda demon she fucked with to come running to you this time?" Alastor smirks and leans in towards the furball, you chew your lip, ready to jump between the two something you've done a few times before. "Its nothing i cant handle, don't worry Husker!" Alastor turns, arms crossed behind his back with his cane in hand, you look between Husk and Alastor. Husk looks angry that Alastor isn't listening. Husk looks to you and gives you an almost pleading look. If anyone could reason with the radio demon, it would be you. "Who in their right mind would cross me?" Alastor lets out a small hum as he starts to walk away. "I mean... you've been gone a while and its not like anybody knows why." "They don't need to know, and don't you worry your fuzzy head about it!" Alastor turns and pets husk on the head, something he absolutely hates. Husk lets out a loud growl as him and Alastor are nose to nose. The next few moments are a blur to you once husk mentions Alastor's metaphorical leash. The lights flicker, the room glitches with Alastor's power, your skin runs cold and you see the green leash snap around Husk's neck as he's thrown to the floor. "enough!" You yell, your hair standing on edge, eyes staring daggers into Alastor, your eye twitches with annoyance as you grab Alastor's arm and rip him away from Husk. "Now now sweet-" Alastor tries to calm you down, husk is shaking on the floor from the encounter. "No! This is enough Alastor, go find Charlie and Lucifer. Now!" You snap and point to where the group had gone. You never snapped at him, never even raised your voice. But right now, there was smoke coming out of your ears with how upset you were. Angry tears threatening to spill as you hold your stance. The green leash fades away and Alastor marches off without another word. "You okay?" You help Husk up who shakes you off with a tsk. "I don't need your pity, I'm fine." Husk grumbles and retreats to the bar downstairs. "Husk, please." You try and catch up with him. "What!" He turns and snaps.

"I don't need you playing the role of my parent! i can take care of myself, that's all ill ever need. Myself and what ever alcohol i can get my hands on." His voice is heavy, you know this is his mask. The one he puts on when something really bothers him and doesn't want to talk about it. You pull him into a hug and gently rub his back, you can feel his body tense, his wings are stiff before he slowly relaxes under your touch, his wings gently folding around the two of you. "I know Husker." You say gently, fingers combing his fur. "But I'm always here, you don't have to do it all on your own. I got you too. Family and losers and what not." You hum as the two of you pull away. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say." Husk smirks as he waves his hand, you know he understands what you're saying and what you mean is true, but the little bit of ego he had left doesn't let him fully show it. You and Husk reach the bar just as the building starts to shake due to some loan sharks trying to get in to look for Mimzy. The building catches fire, as they throw some Molotov cocktails through the windows. You gasp as you see some of the glass coming for you but i certain red demon pulls you from harms way. "I suppose i need to remind everyone why I'm here!" Alastor grins as he goes into his demon mode, you close your eyes, you hate seeing him in his giant demon mode. Once he's outside, you start helping Husk clean the building up.

"Darling, you alright?" Alastor comes back in to check on you

"Peachy." You snarl, still upset about earlier. Now even more upset due to Mimzy and her drama hurting the one place you loved.

Alastor straightens his suit before he forces Mimzy to leave, seeing as she was hurting the hotel and his beloved. You ignore the conversation as you sweep up glass. You feel a certain hand on your shoulder, you turn to look at Husk.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have made that comment. Don't let me get between the two of you." "I just don't like how he treats you." "Its okay, its my deal to take care of, not yours."

You let out a deflated sigh before turning to see Alastor who was waving around his cane to start fixing the hotel once again.

"Ali-" You say softly using the nickname he adored, it was simple but sounded amazing rolling off your lips.

"Yes darling?" He cuts you off as he grabs your hand and pulls you into him. You cant help but smile gently before grabbing his bowtie and yanking him down to be face to face with you.

"You ever hurt my Husky like that and i will make sure its your screams broadcasting on the radio. Understood?" You hiss and stare in his red eyes.

"Yes beloved." He nodded.

"Good." You nod back before going back to continuing to clean up the hotel lobby.

Sure life in the hotel wasn't the best, but it was your life none the less.

i hope this was good! its been a while since i wrote something!

[bella-is-sleepy]

I’ve been wanting to write a Husk x F! Reader for awhile, but I can’t decide between these two ideas.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

The Dog And The Deer

Alastor x werewolf/dog GNreader

ever since i found out alastor was attacked by dogs i awaited for a fic with a dog reader but alas i never found one, honestly love the idea so i splurged one out but im not sure im the happiest with it. also thank you to anyone who read my lucifer x reader it’s pretty wild like that many ppl liked it made my butthole pucker tbh. i hope y’all enjoy this kiss kiss

warnings: no YN, no alluding to or mentioning of bodytype/hairtype/skin colour or gender, morally grey reader(maybe?), descriptions of blood and animal death (nothing gorey yuck), cannibalism on alastors part, swearing, slowburnish, i think that’s all?

words: 4K

Alastor’s eye twitched watching as the mutt demon trotted around the hotels foyer with Angel. There was no worse stench then that of a dog. One of the few traumatic memories Alastor still holds close is the smell of wet dog along with memories of their jaws and teeth. Although, no one would ever catch him showing how uncomfortable your presence made him, that’d take away the image he’s created and potrayed throughout his nearly hundred years of being dead.

Yet as much as he hated every bit of your demonic form, he couldn’t help the slight tinge of desire to get closer to you, strange as it may be. You’re charasmatic and expressive, you let your ears and tail display the emotions you felt freely without holding back like he did. You got along with everyone at the hotel perfectly and you seemed to have a head on your shoulders; helping Charlie out with problems she couldn’t solve, and quipping back with fast remarks to insults thrown at you. Hell, you even got on Husks good side, a literal cat, a dogs worst enemy and vice versa.

Luckily no patron paid mind to the fact he always took the furthest spot from you at the table, or how his eyes never met yours in conversation, or that he never directly talked to you, more at you before walking off. No, nobody cares about his distance between himself and you, and if they did they knew better than to bring it up to him. Therefore he worried not about confronting you- that was up until this point. Watching with an unamused look, eyes lidded as he followed your figure waving bye to Angel and turning to him. You practically skipped your way over to him with a smile and he fought make the urge to get up and zip away.

You on the other hand, despite knowing his carnage good and well, respected the demon for the formalities he carried, as well as the little mortality he did have. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how much he seemingly hated you, you weren’t dense, but Charlie explained that Alastor was a generally private and mysterious overlord so you chalked it up to being his ‘thing’ paid no mind.

You will admit though, you were hoping that after a month or so of attending the hotel, he’d open up to your presence a little more. He wouldn’t. But! He still fed you when he cooked, woke you when you slept in, and kept you out of harms way as he did the other attendees, as well as escort you out whenever others were busy.

After a gossip session with Angel last night, you two concluded it was time to get to the bottom of the situation. Angel immediately went to the assumption he either wanted to fuck, or kill you, which you hoped he didn’t want to kill you, thankfully you moved along the topic by distracting Angel with other topics. You knew Angel out of anyone would be able to sniff out the fact you had the hots for the radio deer.

But that conversation is what landed you beside the radio demon on the couch, who statically crackled as you did so. “Hello Alastor, you look relaxed today, how’s everything going.” The deers eye twitched, a slight fog of black lingered up and around the couch, his smile strained and you could hear the sound of staticy disembodied voices in and around you.

You weren’t stupid to the fact he didn’t like you for sure now, but you were stupid enough to pretend you didn’t know. So you stayed smiling nervously up at him, but he simply stared forward. And after a few short moments he seemed to perk up ever so slightly snapping up and out of it. “Well my dear, i am doing just fantastic! Today has been one of leisure, i very rarely get to take those!” He exclaimed broadcaster voice in full effect, the smog and stactic zipped away as he composed himself entirely. You relaxed just slightly feeling just a little more welcomed. “That’s good to hear Al, I’m glad you get some time to yourself. You’ve done a lot with your magic for this place. Must be draining.” Alastor hummed daring to take a peak down at you.

You seemed to have all guards down around him, your canines poked out of your mouth slightly, quietly your tail thumped happily beside you, which he admittedly found to be quite adorable and idiotic why aren’t you more alert?. “You’re too kind darling, too kind. But I must go, I have to prepare my dinner.” Standing Alastor dusted himself off and swung his arms behind him, but before he could get anywhere you stood with him, your tail rapidly wagging. “Could i help?” Alastor’s ear twitched at that, his escape plan wasn’t very effective.

“Well, my dear, it’d be a little difficult, i like my meat, fresh.” His voice dropped an octave static taking over his voice, this time though he properly looked down at you, meeting your gaze. It sickened him that the first thing that crossed his mind was how enchanting your eyes are. You were a breed of demon he’d rather not associate with, and any lovey dovey emotion weakened his demonic image, and scrambled his mind with confusing emotions he’d rather not confront.

“Don’t worry Al, Vaggie told me you eat deer, i don’t really see the big deal about that one. Maybe i can try some.. oh do you hunt? I can totally catch it for you, this dog body is built for that!” You said hurriedly standing alongside him hands clasped in front of you almost like you were begging. Never would you say so, but were desperate to spend some time with him, it was stressful walking on eggshells all the time just for him.

Alastor’s eyebrows rose, he was decently pleased with the idea of a hunting partner, shrugging his shoulders he agreed, humming indifferently at you. “Follow me sweetheart, there are no deer out here!” Grinning wildely you skipped behind him, finally getting the attention you so desperately wanted from him. You mostly hid the longing to have the same attention the others got, while he literally pulled the others toward him, he kept metaphorically pushing you away. He never pulled you into song and dance, touched you, talked to you, hell half the time he wouldn’t even look at you as if you were a ghost. You also tried to interrogate everyone on his behaviour without appearing to obsessed, luckily the only one who seemed to notice this frantic questioning was Husk.

Husk was a good guy though, and took it with ease promising to not mention the sudden interest in Alastor and his behaviour. He did warn you to ‘watch your ass’ diggin into business that wasn’t your own. Outside of Husk mentioning that Alastor’s never been a fan of animals, a one off thing you barely paid mind to, the investigation left you empty handed. Nobody at the hotel really understood Alastor’s behaviour. Or Alastor in general, but you held hope they would.

“Here we are my dear,” Alastor exclamiend theatrically swinging his door open and leading you inside to the woody section of his room with his microphone positioned in the middle of your back. The furthest he’s ever gone to touch you, in truth. Focusing your eyes ahead you didn’t look around much, not wanting to be rude and stare at everything, though it was hard. You wanted to see how he liked things in his personal space, when he was all alone.

“Is this like a personal farm or something, are you like a breeder or…” You questioned quirking a brow up at him. Alastor chuckled quietly you could hear an audience echoing his laugh around the two of you. “No no, this!” He exclaimed stretching his arms out toward the greenery. “Is a glimpse straight into the forest, where the freshest of meats frolic.” Alastor looked back at you wicked grin on his face. “Ready to show me what you’re capable of, pup?”

Swinging his microphone around he then stuck it out toward the wilderness. With what he said you felt the need to impress him, so with smile and a nod you took off. After fifteen minutes, you returned. Alastor stood impatiently picking at his claws bored expression gracing his face, although his smile still present. Considering you planned to show off, you came back full demonic form on display and with two deer; one deer, sagged dead between your teeth, the other in your grasp.

Once Alastor decided to look up from his nails, he was petrified, and fought against the urge to flee like the prey he was reborn as. Alastor wouldn’t ever admit his fear directly but it was palpable, you could even smell it on him thanks to the fact you had the heightened ability to smell the stress hormones. To Alastors defence you appeared more dog than sinner at this point, a twisted mutation of what could’ve been a dog or possibly werewolf, he wasn’t sure and honestly neither were you. What he was sure of was that it made him nauseous looking at you and angry that you had that effect on him by simple existing.

Coming back to yourself, and what you’d typically look like, you dropped the deer at his feet, but he only stared at you, particularly your blood covered teeth. “Alastor what’s wrong? Uh, whatever happens in the forest stays in the forest?” You quickly say, panicking at such a display, you didn’t know him that well and visually you couldn’t entirely pick up on what he was thinking but you could pick up the way his blood rushed quicker through his veines, and how he clenched his teeth tighter than ever. “Nothing.” He snapped out fast as ever, but what shocked you most is the radio static in his voice left completely, you actually heard him.

Stepping an inch closer, testing the waters, you slowly reach out to his arm. Your gaze was locked on his eyes to try and find anything that could have given you the slightest hint at whether or not to pull away, but you found none. So crossing your fingers, metaphorically, you closed the small gap between you and him, very gently placing your hand on his arm.

Quietly you spoke. “I’m not sure whats wrong Al, but i know something’s up, and I know how you like to protect your image so don’t worry, i swear on my after life i won’t tell a soul about this.” Much to his dismay, he gave into your words of comfort, his posture falling slightly. Alastor’s smile never fell, but other parts of him did, like his ears and finally his eyes. He looked down to you and you could finally tell something was seriously fucked with how easily he let himself give in. “I was attacked by dogs before i died, is all, my dear. Ahhh, sometimes those pesky human emotions still remain present.“

“Is that why you avoided me?” You questioned putting the pieces together. With more confidence you moved a step closer to him, and he made no moves to stop you. “Yes, I apologize for my rude display, I’m not fond of dogs.” You inwardly scoffed. Dog, you were like, more of a werewolf anyways which was way cooler. “Well Alastor, what better way to overcome discomfort than befriending a dog! Than you’ll never have to worry about any dog sinner getting the upper hand!” Somewhere in that sentence was comedy gold, apparently, considering Alastor erupted into insane laughter which just had you awkwardly standing there watching as he vibrated joyfully.

Once his cackling was finished, he wiped away a non existent tear and bent toward you. With a pinch of your cheek Alastor gently shook your head side to side. “How adorable you are, someone getting the upper hand? On me? Ahah! Now i see why you and Husker get along so well! Silly little house pets, assuming such silly things.” You gently pushed his hand away a little upset by the quick switch in demeanour, not that he’s not been like this before, he was known for this. “Well, whatever, i meant well. Anyyhoo, does that mean we’re cool now?”

Al cocked his head to the side, repeating ‘cool’ to himself as if he didn’t know the word before shaking his head, and confirming that you two were indeed ‘cool now’. “Perhaps we should hunt together more often my dear, after all i’ve never had someone bend over and swear secrecy in return for nothing. You must be dying for a little bit of private time with me.” Gaping at him you watched as he turned his back and started a walking away. Snapping his fingers, the deer disappeared from your feet and reappeared on a table, big enough for two.

“Yeah right, I’d never that’s, uh, barf y’know.” You muttered collecting yourself, still a little ashamed he had seen right through you. “Come, dig in! After all this was your catch my little pet, it’d be so unkind to leave you without. Dogs do enjoy that, correct? Rewards.” Now sat across from him, your mouth fell in a flat line, ears drawn down. “Yeah, sure, just as much as deers like to be eaten huh? Why don’t you hop up on the table deer, doggy wants their reward.” You shot back, possibly a bit flirtatiously as you’d truly prefer him being your treat, your reward.

A record scratch sounded out from him, effectively causing a silence to wash over the two of you. You coughed, and a meek smile graced your face as you eyed the meat in front of you, then back to his eyes. Alastor seemed to be in quiet contemplation as he looked at you, his smile once open, now closed but his eyes relaxed signalling that he wasn’t going to launch himself over the table and maim you for what you said.

You both sat watching each other seeing as he made no movement or noise. The silence made your worried mind wander, while other parts of your mind foolishly wondered if what you said sparked any particular interests in him.

After all, you believed it was pretty hard to miss the double entendre there especially when you purred it out to him like a horn dog succubus. Sitting up straighter in an attempt to conceal your anxieties, you met Alastors calm gaze that never strayed from your form. It was like he could see straight into your mind and your heart kicked up with the worry of ‘could he read fucking minds.’

“So! I’ve seen you and the spider have gotten along swimmingly. Tell me, why does such a shy thing like yourself prance around with such a fellow? One that draws unruly attention wherever he goes?” Alastor finally broke the silence materializing a fork and a knife to dig into his meat. You were relieved the tension finally broke and you could move past the comment, for now. However bringing up the topic of Angel seemed quite calculated on his part.

“Angels amazing, especially when you get to know him Al. Plus, he knows what it’s like to be pushed around by men, he never puts me in the position where i’m the target of some sleazes desire.” You rant turning the dead deer towards you, not bothering to ask for cutlery as you planned to dig in- claws and teeth. “Hm, i suppose that could be true my dear, but i can’t help but be skeptical seeing how utterly opposite the two of you are.” You waved a hand lazily, ripping into the deers leg and nawshing down.

“I don’t even know what you mean by that.” Alastors eyebrows quirked at your rude gesture, that being speaking with your mouth full, but he wasn’t too surprised as he reminded himself you were just a dog. “It’s as clear as a sunny day pup! You are so unsure of yourself! Oh my, I just love watching you shrink into yourself at the sight of any demon outside the hotel. One of my favourite past times is walking around the ring with you as you shake like a chihuahua that lost its mother!” You watched mouth full as he threw his head back and laughed, again, quite theatrically.

The laugh track sounded with him as he did so, his ears perked happily, hand draped over his heart. You couldn’t be mad at what he said when he just looked so, adorably goofy. Obviously you hated being in hell and near other sinners, they were gross the majority of them wanted to harm you in some way, so you weren’t bothered at all that he could tell you were afraid of them, but you were curious as to why he decided to steer the conversation this way.

“Well Alastor, we’re all afraid of something. Oh and by the way- even though you only come to watch me cower- i still enjoy whenever we go out together.” You admit switching between inspecting your meat and looking at Alastor as he ate his. Alastor covered up the shock that he felt by taking a few silent bites. Briefly he reflected on what there was to like, after all he barely spoke to you during the outtings, he always walked fast and slightly ahead of you so you were always racing to catch up, he couldn’t find a single reason you’d enjoy being with him.

“Do you?” He finally inquired his head falling to the side, looking up to him you nodded, swallowing before speaking this time. “Yeah, truthfully it’s entertaining to me too. Watching everyone around us move away from you, whisper n gossip about you, all while you pay no mind with your head up, unbothered. Oh! And your radio too, I am not sure if you notice, but when you hum your radio just hums out with you, it’s nice especially since i’m too afriad to put in a headset. Oh and of course, you make me feel safe.”

Leaning forward slightly, Alastor placed his silverware down and placed his elbows on the table. Behind him his tail subconsciously wagged, pleased to hear that you had felt safe with him. It was an unusual emotion that sparked through his chest and he wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. It made him feel like he was loosing control to another sinner, and that was a big no no.

Alas, Alastors curiousity outweighed his distaste for the emotion soaring through him and instead decided to full speed ahead into it. Perhaps because that felt like he in some way gained control back by choosing to breathe into it rather than run. “I’m pleased to hear that my dear,” Alastor started slowly, dragging out his words buying him time for what to say next. “Had I known before i could’ve arranged something. You do know i have quite the little posse of shadows on my side, correct?”

Alastors eyes were lidded watching you lean back in your seat ever so slightly, shadows beginning to wisp around the floor by your feet. “I didn’t think you’d do that for me Al.” Resting his head on his hand, he ‘tsked’ at you. “And why is that my dear.” The expression on your face read pretty clearly as ‘are you kidding me’ but Alastor wanted to hear you speak. “To me it was pretty obvious, up until this point I had asssumed you hated me!”

The frustrated exclamation really didn’t bother him, instead he kissed his teeth, rolled his eyes and shook his finger like a scolding mother. “Silly pup, you know what they say about assuming, it makes an ass out of you and me.” Rolling your eyes right back you cracked a smile at him. It seemed to you he was trying to banter along with you, which was progress, and made your stomach flip. “Oh shush Alastor, you absolutely loathed my presence up until you could find a use for me.”

Alastor hummed flatly, checking out his claws. “Not true.” Snapping his fingers the deer left untouched disappeared leaving the table barren. Alastor stood and undid his coat walking away leaving you hanging. Shocked by his sudden reaction, you stood the table vanishing behinfd you. “What do you mean Al?” He hung up his jacket, now left only in his vest you standing behind in patiently. Once hung up Alastor turned to you and smiled mischievously down at you. Before you could question him, he grabbed your face under your chin and grasping your cheeks.

“Oh my silly little dog, you think your form was the only thing pushing me away. No,” Gawking up at him as he invaded your space for the first time in your months of being here, he stood inches away from you forcing your head up to look into his eyes. “I admit, i’ve been dealing with more unpleasant emotions than fear. You’re quite divine, you know.”

You felt like you were melting and your heart raced in your chest and the radio demon looked down at you with a softness you’d never seen in his eyes before. His hand released your cheeks and instead he started gently caressing you, loving the way you shivered just at his touch. “You’re hard to put up with, my dear. Allow me to confess you’ve been the the most difficult sinner to rid from my mind. Silly as that may be. I have ridiculous thoughts about what you may think of me, how i look, my golly i even ponder whether you desire my presence when i push you away. I also wonder what other undeserving sinners have your attention, have their paws on you.”

As he spoke he inched closer to your face, his hand cupping your cheek while the other ghosted up your arm, barely making contact with your flesh. You felt weak at the knees as he hovered above you with suck a coy smile, his red eyes looking straight into your own. “Al..” You trailed off almost warningly, but all he did was hum lazily bringing his face even closer to yours.

You could smell his fragrance one you couldn’t fully pinpoint as one thing. Definitely a cologne of sorts, mixed with blood, deer guts, and the faintest scent of pine. “Tell me sweetheart,” Alastor started dragging his hand from your cheek to gently grabbing your neck, making you swallow. “Do you hold the same interest in me as i do you?”

He almost sounded as if he was mocking you when he asked, but you were too lost in a haze from this fucked up foreplay he had going on to notice. Instead you nodded just barely moving your head but you knew he’d see it. “Of course you do, good little pup. I noticed.” Alastor hissed out darkly before pulling you by your neck flush against his body.

You squeaked but it was hushed by Alastors lips connecting with your own. You hands flew up to his chest grabbing on for dear life. In fairness the kiss was pretty soft, but you were so shocked your body reacted a bit harshly. He kept his smile against your lips, you matching his pace unashamed at how quick you kissed him back. His right hand kept on your throat controlling how close you were to him while his other hand danced up to your head to push your lips closer to his.

Pulling away abruptly Alastor shot up straight suddenly holding you at a distance by both shoulders. Your body ragdolled to his command barely catching your footing as you were in a lovey dovey haze. “Perhaps that is enough for today! Don’t want to get carried away now! You deserve proper treatment from a gentlemen!” Broadcaster voice back in play, you winced as he tonned down his volume for quite awhile up until this point.

However your annoyance didn’t last seeing as Alastor actually wanted to go out with you, so instead you smiled up at him. “How kind of you Al, maybe we can have more deer?” Dusting yourself of invisible dirt, Alastors hands retreated behind his back. “Of course my deer sounds like a gas! But for tonight perhaps we should relax. I have to get to a meeting within the next few hours, but i thoroughly enjoyed our time today!”

Smiling at him as he lead you to his door this time his hand pressed gently against the small of your back. “I really enjoyed it too Al, especially the part when you kissed me that was my fave.” You teased watching as he looked away his ears tilting to the sides ever so slightly.

“Yes, well, i did as well. Now then! Carry on i must get appropriate, ta-ta!” He exclaimed pushing you out of his room and shutting the door behind you, and while you giddily ran off hyped to tell Angel about everything, Alastor collapsed against the door smile strained heart pounding in his chest, incredibly uncomfortable with how to deal with these emotions, but please at the same time with experiencing something he’d not felt before.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I was wondering if you could do like Wednesday x fem yn but like Wednesday trying to tell mortica and gomez she has a gf and not knowing how they'd react and edin trys to help her and in the end they find out somehow you can pick if they take it good or bad but yea

A/n: I’ve seen this get asked to another person but I’m too proud of what I had already written to throw it away.

The crystal ball upon Wednesday’s desk taunted her with the impending call from her parents. Wednesday was something she hadn’t been in a long time; worried. The last time she had spoken with her parents, a lot had changed and one of the most recent and most prominent changes was that she had found herself a girlfriend.

How you met was the typical run of the mill meet cute, Wednesday was caught doing something she wasn’t meant to and she threatened to take your tongue, vocal chords and hands should you ever rat her out. Your response? “You’re beautiful.” Ever since then you had been constantly drawn to the chaos that was Wednesday Addams and not once has the thought of ever letting you go crossed her wicked mind. She was happy, a word she never thought she’d use in a lifetime but truly, for the first time in a long time she was happy. You made the insides of her hollow husk of a human vessel warm.

You lit a match and threw it upon her coal heart, setting it ablaze with the very foundations of life as the fires reflected in her dark eyes. You were her cara mia as she was your mon cher. For you Wednesday would die for you, kill for you, even live for you should you command it of her. It was moments like those that she began to see how alike she was to her father; Unhealthy obsessed with the object of their eternal attraction. So unhealthy in fact the pair might possibly be clinically insane with their love. However not even a highly facilitated psychiatric ward would be able to prevent Wednesday from coming back to you.

For she would have it burnt to the ground in your name as though she were a crazed religious fanatic, pleading her love to the only form of higher power that ever truly existed; You. If she had it her way, you’d both would’ve carved out and calcified your beating hearts for the other, to have and to hold until you were both cold and dead within the ground that would make up your grave. You would now and forever more belong to Wednesday as she would belong to you until the dark forces swelled you both whole; snuffing out your mortal flame for good.

So as Wednesday clamped down on her finger nails, bitting them right down to the nub and then some, Enid couldn’t help but feel concerned for her friend as she stared vehemently at her -seemingly- only form of communication with a look in her eyes. “What’s chomping you at the bit.” Enid asked, begrudging to know the answer but knew that Wednesday was in a situation where a friend was something that she could use right now. “My parents will be calling soon.” Wednesday merely said, not taking her eyes off of the crystal ball as though she was awaiting for it to go off.

“That’s great! Unless your relationship with them is questionable at best then that’s…not great.” Enid trails off when she began to notice that she wasn’t helping in making the situation any better even in the slightest. However the blonde wasn’t one to give up even in the face of adversity, Enid presses onward and upward. “My parents only sent me here to mold me in their image, to forge a carbon copy of themselves out of me by the time inn through with this place,” Enid stayed silent, “I get sent to the same dormitory my mother once resided, I have premonitions like she does.” Wednesday falls silent as her fists clenched in silent anguish.

“However I am not my mother, nor will I ever be like her because unlike her I have a heart to give and I gave it to y/n upon a moonlight night; the same night where the crows dropped dead before us and black dahlias bloomed by our feet.” Enid smiled warmly, remembering the twinkle in Wednesday’s eyes when she came back to the dome after her first official date with you down by the greenhouse. It was a dangerous twinkle but a twinkle none the less, Wednesday could’ve told her that you had a sparing match that ended with the tips of your blades poised at the others throat and the werewolf would’ve still somehow find it romantic.

“Now I am seemingly at an impasse with the illogical concerns of how my parents would react to me engaging in romantic circumstances with another girl, despite being well aware of their stances on societal demands.” Wednesday admitted, not use to feeling this vulnerable in front of another person but at this point in their relationship, Wednesday trusted Enid -despite how much of a gossip she could be- a smidge more then she did the rest of the student body that made up Nevermore. So if anything, this was Wednesday’s silent cry for Enid’s help and luckily she wasn’t overly dense to not notice.

“Wednesday,” Enid began as she moved over to stand by her friends’ side, “what your parents think shouldn’t reflect upon your relationship with y/n. You love her and she loves you, so why ruin a perfectly good thing by listening to what you parents think.” She places her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders and made sure that they were meeting eye to eye. “Never, not once, since I’ve came to know you had you given a shit about what others thought of you. So why give a shit now?” Wednesday has to admit, Enid was right. Why should she all of a sudden care when all she’s ever done thus far was deflect other peoples opinion on her. It made no logical sense but she guessed that now that you were in the picture with her; Wednesday worries about her parents perception of you.

Just as Enid was about to continue with her speech, the crystal ball went off and within the clear cut glass could the image of Gomez’ stout figure and Morticia’s taller frame could be seen as though they were actually trapped within the crystal itself. Upon seeing their daughter, Gomez and Morticia sat up straighter and smiled at Wednesday who only stared blankly at them, blinking slowly like a cat does when trying to convey their emotions to their owners. “There’s my little death moth, how’s Nevermore been treating you?” Gomez started as Morticia only took in her daughter’s expressions with a curious furrow in her brow but she didn’t speak upon it. Yet.

“Same as usual, however-“ “however you have found love, with a girl perhaps?” Wednesday straightened at her mother’s words. “How did you-“ “call it a mother’s intuition my dear death blossom.” Morticia’s unnerving voice cut her off as she looked to Gomez who was already looking at her, love sick. “Our daughter has found love Gomez, the ancestors must’ve blessed her already.” Gomez only grasped Morticia’s hand that rested on the chair arm tightly. “That’s amazing ‘tish, our little cope has found her forever mouse to play with until she too becomes a viper, until she becomes an Addams.” Wednesday perks up at this, her parents were indirectly giving you their blessing to marry her, to join your soul with hers as one until the end of your shared days.

Enid, still in the room, was trying her hardest not to squeal in excitement. Sure this event wouldn’t be until later down the line but she hopes she becomes your guys maid of honour.

[littlemissomega]

Hungry

alpha!Rhyand x omega!reader

Summary: Rhysand finds a way to make his mate eat during her heat

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, teasing, reader not wanting to eat but Rhys convincing her too, bargaining, heat and rut, overstimulation, mention of biting/marking, breeding kink, pet names (Alpha, Omega, little dove, baby), wing play/stimulation, food play if you squint, bad writing, not proof read

Note: Both characters have sensitive wings.  Sarah J. Mass created the character “Rhysand” in the book series “A Court Of Thorns and Roses” 

Masterlist

“Alpha nooo! I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Shh little dove,” Rhysand coos, “It’s for your own good!”

“I don’t wanna, I just want you!” Y/ whines.

“You have to eat, baby. What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t feed my omega?”

“I don’t need food, I need you!” Y/N wiggles her hips up as if to prove it. Rhysand groans.

Since the mating bond snapped into place almost 2 days ago, Rhysand and Y/N have been caught in a frenzy of searching hands and unquenchable need. Naturally, it triggered YN’s heat and Rhysand’s runt. But while Rhysand had suffered the sweat drenched, desperate and foggy musk of his runt before, this is Y/N’s first heat. Rhysand nearly chokes on her needy scent, struggling to control himself. Everything from her dripping pussy, peaked nipples, ruffled hair, and glazed over eyes makes him want to fuck her silly. Well, more silly. She squirms under his graze.

“Omega, you have to eat,” Rhysand orders, voice shifting into that dominant husk that makes Y/N’s bones turn to jello and every fiber of her being needs to obey him.

The burning pit in her core that had been temporarily appeased threatens to swallow Y/N whole. She writhes, gripping the sheets and moaning.

“Pleaseee! I need you in me now! Feel so empty, Alpha, it hurts so bad so achy! Need you so bad!” she babbles. Rhysand moans at the sight.

“You really will be the death of me, little dove,”

Rhysand pulls her into a sitting position- having to support her weak body- into his lap. His fingers graze the tips of her wings, and Y/N almost cums on the spot. She instinctively grinds against his hard cock. A growl rips from his lips and he grabs her hips, stilling her. 

“I’m feeling partially gracious, so I’ll make you a deal, mate,” he groans into her ear, pushing her sweat stick hair back.

She whimpers in response, breathing in his scent deeply. He smells of Ilirian leathers, fresh parchment, night drenched breezes, and cracking fire. The fire goes straight to her core.

“You eat what I feed you, and I’ll let you warm my cock while you do it,” Rhysand proposses, picking up the bowl of praise and little pieces of bread he summoned earlier.

“Okay, please, Alpha, just need you in me so bad!” Y/N practically cries. His cock twitches under her before he slides in in one fluid movement

Y/N clutches Rhysand’s shoulders as she struggles to adjust to his size. She’d lost count of how many times he’s made her cum, but it never seems to be enough. Her body craves more, more, more. Needs it. He becomes the very air she breathes in the frenzy of her first heat.

She tries moving on him, but he grabs her nips, anchoring her against him. Y/N lets out a moan and he takes the opportunity to pop a grape in her mouth. 

“Chew,” he orders.

Her jaw obeys on its own accord.

She swallows to say, “Alpha, please, I need more!”

“Yes you do need more grapes, little dove!” Rhysand coos, slipping two more in her mouth.

Y/N pouts, but chews and swallows all the same. She wiggles her nips, searching for some kind of friction; causing Rhys to pinch her thigh.

“Hey!” she exclaims. Rhysand stuff a small pice of bread in her open mouth.

“Be good,l little dove,” 

Y/N swallows and licks the crumbs off her ips. Rhysand’s cock twiches in her. An idea pops in her head.

“Alpha, can I have some more grapes?” she asks innocently.

His brows shoot up.

“Of course, omega,”

Rhysand slips a grape through her lips, but she closes them before he withdowls his fingers. Rhys looks at Y/N curiously until starts gently sucking on his fingers. His eyes fill with lust and a growl bubbles up in his throat.

“Careful,” he advises, every syllable dripping with dominance.

Y/N releases his fingers with a ‘pop’, and bites down on the frappe. The sweet juices fill her mouth and she swallows.

“What do you mean?” she asks, again acting innocent.

Y/N leans forward so her nipples graze Rhs’s toned chest. She wraps her arms around his neck, allowing her fingers to graze his wings. He moans and jerks his hips up into her. Y/N’s head drops against his chest as hot sparks radiate through her.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you little dove?” he groans between his teeth as his cock shifts in her tight walls.

“Eating grapes?” she responds breathily, reaching for a grape and popping it in her mouth. The movement causes her to shift an inch off and back against his cock.

Rhysand’s hand grapes her hips with a near bruising grip.

“You’re making it really fucking hard to be a good mate right now,” Rhys groans against her neck. The area prickles, “Cause all I can think about now is all the very very bad, inappropriate things I want to do to you. And I can’t do all those things if you’re running on an empty stomach,”

“Your cock’s got me feeling pretty full though,” she whimpers, squeezing her tight walls around him.

“Caldron fucking boil me,” Rhys growls before snapping into action.

IN a flash, Y/N is flipped on her back with her knees flush against the sides of her chest. Rhys pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in, causing a moan to slip from her lips. 

“There you go, little dove, is this what you wanted?” Rhysands pants, thrusting into her at a relentless speed.

Every drag of his cock inside her is like fire and light and night exploding, and all Y/N can do is nod, throwing her head back. Every drop of coyness drains from her body.

Rhysand takes the opportunity to connect his lips with her new mating bond. The mark of his fangs is a stark contrast against her flushed skin. Y/N writhes under him as he sucks the freshly injured skin between his lips.

“Oh, is that sensitive?” he rumbles against her skin. Y/N nods again, lacing her fingers through his hair.

Y/N’s chest rises off the bed as Rhys’ thumb makes contact with her throbbing clit.

“And that?”

“Fuckkk, gonna cum, Alpha,” Y/N mewls, her toes curling.

A hand glides across Y/N’s wing, and her world shatters. Stars explose in her vision and every cell and nerve in her body pulse and pound and light on fire.

Y/N can barely control her body and doesn’t know what to do with it at once in the intense pleasure. Her hand slides down and grasps onto Rhysand’s wings, tugging the feathers gently. 

Rhysand’s shouts and moans of pleasure join hers as his hot cum fills Y/N. The overwhelmingly full, warm sensation shocks her as Rhysand’s knot swells into place. Her head falls to the side and her back arches off the mattress. Y/N is subconsciously aware of saying something, but has no control of her words as tears of pleasure glide down her cheeks.

“Holy fucking Mother, ‘s so good, so good oh my god, don’t stop, too much, so full! Fuck feels so good, caldron boil me, fuck you fill me so well, holy fuck feels so full!” Y/N writhes, tugging and twisting on the feathers of Rhysand’s wings.

Rhysand can feel another climax boiling even though his hips had stilled; his knot practically gluing him in place as his mate pulse and squeezes around him. Just the wing stimulation has him right on the edge. 

He grazes his fingers back and forth across his mate’s wings, stimulating her in such a gentle yet instantly pleasurable way. Y/N squirms enough to rock the bed.

“So good, so good, can’t! Oh my Mother, too much!” Y/N babbles, pressing herself further into the mattress. 

“I know, little dove, just one more time. Cum one more time for your mate. I’m gonna cum too, pump you so full of my pups you’ll hardly be able to walk,” Rys groans.

They had never talked about having children before, but in that moment, Rhysand has an uncontrollable need to keep his pretty mate knocked up, glowing, and dripping his cum for the rest of her life.

“One more time,” he repeats as he presses his thumb against the hypersensitive spot on her wing, simultaneously grinding into her as much as his swollen knot will allow. 

“Rhysand!” Y/N screams as he fills her again. Night explodes through the room.

His load of cum fills her to the brim. It feels she’s about to burst as her climax hits her. Y/N’s vision blacks out and all she can feel is Rhysand’s hot cum.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, little dove,” Rhysand moans.

A night drenched breeze cools her sticky skin as the world comes back into reach. Her eyes flutter open to see Rhys panting above her.

“Wow,” she moans breathilly.

“Wow,” he repeats, smirking at her.

Y/N lets go of Rhysand’s wings as she realizes how tight she was gripping them.

“Fuck, are your wings okay? I didn’t know I was being so…”

“Rough? Don’t worry, I liked it, little dove,” Rhys chuckles, flipping them over so Y/N is resting on top of him. She collapses against him.

A whimper slips from her lips and Rhyand’s knot slips deepers inside of her.

“I know, baby,” Rhysand coos, “It’ll go down soon. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Y/N whispers.

“Good,” he repeats, gently rubbing her back.

Y/N’s eyes droop shut and she feels sleep calling as Rhys taps her gently. She hums in response.

“I think I found my new favorite snack,” 

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Would You Touch Me?

Pairing: Gerri Fields x GN! Reader

Warnings : Smut. Virgin Gerri. Stoner Reader. Fingering (Gerri recieving)

18+ MINORS DNI

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College life was a whole different story for Gerri, especially being at NYU. Her roommates had told her that there was a college party happening off campus. One of the frat houses are hosting a party. Just a back to school type of thing for the students after the holidays.

Gerri wandered through the house, hoping to find a brief moment of peace. That was when she heard music completely different to what is playing downstairs. So she knocked before walking inside.

"What are you doing here?" They as Gerri stood in the doorway. Unable to tear her eyes away from them.

"My uh roommate dragged me here." She stuttered out as YN smiled at her.

"Parties aren't your thing either." They questioned as she shook her head. "Lock the door." She gave them a questioning look. "I don't want anyone else in here."

"Do you want me to leave?" She asked them as they smirked at her blushing state.

"If you want to leave." They said as they looked among their shelves of vinyls, looking for an album. "Do you like The Replacements?"

"Yes." She whispered as she locked the door but remained stood up.

"You can sit you know." They told her. "I'm Y/N by the way."

"Gerri." She told them as they soon joined her on the bed. Grabbing their box before rolling one.

"Have you ever smoked before?" They asjed her. She answered with a shake of her head. As much as her parents seemed like hippies, she never had a joint before. "Would you like to try?"

"Yes." She whispered, watching as their tongue brushed lightly over the gum strip before finishing the joint. She found herself drawn to watch their lips. Watching as they placed the roach between their lips before they lit it. Exhaling through their nose.

"Just don't take a deep drag." They told her as they placed the roach between her lips. Watching as she took a small drag before she had coughed slightly. "Good girl." They husked before taking a long one themselves. As they smoked, giving Gerri the occasional drag, not too much for her to be completely stoned. "You know you have beautiful eyes."

"What?" She laughed as the two lay side by side on the bed.

"You do." They told her. "Such a unique shade of green."

"Shut up." She blushed as they watched her intently. Her eyes soon locking onto hers.

"Can I kiss you?" They asked as Gerri gulped. "I would like to kiss you Gerri." They whispered as they brushed hair from her face. Her hand finding their wrist as they gazed into her eyes, waiting for her permission. That was when Gerri leaned in, capturing their lips and kissing them softly. As the kiss went on, Y/N found themselves hovering above her, the kiss had deepened as their tongues danced in unison. She wrapped her arms around their neck, practically pulling them on top of her.

As soon as she felt their growing bulge, she rolled her hips up making them groan. The two became panting messes as she tried to get herself off from underneath them. They pulled apart to look into her eyes before speaking.

"We don't have to go this far." They told her as she ran her hands over her face, hoping to calm her flustered.

"I know." She whispered. "It's just that I'm a virgin."

"That's ok." They told her softly. "That is pretty admirable."

"You think so?" Shs questioned.

"Of course I do." They told her.

"Would you touch me?" She asked them as they smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her once more. She gasped as they played with her nipples through her shirt. Soon kissing and sucking her neck as Gerri moaned.

"Take it off." Y/N told her as they played with the fabric off her shirt. She lifted it over her head as Y/N smiled softly at her, kissing her once more as their hands wandered over her bare stomach. "You are gorgeous." They whispered as Gerri sighed when they wrapped their lips around one of her nipples, sucking softly as their hand moved to between her thighs. Applying pressure against her jean covered core, causing Gerri to buck her hips. They soon unbuttoned her jeans as their hand made their way inside. Pushing her underwear to the side as they gathered her wetness before they rubbed on her clit.

They pulled back to watch as she moaned, studying how her body had reacted to their touch. When they inserted a finger, her mouth was agape, moans spilling from her lips as they thrust in at a steady pace. Loving the feeling of her wrapped around their fingers. Soon adding another and curling them, hitting her g spot make her arch her back. They watched as her face contorted into one of pleasure.

"Let go for me." They husked in her ear before kissing her neck softly. Loving the feeling of her skin, already growing addicted to her moans. When she moaned lewdly, cumming over their fingers. Y/N watched as she soon calmed down.

"What about you?" She questioned as they shook their head no.

"Let me get to know you more. Date you if you'd like." They told her as they wiped their hand on the sheets.

"I'd like that." She whispered before pulling them in for a kiss. Being grateful to her roommate for dragging her here in the first place. Finding the person who would change her life for the best.

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Id really like to credit my friend panda for helping me out on editing my story because they noticed mistakes I made <3 besides I'd like to have new ideas so it you guys want me to do something new like, new ships or share your plot ideas it'd be great !! I do oc/yn X any character from any show and game and fluff+nsfw+angst ect!!

First times in a relationship's can be scary especially if everytime you've had sexual contact, it wasn't filled with love you so desperately craved

Husk and angel had formed a friendship after their bonding near the bar that night, it was clear to everyone that there was more than friendship between the two and after awhile they made their attraction be known and a loving relationship blossomed between them but they promised to never let this relationship out the hotel to reach the ears of Valentino, angels boss. Many months has passed since they made it official and they found themselves at the 8 month mark, husk being the awkward romantic he is, he wanted it to be something immensely special for angel just to show how much he genuinely loved him.. Husk examined the stores down the pathways of the somewhat busy area but no matter how hard he searched all he could find was bondage stores, lingerie stores ect; and he didn't want that, he didn't want angel to think he was just like all the rest of the men he had to deal with and additionally, husk wasn't a big.. sex fiend.. sure he got urges but he had boundaries and the thought of leather wear and overly threatening sex felt disgusting to him, so he despised these types of stores..eventually after a long day of trying to search he sighed, he'd been to every ring, even the lust ring, but still he hasn't found what he felt was right for angel, what was he supposed to get for someone that gorgeous? He was down on his luck til he heard two strangers talking down the sidewalk as if they were married and raised his head to look at the imps. One imp had black hair, 'a girl' he noted absent-mindedly, and the other imp had white hair, 'a guy'." 'excuse me? Sorry, I don't mean to listen in on you folks but am I right to assume you're both..?" "Together? Yea we're married' the white haired imp spoke, his voice kind of scratchy that made husks ears twitch ever so slightly, 'great! I need help, me and my boyfriends 8 month mark is comin' up and I can't find anything romantic.. everywhere I look it's just.. sex novels or over-the-top sexual stores.'

The black haired imp girl spoke excitedly, her southern accent bounced off of her husband's demeanor like a bouncy-ball on a whiteboard "Well hi thereee! You're alright to ask, sugar —"

"I'd suggest checkin' out LooLoo Land stores! Even though its a theme park they have the gosh darnedest cutest things, my mox got me a thang from there!' 'christ' husk thought to himself, already he formed a headache solely because of her loud voice but despite it, he thanked her, she was kind enough to help "thanks" *his deep voice grumbled but his expression was as if he were genuinely trying to force an awkward smile and eventually they changed paths and husk found himself on the way to the infamous looloo land, loud blaring music and the sound of kids screaming and crying made husk furrow his brows and groan but it was worth it to find something angel could love..perhaps after an hour of searching he found it.. a stand filled with stuffed animals and one caught his eye immediately.. a white bear with crossed out red eyes stitched in along with round red cheeks at each side of its smile,

he knew it'd be beyond perfect for his angel and he threw a coin at the stand-man, a determined look plastered on his face. Husk picked up the toy-gun and shot water at the wooden stands. No matter the amount of times he hit them though, the standman rigged the game and after draining his coin pocket dry, Husk had enough and tackled the man. Pulling him close by the collar and holding a sharp claw up to his neck. "Give me the fuckin' bear." He growled, and while he would usually never lose his composure, he was not going to let that bear be dangled in front of him. Feeling the man shudder with a nod, he backed away to let him grab his prize; the bear and his money back in full. He loved it, the texture of the bear and the way it felt on his fur made him know Angel would adore it. A proud look made its way to his face subtly and he walked out of the park happily, believing that to be enough from LooLoo land today. he deserved everything. Angel deserved the universe, in Husk's eyes and as he walked, he found his eyes gravitating towards a jumper on the way back home. It was beautiful; the jumper was white with flowers trailing up the sleeves in pink stitching and a heart cutout on the chest and on the back. It looked as if it was made for Angel, with a lighter wallet and a newfound bag in his claws, along with a bouquet of Devil-Eye flowers (Mammon Special!) he made his way back home. Husk smiled as he walked through those hotel doors and stood in front of sir pentiouses big portrait on the wall and sighed. "Wish me luck, buddy." he muttered as he made his way to the second floor of the hotel and faced the door of Angel's room, staring at the picture of his boyfriend and their friends. It made Husk's heart melt and his fur grow hot at the beauty of Angel. with courage that took a few minutes to tame, he twisted the doorknob and opened it to see his Angel sitting with a book in his top hands. He cleared his throat lowly and watched as Angel perked up and smiled, "Whiska's! Ya made it!" he said In disbelief

lord, Angel adored husk more than afterlife itself

He knew Husk was genuine, but a part of him still doubted he'd show up for their 8th month. He was pleasingly surprised to be wrong as he pecked both sides of Husk's face and massaged his fingers into his cheek fluff and slid them up to scratch behind his ears; causing Husk to purr and melt lovingly into his touch and for his leg to ever so slightly start thumping "ah what's this then husky, this fa' mee?" Angel said teasingly, his tone joking to ready himself to be wrong. Angel couldn't believe it, he nervously took the gifts and smiled at the bouquet 'husk' he spoke 'i don't know what ta' say..' his voice seemed much softer as he sat down in his bed, the silk curtains draped up and the pink lighting above set such a pretty tone to the scene.. he placed the flowers down against his bedside table before taking a look at the jumper, sliding straight into it and it fit so perfectly. Husk could barely believe his eyes, all four arms fit so perfectly and angel suited it so well, it made husk feel hot N heavy, his cheeks slightly pink tinted 'i knew you'd like it ange' " he smiled softly just before angels tears slipped, his hand covering one side of his face to wipe his tears.. husk didn't know how to respond, 'aye what's wrong ange'.. do you not like it? I can take it bac-" "no!- no I love it I just.. didn't.. expect it' he admitted with a smile.. the two of his arms connected to his waist wrapped around himself like a self hug.. his heart was racing and in that moment husk was the only one he cared for, the only one he ever wanted to be with and die with.. he placed a kiss against husks lips, but it was soft, like their lips had barley even touched.. and before he could respond again he made contact with the bear husk had 'won' for him and got ecstatic "huska' it looks like me' awh you big-' he immediately wrapped his arms around husk and buried his cheek into his head, his fingertips stroking his cheek.. Husk laughed and held angels back to pull him closer, like this hug wasn't enough contact for him.. in the moment it's like a piece of a puzzle finally clicked and he took a deep breath, pulling away and holding one of angels hand 'i.. want.. you to know I'm ready' he smiled and this confused angel, 'ready fa' what huskie..' he responded like his heart dropped to his stomach 'to be intimate with you' he whispered, his eyes drifting up to meet angels gaze 'oh.. huska' don't force ya'self for lil ol' me.. I can wai-" "no, I want this.. I want you but I don't know.. what, I'm doing.. I'm scared I'll embarrass myself y'know' he sighed as he traced his fingers through his hair to push it back, a huff leaving his lips and his eyelashes fluttering shut to avoid angels stare 'aright then but.. I.. can help, we all start somewhere yaknow?'

It'd been awhile since husk had been intimate with anyone, the last time he did he was alive and walking earth, but this felt so different because he WANTED to be perfect for angel.. so he smiled and took his boyfriends hands, and kissing him, a passionate, gentle kiss that burned straight through with not just love but lust too, for once angel felt genuinely... Turned on by the thought of sex and he slowly shuffled down, propping himself up on his bottom elbows while his other arms hoisted around husks neck, the dim room only lit by the pink lighting above angels bed had made it feel so much more perfect, husk, being the nervous guy he was didn't know where to touch him so instinctively he moved his hands up to hold angels chest fluff and immediately angel pushed back, panting with only drool stringing their lips together, 'shit, I'm sorry' husk said immediately before angel shook his eyes, eyes wide and breath heavy 'nono, husk it's okay I just want expecting it, it's hard to..' husk frowned and lay flat against angel, his head against his chest fluff 'we don't have to do this ange' trust me I'm not a sex-maniac, I'll wait til you can feel safer with this whole thing' he spoke reassuringly, his hands moving up to hold angels cheeks, swirling his thumb just under his eye 'husk, it's fine, I want this but it's hard to.. know what people are gonna do when all I've ever been through was abuse and unconsenting touchy sex yaknow..' 'yea I know sweetheart' husk lifted himself up a little, angels legs around his waist as he peppered soft kisses down his neck towards his arms 'ill be gentle with you my love.. let me show you what love is, trust me, all I ever want to make you feel is my love'

And with that angel smiled and nodded, his head slowly cocking back as a sign of angel giving himself over to husk, at this point they could hear their own heartbeats as well as each others heartbeat, the sensuality raising the heat through the roof as husk slipped off angels shorts..his hand sliding down his hips and down his v-line til eventually he found himself grasping at angels cock, slowly moving his hand in a up and down motion while undressing himself, angels moans felt like music to his ears, knowing he was capable of actually making angel feel good sent knots of love and lust into his gut and he craved so much more..

but at the same time, watching angels face, his brows furrow and his mouth agape, his pretty waist jolting up and his hips bucking into husks touch as if he wanted more friction, god he looked gorgeous like that and husk let his desires take control. He pulled his hand away and slid his arms under angels back with his palms behind angels head, fingers interlocked into his hair before finding himself entering angels hole, a groan leaving his lips while angel wrapped his arms around husk, their bodies close enough to make the heat somehow hotter, angel seemed to grip onto husks fur and pull like he needed even closer so husk obliged and pushed himself up against angel, his head buried in his chest fluff and loud purrs alongside moans escaped his lips, he was quite the sensitive man, not very aggressive dominant, and angel adored it, The shockwaves of love being pumped into angel overwhelmed him, when it was more loving, it just felt better to angel, he let this pleasure be known via his whimpers, moans, cries, whispered begs for more, not just that but his body reacted so strangely.. his legs twitched and perked up sometimes and his hips arched upwards, the spiders hands gently stretching behind husks ears 'good kitty' angel whispered 'fuck, my god' hmmnph.." be cried out quietly all the while husk slowly thrusted into angel, his dick twitching inside angel causing a reaction from both of them, husker tightened his hug like grip on angel, holding him closely 'i love you, i love you, god.. i love you angie..' he moaned in chants, his hips bucking and his hands squeezing his hair, gently tugging at it as he opened his mouth, drooling a little as he did so.

Angel let his head fall back and succumbed to husks movements and words, his eyes slowly drifting backwards and eventually his moans became so loud that they clogged his throat sometimes, he was choking on his own pleasure.. his legs squeezing around husks waist and his hands unable to comprehend where to hold next. He wanted all of husk so he tried to speak through his moans despite the struggle 'i love ya.. t..oo..gh..whiskas" he whined out just as he felt himself release on his own chest..his hand moving up to cover his mouth and muffle his pretty moans.. and the sight of that to husk sent electricity down his guts, and almost like a wild animal, his last thrusts became power filled and he moved his arms from under angel, he found himself squeezing under angels thighs while also lifting them up a little, and let himself vunerabalise, his semen filling angel quickly. He forgot how good it felt to be intimate like that with someone and it was enough to make them both moan while hugging at eachother tightly.. the relaxation setting in while they gently rode their high out together "Christ" husk huffed through a chuckle, slowly pulling away from angel and sitting up, his eyes focusing on the quite red and lovely spider Infront of him.. he finally faced his fear and he did it, he let himself be that vulnerable with someone, "You ain't gonna leave are ya?' angel said almost nervously, despite his broken speaking and loud breathing, there was a sense of seriousness and scarseness to it 'what? No, no, baby, I'm just gonna get ya something to eat.. I ain't gonna just have sex with ya and not treat ya like a prince after' he reassured while standing up, sliding on a dark red robe he left behind the last time he went to angels, a smile forming from ear to ear that made angel feel easy 'ya really doin' that fa' me?' he spoke back as he pulled up the silk bedsheets, not taking his eyes of husk the entire time.

'of course ange, sweetheart, you deserve it' husk responded while leaning in and laying a kiss on angels forehead

[evermourning]

𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 - lee minho (from the vault)

pairing: lee minho x reader (bewitched series part nine, from the vault)

genre: angst but not really, hurt/no comfort, non!idol au, university!au, unrequited love

wc: 1k

warnings: mentions of sex (mdni), mentioms of alcohol, lowkey fwb!minho, language, slightly religious terminology, yn is very self-deprecating, min is lowkey a dick??, kinda depressing if you ask me

a/n: this was the original idea for minho, but my best friend ults him and really wanted smth fluffy...therefore anything for my bae 😔 but i really loved it and after i scrapped the idea it was like on my mind for quite a bit so we're tayloring this and releasing as a vault fic!! enjoy <3

cracks of moonlight shone through the curtained windows of the small apartment. the idea of it was serene, soft music coming from somewhere you couldn't fathom.

you'd have to sneak back downstairs to the party, full of drunk people dancing and doing things they'd regret in the foreseeable future. god, your friends would kill you for fucking a guy the night before an exam.

all of it was worth it though, if you were in bed with lee minho.

and yet, your feelings were hardly discernible.

lips painted a deep magenta from red wine pressed against each other with nothing but lustful intentions, the sound of skin against skin as two souls merged.

it was unbearable.

when the night ended, he lay in the bed's soft sheets beside you, fingertips barely grazing each other. you wanted to curl up next to him, make yourself comfortable, stay intertwined for as many times as the earth would orbit its golden companion.

"min," you mumbled. "are you awake?"

he nodded, rolling over to face you. "make it quick, yn. i'm really tired."

"do you think we'll ever be more than fuck-buddies?" you didn't want the question to slip off your tongue, but you knew he was most vulnerable at night.

"want me to be honest? not really. you know we're both in it for the sex, anyways. plus, i've got a bad temper and you're so sweet. we'd be a horrid couple." he replied bluntly. "now actually sleep, please. if you don't want to, the door's on your side." and then he rolled back over, his breathing becoming steady as he dozed off. not even realizing the toll his words had on you.

you let your head sink into the pillow, mirroring your sinking heart as your eyelids fluttered shut. a single tear crept from the corner of your eye, sliding down your cheek. as if it was some unthinkable crystalline fragment, you delicately wiped it off your face, keeping it in your hand.

this is better than nothing, your brain murmured softly. why are your eyes misty? be grateful he's asleep beside you.

you'd do what you always did. push out the insensitive words, let his sweet nothings replay in your head until you were numb. allowing yourself to let him have you for the night, morosely wiping away every drop of ink that fell from your quill as you signed a deal with the devil.

you fucking sinner.

when you awoke the next morning, you were alone. as always, minho left before the sun's early awakening, stuffing your hopes and dreams into his bag and leaving with them.

this time, you swore. swore that you'd never be entangled in his web again. swore that you should never waste your time and energy for someone who didn't love you like you loved them. swore that this would end.

but...it didn't.

lee minho continued to haunt your life, mind, soul, and dreams, withering away at you until you were a husk.

...

"i can't believe you got an a after that hangover, holy shit." hyunjin said as you sat on the sofa beside him. "i guess you really did prove me wrong when it came to you winging shit like that."

you giggled, swatting his shoulder slightly. you were honestly focusing more on what your peripheral vision was seeing than your best friend. minho lived in this house. what if he was here right now?

"i'm going to go use the bathroom, see you in a bit." you said quickly, hyunjin nodding as he pulled out his phone. as you slipped into the bathroom, you left the door cracked, and looked into the mirror. what was it about you, you thought, scrutinizing every miniscule detail of your anatomy, that turned minho away? what compelled him to leave you, to run away from your touch?

it was like he only craved it temporarily, for his own pleasure.

as you stared at yourself, the door slowly swung open to reveal the man of your darkest nightmares and loveliest dreams standing, looking at you in a way you knew all too well.

"is that rose-scented perfume?" minho asked, slowly coming closer. you nodded hesitantly, turning to face him. his gaze was intoxicating. dark, brooding men had always been the death of you.

but you made a promise. you swore.

"it is. do you have a problem with it?" when he remained silent, his lips pressed together to form a tight line, you briskly walked past him. "if you have nothing to say, i'm going back down to hyunjin."

before you could move, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to his chest. your heart started rapidly pounding as he kissed you passionately.

"shut the fuck up and let me kiss you." he hissed, before going right back into it. and goddamn it, you had no complaints.

you let his lips slip down to your neck and collarbone. they moved swiftly, knowing exactly where your sensitive spot was.

you let him pull you into his bedroom, dimming the lights as he pushed you down. you let him cover your mouth with one hand, so that hyunjin would be completely oblivious to what you had been doing.

but you broke a promise.

you swore as his hands roamed across your bare skin, enjoying every scrap of his affection you could receive, like a pitiful, malnourished dog. every sound that left his swollen lips was a mournful hymn that your starving cochlea relished.

you loved lee minho like you loved the blue sky and soft wind of august. but in the most tragic of ironies, he wasn't yours to love in the first place.

he wasn't yours to lose, either.

so you allowed yourself to relinquish your spirit to him. one day, your ghost would melancholically travel this world searching for his soul in the afterlife, and he would spurn you there too.

being haunted by a man like him was simply sickening.

and yet, you craved it.

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Pastor X reader part 4. Y/N drinks with husk. Wowza.

The title says it all, hoes.

TW: YN being a sad bitch, Al being an ass, just val

You were sad, very sad, so tired of Al. You were sitting at Husk's bar. He poured you vodka, you sigh, "down the hatch," you pour it all down your throat. It burns, "fuck." Youd only drink terrible 'voodoo ranger' beer at a friend's house.

"Ya like it?" Husk adds, you were growing on him.

"Eh. The only booze I've drunk is some shitty beer at a friend's place at age 14." I smirk

"Wow... that's an interesting booze story. That must have been fun..?"

"Not really. I was the youngest, and smallest but somehow a heavy weight?"

"Really? Damn. Thats... commendable."

"I was kinda made to drink by a friend's friend. She was a bitch."

Husk chuckles, "huh? Seems like you definitely had experiences growing up?"

You shrug. You keep drinking, thinking over your life. You didn't really regret that much... maybe that one time you let your dads cats escape and they disappeared, poor Clyde.

Maybe you should have picked better friends... Maybe not druggies, criminals, all the bad kids. Fuck, your going for a walk. You excuse yourself from the bar and step out of the hotel.

The hellish air smells like... cum and regrets.. ew... You keep walking. You see some... distasteful things... there is an overlord... Valentino... is that the one Angel always hates on? Fuck. The demon is a moth, with pimp attire. Run bitch, run. He sees you. Damn, run faster. Your shoe falls off, keep running, hoe.

He catches up to you, grabs your shoulder.

He has a Spanish accent, "Oh mi amor, what's your name?"

"It's Y/n." You say, for once praying Al would find you.

"Your Angel's little friend, hm? We could use you at the studio."

"No thanks.." You try to dash off.

He grabs you. You scream. Alastor travels through the radio and finds you.

"Oh deer, are you alright?" Al asks.

"Val... Valentino's here.."

Al rubs your head, "it'll be okay, my dear."

He starts attacking Val using his radio waves, keeping Val far enough for me to escape.

You return to the Hazbin Hotel, so tired you almost fall asleep. Angel-Dust sees you. Your laying on the couch, back scrunched up.

"Wake up tits! Al and Val got into a fight! Alastor fucking won!"

"Oh. Cool, he won? The fight was kinda over me... Val saw me, tried to make me work for him." I frown.

"Oh. Really, you had TWO men fighting over you? Wow.." Angel chuckles.

"Hey Angel?"

"Yesh, suga' tits?" He replies, a new York and slight Italian accent.

"Is Angel Dust your real name?"

"Can I tell you the truth?" He asks hesitantly.

"Of course, dude."

"Angel Dust is not my name, imagine actually being named after a drug," he chuckles, "its Anthony, don't tell anyone."

You chuckle.

You go to sleep. You wake up in the middle of the night. Yoi go to the bathroom. Ugh your stomach hurts from that booze. Shit.

After puking your guts out, you go to Husk.

"Husk, is there snacks at the bar? I'm hungover."

He hands you Chilli cheese fries. You eat them. You explain your day. He gives you a reassuring smile.

"Have you ever read No Longer Human?"

"Nah, why ya askin?" He asks gruffly.

"I've been thinking about it. It's really dark."

"Well... with a name like that, no shit tits."

You start to fall asleep at the bar. He places you on the couch.

(Another chappie done. Fuck breaks)

[blakeswritingimagines]

Hello, I Love You

Word Count: 9.8k

Warnings: Yandere! Husk, Fingering, Biting, Breath play, Eating out, Overstimulation, Degradation, Pet names (Pet, Little lamb), Coercion, Cheating, Dub-Con and mention of rape, Mention of drinking (It's Husk), Slight Begging, No protected PnV, PWP. If I've missed anyway let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hazbin Hotel characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

In the shadows of a dingy bar, where the scent of cigars and desperation lingers, a slender figure sits on a worn-out barstool, stirring a glass of whiskey. His name is Husk, a grizzled old soul who has seen it all. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, fix on the figure at the far end of the bar. Your name rang over and over again in his head since he first heard it, a vibrant soul with a heart that is oblivious to the storm brewing within Husk. As he watched you laugh with your partner, a flame of possessive fury ignited within his chest.

Oblivious to the intense gaze fixed on you, you chat with your boyfriend, laughter occasionally escaping your lips. The atmosphere in the bar is a mix of comfort and melancholy, the flickering neon lights casting a dim glow over the faces of regulars and newcomers alike. Little do you know, just a few feet away, Husk watches your every move, his eyes burning with a possessive fire that threatens to consume him. His crimson gaze finally breaks away from the sight of you, turning back to his drink. "I'm not sure what you're laughing at," he mutters under his breath, his voice roughened by years of bitterness and regret. "But I swear if you keep looking at him like that…" A dangerous glint appears in his eyes, a silent promise of retribution lingering in their depths. Husk's gaze flicks back to you as he mutters to himself. Each laugh and smile you direct at your boyfriend stokes the flames of his jealousy, igniting a dangerous and possessive fire within his soul. The grip on his glass tightens, the knuckles of his hand turning white. "Keep laughing and smiling like that, and you're just begging for trouble," he mutters, his voice low and gravelly. "You don't realize who you're playing with."

Days pass, and you live your life, completely unaware of the turmoil and possessiveness brewing in Husk's mind. The memory of your laughter and smiles still lingers in his thoughts, tormenting him like a relentless ghost that he wasn't the one making you smile, and laugh like that. The urge to possess you, to claim you as his own, continues to burn deep within the recesses of his soul, leaving him restless and brooding. One night, as Husk sits alone in the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey, a sudden realization hits him like a punch to the gut. Every time he saw you with your darling partner, it was as if a knife twisted in his heart. The thought of you belonging to someone else filled him with a crushing sense of loss and despair. Anger and frustration bubble up within him, the familiar fire of jealousy burning in his eyes. "You're mine. You're supposed to be mine," he whispers to himself, the words filled with a mix of despair and possessiveness. While the memory of Husk haunts your thoughts, you can't help but feel a strange sense of discomfort mixed with curiosity. The possessiveness in his eyes and the possessive air he carries around himself makes you feel a bit uneasy. You're also already in a relationship, and you can't shake the feeling of loyalty and duty to your boyfriend. However, a small part of you can't help but feel drawn to Husk, pulled by an inexplicable force that you don't understand or want to acknowledge. As you wrestle with these confusing emotions, Husk remains in the background, watching and waiting. His patience is wearing thin, however, and each passing day fuels his growing frustration. He knows he shouldn't care about someone like you, but he does. And it bothers him, how you've managed to sneak under his skin despite himself.

Despite Husk's best efforts to rationalize and deny his growing feelings for you, his thoughts were consumed by your presence. He knew he shouldn't care, that he had no right to possess you, but the mere sight of you with your boyfriend sent a fresh wave of fury coursing through his veins. Each day that passed only fueled his growing frustration, a constant reminder of the fact that the one he craved was already claimed by another. As the tension and frustration within Husk reach their breaking point, he finally snaps. Driven by a combination of his possessive desire and pent-up anger, he devises a desperate plan. He follows you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When the opportunity presents itself, he forcefully abducts you, pulling you into the shadows with a sense of calculated precision. As you walk down the dimly lit sidewalk, lost in your thoughts, a sudden strong hand clamps down on your mouth, muffling your surprised gasp. A secondhand snags your arm, yanking you off balance and into a nearby alleyway. Your body collides with a hard surface behind you, a strong arm wrapping around your waist, holding you in place. A masculine voice grunts in your ear, "Shh." "Don't scream," Husk hisses, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your flesh as he presses his body flush against yours. "I need to talk to you, and I won't let anyone interrupt us." His words are laced with a dark intensity, leaving no room for argument. With a swift motion, he releases your mouth, only to trail his fingers along your jawline, tilting your head to face him. Those piercing crimson eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of resistance or betrayal.

The alleyway is dark and deserted, the dim light from a nearby streetlamp casting eerie shadows on the pavement. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mixture of fear and confusion coursing through your veins. Husk looms over you, his body pressed against yours in a possessive gesture. His grip is firm, holding you in place with unexpected strength. His breath caresses your skin as he leans in closer, his eyes locking with yours, a dangerous mixture of possessiveness and desire burning within him. "You're driving me crazy," Husk murmurs, his lips barely brushing against your earlobe. His free hand trails down your arm, fingertips tracing patterns onto your skin that send shivers up your spine. "Every damn time I think about you…it's all I can fucking do not to march into that hotel and drag you out myself." His voice is low, rough with suppressed anger and unspoken longing. He pulls away slightly, enough to allow you a glimpse of his flushed cheeks and clenched jaw. The proximity between you both sends a jolt of electricity through your body, making your stomach flutter. You swallow hard, feeling your pulse quicken under Husk's touch. "What do you want?" you manage to ask, your voice shaky. "Fuck, what don't I want?" Husk retorts, his gaze dropping to your lips before quickly darting back up to meet your eyes. His hand moves from your arm to cup your chin, angling your face towards him. "I want to hear you moan my name," he confesses, his thumb gently rubbing over your bottom lip. "I want to taste every inch of you until you're writhing beneath me, begging for release." His words are a heated whisper, filled with raw desire and barely restrained lust.

Your breath hitches at his confession, apprehension swirling within you. "And what if I'm not ready for that?" you say, your voice tinged with uncertainty. Despite the fear creeping its way into your mind, you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of his attention. "And I'm seeing someone else…" A low growl rumbles in Husk's throat, his grip tightening on your chin. "Doesn't matter," he snaps, his voice laced with a possessive edge. "I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be with. All I care about is getting you alone and having you all to myself." His words are harsh, but there's a hint of vulnerability underlying his assertiveness. He steps back, releasing your chin but keeping his hand on your shoulder, anchoring you to him. Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the turmoil inside you. "Why should I trust you?" you ask, looking up at him through lashes wet with unshed tears as you wanted nothing more than to just leave right in that moment even if it meant acting like nothing happened. "You've been nothing but rude and dismissive…" Husk lets out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "Trust? What's that got to do with anything?" He leans in closer, his warm breath fanning across your cheek as he speaks in a low, husky tone. "I'm not asking for your trust, sweetheart. I'm telling you how it's going to be. You're drawn to me, whether you admit it or not, and I plan on exploiting that attraction until you're putty in my hands." His words are blunt and crude, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Your stomach twists with unease, a shiver running down your spine at his predatory words. "You're delusional if you think I'd ever let you take advantage of me like that," you retort, mustering up a defiant glare despite the tremor in your voice. You try to step away, but his grip on your shoulder tightens, holding you in place. "I'm not some conquest for you to claim, Husk. I have feelings, desires, and a life outside of this hotel. If you truly cared about me, you'd respect that." Your words hang heavy in the air between you, a challenge thrown down at his feet. Inside, your emotions war between fear and a traitorous spark of intrigue, torn between the urge to flee and the curiosity to see how far he might push this dangerous game. His eyes narrow, studying your face intently as if he could read every thought swirling within you. "Feelings, huh?" He muses aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And what exactly do those feelings tell you about yourself, hmm? About us?" He leans in closer still, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he whispers, "Maybe you crave the danger, the thrill of being claimed by someone as powerful and dominant as me." His free hand trails down your arm, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "Instead of that pathetic little thing, you call a partner." Your breath catches in your throat as his words wash over you, painting vivid images in your mind that both excite and terrify you. You shake your head vehemently, trying to dislodge the thoughts. "That's not true," you insist, but even to your own ears, the denial rings hollow. Deep down, a part of you yearns for the kind of raw, primal passion he represents - the kind that consumes and overwhelms you until nothing remains but sensation and need. "I…I'm not like that," you stammer, but your resolve is crumbling fast beneath the intensity of his gaze. "I don't want to be just another notch on your bedpost… I just wanna leave, Husk."

He chuckles darkly, the sound low and menacing. "Oh, sweet thing, you already are," he murmurs, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively. "From the moment you walked through those doors, you were mine to claim." His other hand reaches out, tracing the curve of your jaw before tilting your face up to meet his piercing stare. "But fine, let's play your little game. You want to leave, huh? Then prove it." He releases you abruptly, stepping back with a wave of his hand. "Go on, run off into the night. See how far you get without me to guide you." His expression turns mocking, a cruel glint in his eye. "I dare you." The challenge hangs heavy in the air between you, a siren's call that tempts and taunts. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, a frantic drumbeat echoing the chaos of emotions coursing through you. Part of you yearns to take the dare, to defy him and prove your independence, while another part - the part that craves the safety of his embrace - screams at you to stay. But the desire to assert your autonomy wins out, and you stand up, brushing past him with a defiant tilt of your chin. "Fine then," you say, voice steady despite the quiver in your knees. "I'll show you…" Watching you walk away, Husk lets out a low, appreciative hum. There's no missing the predatory gleam in his eyes as he tracks your movements, every sway of your hips and flicker of light across your curves sending a jolt of arousal straight to his loins. With a smirk playing on his lips, he raises his glass to his mouth, taking a slow sip of his drink as he watches you go. "Run along, little bird," he murmurs under his breath, the words laced with a promise of danger and delight. "I'll be right there, ready and waiting to catch you again."

As you step outside into the cool night air, the weight of Husk's gaze upon you is almost palpable, a tangible force pushing you forward. You find yourself drawn towards the familiar streets of hell, each step a silent affirmation of your decision to leave. Yet, the further you stray from the warmth of the hotel and the intoxicating presence of Husk, the more you question your resolve. The silence that envelops you is deafening, a stark contrast to the lively chatter and music that had filled your senses moments ago. You pause, turning back to glance at the hotel's illuminated windows, a pang of longing gripping your heart. Husk's eyes narrow as he spots you lingering outside, the silhouette of your figure framed by the dim glow of the streetlights. A low growl rumbles in his throat, a primal sound of possessiveness and hunger. In a flash, he's on his feet, stalking towards you with a predatory grace that speaks volumes about his true nature. His hand shoots out, fingers curling around your wrist in an iron grip as he pulls you flush against his chest. "What's wrong, pet?" he purrs, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. "Didn't think you could handle being alone with me? Or perhaps…you missed my touch already?" A shiver runs down your spine as his possessive growl fills the night air. His sudden movement catches you off guard, and you find yourself pressed up against his chest, his strong arms encircling you in a tight embrace. "N-No, I'm fine," you stutter, trying to hide the effect his touch has on you. Husk chuckles darkly, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he holds you close. "Liar," he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Your body betrays you, little one. I can feel your heart racing, and hear the hitch in your breath. You're trembling in my arms, and it's not from the cold." His free hand trails down your side, coming to rest on the curve of your hip. "Tell me what you want. Don't make me pry it out of you."

You tense up as he calls you out for your deception, his grip on your wrist growing tighter. You try to ignore the effect his touch has on you, but he senses your body betraying your true emotions. His words send an involuntary shiver down your spine as he mentions your rapid heartbeat and hitching breath. As his hand trails down your side and comes to rest on your hip, you feel a surge of both fear and unease. You gather up your courage and respond, "Let go of me, Husk." A smirk curls onto Husk's lips, his feline eyes gleaming with mischief and a hint of something darker. "Oh, pet," he murmurs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And miss out on all the fun we could have together? Not likely." He leans in closer, his hot breath washing over your skin as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "I've been watching you for months, wondering how you'd react when our paths finally crossed so closely. And now, here you are, squirming in my grasp like a helpless little thing." Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear his words and feel his hot breath against your skin. You try to pull away from him, but his grip is too strong. His words send a shiver down your spine as you realize that he was watching you for months, waiting for this moment. "Please, Husk," you say, your voice steady despite the fear and unease coursing through your veins. "Please?" Husk repeats, his voice laced with amusement. "That's rich, coming from someone who can't even admit their own desires." He presses you even closer, his muscular frame a wall of solid muscle against your slender form. "Look at you, all wide-eyed and innocent. But deep down, I know you want this just as much as I do." His fingers dig into your flesh gently, tracing the contours of your body before roughly grabbing your wrist and dragging you away.

Your heart sinks as he mockingly repeats your plea, his voice filled with a hint of amusement. The realization of having no choice but to surrender to his will makes your stomach clench with a mix of fear and resignation. As he pulls you closer, his muscular form boxing you in, you struggle to maintain your composure. "No, that's not true," you protest a note of desperation in your voice. Husk chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with triumph as he sees the fear and desperation in your gaze. "Save it for someone who cares, love," he sneers, his voice low and menacing. With a swift motion, he spins you around and pushes you face-first against the bar, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. "We both know you're lying to yourself as much as to me." His free hand roams over your curves possessively, groping and squeezing your rear through your clothing. You gasp as he pins you against the bar, your chest flush with the cold surface. He grabs your wrists, rendering them immobile as he pins them above your head. His words ring in your ears, making your stomach churn with a sense of helplessness. As his free hand roams over your curves. You let out a gasp of surprise and struggle against his iron grip. "No!" you exclaim, your voice. Husk's laughter echoes through the dimly lit bar as you squirm and struggle beneath him. "Oh, come now," he taunts, his hot breath tickling your ear as he leans in close. "You know as well as I do that you're enjoying this." His hand slides lower, fingers dipping beneath the hem of your skirt to stroke the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "Admit it, you've been craving someone to take control, to make you submit to their every whim." His voice drops to a husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine. "And here I am, ready to fulfill all your deepest, darkest fantasies."

Your struggles become half-hearted as his words sink in almost as if you couldn't believe it, stirring something deep within you. His touch sends jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins, contradicting your initial fear. "I… I didn't ask for this," you admit in a shaky voice, your resistance waning. Despite your protests, you can't deny the heat pooling between your thighs at his suggestive words. His words send a jolt of arousal straight through you despite your attempts to resist. You bite your lip hard, fighting back a moan as his fingers brush tantalizingly close to your core. "I… I won't let you…" you stammer, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. Yet even as you speak, your hips betray you, subtly grinding against his touch. Husk smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Oh, but you did," he murmurs, his fingers teasing higher along your thigh before brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. "Your body is screaming for attention, begging me to claim what's mine, unlike that pathetic excuse of your partner." He nips at your earlobe, tugging gently with his teeth. "And I intend to give it to you, whether you like it or not." With a deft motion, he rips your panties away, exposing your slick folds to the cool air of the bar. "Look at how wet you already are," he growls approvingly, circling your clit with a fingertip. "Your body knows exactly what it needs, even if your mind is still trying to resist." A choked gasp escapes your lips as your panties are torn away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable under Husk's intense gaze. The cool air hits your heated flesh, making you shiver, and your arousal only grows as he touches you so boldly. "Stop… please," you whimper, but it lacks conviction, your hips canting upwards to meet his ministrations. The sensation of his finger circling your sensitive nub makes you clench around nothing, desperate for more friction. "This isn't right," you protest weakly, even as your body arches into his touch, craving the pleasure he offers. The contrast between his harsh words and the tender way he strokes you is maddening, driving you closer to the edge with each passing second. "I'm not yours to claim," you insist, but it sounds more like a plea than a declaration of defiance.

Husk chuckles darkly, his finger continuing its relentless assault on your throbbing clit. "Isn't it?" he counters, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your body certainly seems to think otherwise." His free hand reaches out to grip your chin firmly, tilting your face towards his. "Look at me," he commands, his eyes burning with a predatory gleam. As you comply, he leans in close, his hot breath fanning across your flushed skin. "You're here, aren't you? Under my touch, responding to every damn thing I do to you." His thumb presses down harder on your clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. "So stop lying to yourself and admit it—you want this as much as I do." Your breath hitches as Husk's grip on your chin tightens, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze. The intensity in those feline eyes makes your heart race, and you can't deny the truth in his words. Every fiber of your being is attuned to his touch, craving more of the exquisite sensations he evokes. "I… I don't…" you begin, but the argument dies on your tongue as another wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking relief from the building pressure within. "Please," you beg, the word slipping out unbidden. The ache between your thighs demands satisfaction. You're lost in a haze of desire, unable to think straight, let alone resist the demon's advances. Husk smirks triumphantly at your needy whimper, clearly relishing the effect he has on you. "That's it," he croons, his voice low and seductive. "Give in to it, little lamb. Let me make you feel good." His fingers continue their relentless teasing, stroking and circling until you're writhing beneath him, desperate for release. Suddenly, he withdraws completely, leaving you bereft and aching. Before you can protest, however, he grips your thighs and kneels before you, he pushes your legs apart and lowers his head between your thighs. "I bet you taste divine," he murmurs, inhaling deeply. Then, without warning, his tongue delves into your slick folds, lapping hungrily at your essence.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as Husk's mouth descends upon you, his tongue exploring the sensitive flesh with bold confidence. The sensation is overwhelming, his warm, wet muscle gliding effortlessly through your soaked heat. Your hands fly to his head, tangling in his silky fur as you arch into his ministrations, craving more of that delicious friction. "No," you cry out, your voice trembling with pleasure. The way he devours you as if savoring a decadent treat sends shivers coursing through your veins. You've never been touched like this before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying. But as Husk's tongue circles your clit with increasing fervor, any lingering doubts are consumed by the all-encompassing bliss. "Stop." Husk pauses his ministrations, lifting his head to regard you with amusement and frustration. "Why would I stop?" he asks, his voice husky with arousal. "You're enjoying this as much as I am." To punctuate his point, he leans in and drags his tongue along your slit once more, groaning at the taste of your excitement. "Your body doesn't lie, little lamb. It craves my touch and yearns for the pleasure only I can give you." He nips gently at your inner thigh, his fangs grazing the delicate skin. "Just relax and let go. I promise I'll take care of you." With that, he seals his lips around your clit and suckles hard, sending jolts of ecstasy shooting through your core.

Despite your protests, your body betrays you, arching into Husk's skilled touch as he continues his sensual assault. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle nip of his teeth sends sparks of pleasure dancing across your nerve endings. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, your muscles tensing as the pressure builds within you. "Please," you whimper, no longer sure what you're begging for - for him to stop or to never stop. The conflict rages inside you, desire warring with trepidation. As Husk's lips close around your throbbing clit and he suckles greedily, you can't hold back the keening moan that rips from your throat. The sensation is too intense, too overwhelming. Feeling your surrender, Husk intensifies his efforts, his tongue lashing against your swollen bud with relentless precision. His free hand slips between your thighs, fingers finding their way to your slick entrance. He dips a finger inside, curling it slightly to stroke that sweet spot deep within you. "That's it, little lamb," he murmurs against your sensitive flesh, his voice thick with lust. "Let go and come for me." He increases the pressure on your clit, sucking harder while his finger pumps in and out of your clenching walls. The dual sensations are too much, and soon you're writhing beneath him, lost in the waves of pleasure crashing over you. The combination of Husk's talented mouth and probing fingers is driving you mad with need. Your hips buck against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. Every lick, every suckle sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Husk!" you cry out, your voice echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. The world narrows down to the feeling of his tongue and fingers working magic on your overheated body. You're climbing higher, closer to the precipice of release. Then suddenly, without warning, you tumble over the edge. Your entire body tenses as waves of orgasmic bliss crash over you, leaving you gasping and trembling in Husk's capable hands.

Feeling your climax rip through you, Husk draws back slowly, giving you a moment to catch your breath. He smirks up at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Not bad for a beginner," he teases, though there's a hint of pride in his voice. He pulls away completely, standing up to tower over you once again. "Now, let's get you cleaned up before we start round two." With deft movements, he retrieves a warm cloth from the sink behind the bar and begins to gently wipe away the evidence of your pleasure. His touch is still surprisingly tender despite the roughness of earlier. As the aftershocks of your intense orgasm begin to subside, you find yourself sprawled across the bar, limbs heavy and mind hazy. Husk's words penetrate the fog of post-coital bliss, and you realize he's speaking to you. "Round two?" you ask, a mix of trepidation and anticipation coloring your voice. You push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as he cleans you with surprising gentleness. The contrast between his rough handling earlier and this newfound tenderness confuses you. "I thought… I mean, isn't this enough for one night?" Despite your words, your body betrays you, already beginning to stir with renewed desire at the prospect of more of Husk's skilled attentions. "Enough?" Husk chuckles softly, the sound low and rich. He finishes cleaning you up and tosses the cloth aside before turning back to face you fully. His smirk grows wider, revealing a flash of sharp teeth. "Oh no, sweetheart," he drawls, stepping closer until he's mere inches away from you. "We've barely scratched the surface." He leans down, brushing his lips against yours in a teasing kiss. It's brief but loaded with promise – a prelude to what's to come. "And trust me," he murmurs against your skin, "you're going to love every minute of it."

Husk's grip tightens on your arm, his claws digging in just shy of breaking skin. In a blur of motion, he yanks you off the stool and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You bounce slightly as he carries you effortlessly. "Time to continue our fun somewhere more private," he growls, his hand resting possessively on your ass. He strides purposefully towards the elevators, ignoring your protests and struggles. Once inside, he jabs the button for the top floor, caging you against the wall with his larger frame. "Scream all you want, darling," he purrs darkly, his hot breath fanning over your ear. "No one's coming to save you, not even that little boyfriend of yours." You continue to struggle and kick as Husk easily carries you out of the elevator and down the hall. You pound your fists uselessly against his back, cursing and demanding he let you go. Your heart pounds frantically in your chest as you realize the true danger you are in. This demon means to rape you - and there's nothing stopping him. Tears of fear and fury sting your eyes as Husk kicks open the door to what appears to be his private quarters and tosses you roughly onto the bed. You scramble backward, pressing yourself against the headboard as he looms over you with a predatory grin. "Get the fuck away from me!" You scream, reaching for the nearest thing you could use as a weapon - a heavy glass vase on the bedside table.

Husk's laughter echoes through the room as you grasp the vase, his eyes glinting with amusement and lust. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," he drawls, stalking closer with an unhurried grace. "In fact, I'm just getting started." He snatches the vase from your trembling hands, crushing it carelessly between his fingers. Shards rain down, glittering in the dim light. "That won't stop me, not when I've got you right where I want you." Husk advances, pinning you beneath his weight once more. His mouth descends upon yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way past your lips to claim your mouth. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling sharply while the other roams your body, squeezing and groping with a rough intensity. "And I won't let you go now." You gag and choke as Husk's tongue invades your mouth, tasting of cheap liquor and malevolence. Panic surges through you, making it hard to breathe as he manhandles you. Tears stream down your face, mixing with saliva as you struggle to twist away from his suffocating kiss. When he finally releases your mouth, gasping for air, you spit in his face, glaring up at him with hatred. "Fuck you, you monster! I'll never submit to you." You try to knee him in the groin, but he's too quick, catching your leg and wrenching it brutally aside. A searing pain shoots up your thigh as he pins your other leg down as well, leaving you helpless and exposed beneath him. Despite the agony, you clench your teeth and glare defiantly up at him, refusing to break. Husk's eyes flash with fury as you spit in his face, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Oh, you'll submit alright, little lamb." He roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "In the end, they all do." His other hand slides down your body possessively, claws pricking your skin through the thin fabric of your clothes. As you try to fight him off, Husk easily overpowers you, pinning your thrashing limbs with infuriating ease. He chuckles darkly at your feeble attempts to resist, amused by your futile struggles. "Look at you, squirming so prettily for me." He leans down, hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you." Your heart races in terror as Husk's menacing words send chills down your spine. Despite the overwhelming fear, a spark of defiance still flickers within you. You bite down hard on his hand, drawing blood, hoping the pain will deter him. But Husk merely laughs, a cruel sound that echoes through the dimly lit room. "Fucking brat," he snarls, shaking off the pain. His grip on your jaw tightens, forcing you to stare into his feral eyes. "You think a little bite will stop me? I've broken stronger demons than you." With a swift motion, he rips open your shirt, exposing your bare chest to the cool air. His clawed fingers trace the curves of your breasts, sending jolts of pain through your sensitive skin. "Such pretty tits." Husk's touch turns almost gentle as he cups your breasts, thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples. "So responsive too." He leans in closer, warm breath washing over your skin as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "Mmm, you smell delicious…like fear and innocence mixed together." His tongue darts out, licking a slow trail up to your earlobe before nibbling gently. "I could devour you whole, little lamb." One hand continues to explore your body while the other slides down to palm your sex through your panties, rubbing firmly. "But first, let's see how loud you can scream for me…" With a wicked grin, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw blood.

Your heart pounds in your chest as Husk's hands roam freely over your body, each touch sending shivers of fear and arousal coursing through you. You gasp sharply as he bites into your flesh, the sharp pain making you tremble uncontrollably. "Stop…please…" you whimper, tears welling up in your eyes. But despite your pleas, a part of you can't help but be turned on by the situation. The thrill of danger, the feeling of being completely at someone else's mercy…it's terrifying, yes, but also incredibly exciting. And deep down, you find yourself craving more. Husk chuckles darkly at your whimpers, clearly amused by your conflicted reactions. "Oh, I'm far from done with you, sweet thing," he purrs, trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone as his fingers continue their sensual exploration. He hooks a thumb under the elastic of your panties and slowly drags them down your thighs, exposing your slick, heated core to the cool air. "Look at you…so wet already. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Without waiting for a response, he dives between your legs, burying his face in your pussy. His tongue laps at your folds, savoring your taste as he teases your clit with the tip. "Mmm, I could eat this perfect cunt all night." The sensation of Husk's hot mouth on your sensitive flesh sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core. You moan loudly, unable to contain yourself as he lavishes attention on your throbbing clit. Your hips buck involuntarily towards him, seeking more contact. "Fuck…stop," you breathe out, biting down on your lip to stifle another cry. The mix of pain and pleasure from his bite earlier still lingers in your mind, adding an extra layer of intensity to every touch. You can't help but push back against him, desperate for more. Husk groans in approval as you respond eagerly to his ministrations, your body betraying your words. He doubles his efforts, sucking hard on your clit while thrusting two fingers deep inside your clenching channel. "That's it, let go," he encourages, nipping at your inner thigh before returning to feast on your dripping sex. "I want to hear you scream my name when you cum." As he speaks, he curls his fingers to stroke that sensitive spot within you, determined to push you over the edge. The sound of your desperate moans and the scent of your arousal only spur him on, driving him to claim you fully. "How I please you better than your little pitiful partner of yours."

Your entire being seems to focus on the sensations coursing through you, each flick of Husk's tongue sending sparks of delight throughout your body. You squirm beneath him, overwhelmed by the dual assault of his fingers and mouth. "Fuck!" you exclaim, your voice high-pitched and breathy. "Husk…" The name slips past your lips almost unconsciously, a plea for more rather than a command to stop. Your walls clench tightly around his probing digits, desperate for release. "Please," you beg shamelessly, your pride forgotten amidst the onslaught of pleasure. Hearing his name fall from your lips, Husk redoubles his efforts, lapping at your slick folds like a man starved. He sucks hard on your clit, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly with his tongue as he pumps his fingers faster, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you. "Cum for me," he demands, his voice muffled against your thigh. "Let go and give yourself to me completely." His eyes, dark with lust, meet yours, holding your gaze captive as he works you closer to the brink. "No more holding back. I want to feel you shatter in my arms." The combined stimulation proves too much, and you feel your body tensing, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy. "Husk!" you cry out, your voice echoing off the bedroom walls as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you. Your hips buck wildly against his face as you ride out your climax, your inner muscles clamping down rhythmically around his fingers. Stars explode behind your eyelids, and you swear you can feel your heart pounding harder in your ears. As the aftershocks subside, you collapse back onto the bed sheets, gasping for air.

Watching you unravel under his touch fills Husk with a satisfaction he hadn’t realized he craved. There’s a predatory gleam in his eyes as he pulls away from between your thighs, licking his lips clean of your taste. "That's what I wanted to see," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with arousal. Rising up, he straddles your waist, pinning you down with his weight. His cock throbs insistently against your stomach, eager for its own release. "Now it's my turn," he growls, reaching down to position himself at your entrance. Still trembling from the force of your orgasm, you gaze up at Husk with glazed, tear-filled eyes. The sight of his rigid length pressing against your sensitive flesh sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through you. "No, please," you whimper, attempting to close your legs and move away from him. Your hands reach up to grasp his hips, pushing him away from your aching core. The head of his cock nudges against your entrance. "Don't do this," you urge breathlessly, your body arching upward in need like it had a mind of its own. The plea in your voice, the way your hands push against him, only fueled his desire further. With a grunt of effort, he forces his way past your resisting body, sinking into your warmth inch by tantalizing inch until he’s fully sheathed within you. The tightness of your walls grips him like a vice, making him hiss through clenched teeth. "Shut up," he snaps, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. His hips begin to move then, pulling back before slamming into you again and again, each thrust deeper than the last. "Tell me that I'm better."

The pain from his initial penetration gives way to pleasure as he starts moving inside you. Each thrust sends jolts of electricity shooting through your body, lighting up every nerve ending. Despite your earlier protests, your hips meet his movements instinctively, seeking friction and pressure where you desperately crave it. "Fuck…you're so big…" you moan against his mouth, feeling stretched and filled beyond measure. Your nails dig into his back, leaving half-moon marks on his skin as you cling to him for support. A sharp gasp escapes your throat as Husk invades your body, stretching you wide around his thick girth. The initial pain quickly morphs into a searing pleasure that makes your toes curl. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to move, each brutal thrust driving the air from your lungs. "N-no! I won't say it!" you choke out between gritted teeth, determined to maintain some semblance of control despite the overwhelming sensations assaulting your senses. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes as he pounds into you relentlessly, hitting depths you didn't know existed. The denial fuels him even more. His pace quickens, driven by a primal need to dominate and conquer. Each thrust is punctuated by a low growl rumbling deep in his chest, reverberating through both their bodies. "Liar," he snarls against your mouth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. He breaks off the kiss abruptly, raising himself onto his hands so he can watch every expression cross your face as he fucks you mercilessly. "You love it… admit it… now tell me that I'm better than that lousy feeble excuse you claim to love so much."

Your cries crescendo into wails as Husk continues his relentless assault on your body. The raw intensity of his movements leaves no room for anything else - not thought, not feeling, not even breath. "I-I don't…" you pant desperately, struggling to form words amidst the tidal waves of pleasure crashing over you. But how could you deny it? Every fiber of your being sings praises to the sheer brutality of his cock pounding into you unrelentingly. "Fuck… fuck… you're better," you finally concede through gritted teeth, each word torn from your throat as another surge of ecstasy rips through you. A satisfied smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he hears your reluctant confession. His hips snap faster, harder, driving deeper inside you with every stroke. "That's what I thought," he murmurs darkly before capturing your lips once again in a bruising kiss. His tongue explores your mouth fiercely while his hand snakes down between your bodies to circle your throbbing clit rhythmically. "But we're not done yet," he vows against your lips before breaking away to trail hot kisses down along your jawline towards your neck. "Tell me how I'm better." Your mind reels, overwhelmed by the dual assault on your senses - Husk's ruthless fucking and the maddening stimulation of his fingers on your sensitive clit. The combination pushes you precariously close to the edge, your body tensing and quivering with impending release. "B-better… you're b-better than him," you manage to stammer out, your voice ragged and barely coherent. The admission feels like a betrayal, but the pleasure coursing through your veins drowns out any lingering doubts or loyalties. "Your cock… fills me up… makes me feel alive… the most full I've ever felt…" you confess in a desperate whisper, your walls clenching around him as you teeter on the brink of climax.

A pleased purr vibrates deep within his chest at your confession. His thrusts become erratic, almost punishing as he chases after your slick heat. He watches as your body tenses, anticipating your fall over the precipice. "Good little lamb," he coos before leaning down to capture one of your nipples between his sharp teeth. He nibbles gently at first before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh, eliciting a gasp from you. "And who makes you feel this way?" he growls against your skin, his hot breath fanning over the mark left behind by his bite. A strangled cry tears from your throat as Husk's teeth sink into your nipple, sending jolts of painful pleasure straight to your core. The mix of sensations proves too much, and your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. "Y-you! Only y-you!" you sob brokenly, your nails raking down his back as you convulse beneath him. Sparks dance behind your eyelids, your vision whiting out from the intensity of your climax. Distantly, you feel Husk's movements falter, his rhythm growing uneven as he nears his own peak. "Fill me up," you beg deliriously, your body still shuddering with aftershocks. "Please… give me everything…" With a final, brutal thrust, Husk buries himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat. A guttural moan escapes his lips as his release overtakes him, his thick length pulsing as he empties himself deep within your welcoming depths. "Take it all," he snarls, grinding against you as he rides out the waves of his intense climax. Slowly, his movements are still, and he collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. Panting heavily, he nuzzles into your neck, his tongue darting out to lap at the sweat glistening on your skin. "Such a good pet," he praises softly, his voice roughened from their shared passion. "So eager to please your new master."

Your entire body tingles, every nerve ending alight with sensation. As Husk's weight presses you into the bed, you let out a contented sigh, your fingers idly tracing patterns across his back. "I… I never knew it could be like this," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "With someone who understands what I need." Your eyes flutter shut as Husk continues to lavish attention on your sensitive skin, each lick sending another ripple of pleasure coursing through you. A sigh of contentment slips past your lips as you bask in the afterglow of your explosive orgasm. Your limbs are heavy, each movement seeming to take an eternity, but you manage to wrap them around Husk, holding him close. "Mmm…" you hum appreciatively, your eyes fluttering shut as you savor the feeling of being filled completely. "I've never felt so… fulfilled." You admit, your voice drenched in satisfaction. Despite the slight soreness from his vigorous claim, you find yourself craving more of his touch, his presence. "Don't stop," you plead, tilting your hips to encourage another round of passionate lovemaking. Husk chuckles darkly at your words, pleased by your eagerness. His hands roam possessively over your curves, mapping every dip and swell. "Oh, we're far from done, my sweet little pet," he promises, his voice a low, seductive rumble. He shifts his hips, his semi-hard length stirring inside you, already beginning to fill you once again. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he growls, punctuating his words with a sharp nip to your earlobe. One hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you in place as he begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust seems to reach new heights of pleasure, stoking the embers of your desire back to a raging inferno. "And I'll personally take care of that pesky partner of yours."

A shiver runs through you at Husk's promise, his words sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins. You arch into his touch, relishing the way his hands explore your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "That sounds… absolutely terrifying," you admit, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "What are you gonna do?". But despite your initial trepidation, you can't deny the rush of excitement that fills you at the thought of being claimed by Husk. Over and over again. Your breath hitches as he starts moving inside you once more, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent moon marks in their wake, as you cling to him for support. "Oh god… Husk…" you moan, your head falling back onto the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Husk smirks wickedly at your question, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas for your precious partner," he purrs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Maybe I'll start by showing him exactly what it means to take my toy. Teach him how to worship this beautiful body properly." His hands slide up to cup your breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly as he continues his relentless pace. Each thrust sends sparks of ecstasy shooting through your core, making your toes curl and your vision blur with pleasure. "Or perhaps I'll simply break him, make him watch as I claim you completely until the only thing he can think about is getting a taste of what you're experiencing right now." Husk's grin widens at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Oh, I have many ideas, my dear. I could start by making sure he never touches you again. Maybe a little visit in the middle of the night to teach him what happens when someone tries to steal what's mine, bet you'd like that, huh?" His voice drips with dark promise, sending a shiver down your spine. He nips at your throat, soothing the sting with his tongue before trailing kisses along your jawline. "But first, let me focus on worshipping this beautiful body of yours," he purrs, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples once more. He rolls his hips, grinding against you, hitting that perfect spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

Your body trembles under Husk's skilled touch, every caress igniting sparks of pleasure that race through your nerves. "Y-yes, please," you whimper, arching into his palms as he teases your nipples into stiff peaks. The thought of Husk stealing you from your boyfriend sends a surge of desire washing over you. "I'd love that," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. Husk's wicked promises fill you with a sense of safety and ownership like you're his to cherish and defend. As he continues to move within you, the coil of tension in your belly winds tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more of that incredible friction. "Husk, please… I'm so close," you beg, your hips bucking wildly against his. The sultry sound of your moans spurs Husk on, his movements becoming more urgent as he senses your impending climax. With a low chuckle, he captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he thrusts harder, faster. One hand leaves your breast to slide down your stomach, teasing the sensitive skin until he reaches the heat between your thighs. He slips two fingers inside you, curling them to stroke that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. "Let go, my precious," he coos, his voice thick with lust. "Give it to me." His thumb circles your clit in rhythm with his fingers, driving you closer to the edge with each relentless stroke. Husk's expert touch pushes you over the brink, the pleasure cresting and breaking within you like a tidal wave. Your inner walls clench tightly around his fingers as ecstasy crashes through your body, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. "Oh god, Husk!" you cry out, your voice raw with bliss as the orgasm rips through you. Waves of pure sensation wash over you, making your toes curl and your head spin. As the aftershocks slowly fade, you collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily, your heart racing in your chest. Husk's presence above you is comforting, his warm breath fanning across your skin as he gazes down at you with a smug, satisfied grin. "That was incredible," you murmur, still reeling from the intensity of your release.

Watching you come undone beneath him fills Husk with a primal satisfaction, his own arousal growing with each ragged breath you take. "You're so fucking beautiful when you lose control," he growls, his voice laced with pride and desire. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your swollen lips before trailing his mouth down your throat, nipping and sucking along the tender flesh. His fingers continue their torturous dance, drawing out lingering sensations from your quivering core. "But we're not done yet," he whispers huskily, his eyes locked onto yours. He shifts, positioning himself between your spread thighs, the tip of his throbbing member brushing against your slick entrance. "Agree to be locked away and never heard from again, make me happy, little lamb." The words hang heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of their actions. But the warmth of Husk's body pressed against yours, the feeling of his fingers still buried deep inside you, makes it difficult to think clearly. "I… I don't know what to say," you admit, your voice shaky with both fear and arousal. You bite your lip, considering the offer, knowing it would mean giving up everything you've ever known. But then you glance up at Husk, his gaze intense and unyielding, and you realize that maybe, just maybe, being locked away with him wouldn't be so bad after all. "Okay," you finally whisper, your decision made. A slow, wicked grin spreads across Husk's face as you give him the answer he's been waiting for. "Good pet," he purrs, his voice dripping with dark promise. With a swift thrust of his hips, he sheathes himself fully inside you, stretching you deliciously around his thick length. He groans at the exquisite feeling of your tight heat enveloping him, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping open again, locking onto yours with fierce intensity. "You're mine now," he declares possessively, punctuating his words with a sharp snap of his hips. He sets a relentless pace, driving into you with deep, powerful strokes that hit you in just the right spot every single time. The wet sounds of their joining fill the room, mingling with the slap of skin against skin and your increasingly desperate moans.

Your words are swallowed by a cry as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, your walls clenching tightly around Husk's pulsating member. "Yours…" you gasp out, barely coherent, your mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely. Every thrust sends jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins, making your toes curl and your head spin. Your hands claw at the sheets beneath you, seeking purchase as you struggle to keep yourself grounded amidst the storm of ecstasy. "More," you plead, your voice high-pitched and desperate, begging for release from the torment of pleasure. The sensation of being filled completely by Husk is overwhelming, leaving you breathless and utterly lost in pleasure. Each thrust sends waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, making your toes curl and your head spin. Your hands claw at his back, nails digging into his skin as you cling to him for support. "Oh fuck," you gasp, your voice rising in pitch with each movement. The thought of being his, of belonging to someone who seems so sure of themselves, is intoxicating. "Please, don't stop," you plead, your body moving instinctively to meet his every thrust. Husk chuckles darkly at your desperate pleas, relishing the power he holds over you. His grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise as he pistons into you with renewed vigor. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass fills the air, obscene and filthy. "That's it, take it," he growls, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you with every thrust. "Take my cock like the needy little slut you are." One hand leaves your hip to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. His other hand snakes between your bodies to rub tight circles over your aching clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me," he demands, his voice rough with lust.

The pressure on your throat and clit combine to send you spiraling towards obliviation. "Fuck!" you cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your walls clench down hard on Husk's cock, milking him for all he's worth. The feeling of him filling you so completely, combined with the intense pleasure coursing through your body, pushes you past the point of no return. "Husk!" you scream his name, your entire body convulsing as wave after wave of bliss washes over you. Your climax rips through you with such intensity that it leaves you seeing stars, your vision going hazy and white around the edges. Husk groans deeply as your inner muscles clamp down on his shaft, squeezing him like a vice. The sensation is exquisite, bordering on painful in its intensity. He continues to thrust into your fluttering heat, riding out your orgasm and using your spasming walls to bring himself closer to his own release. "Yes, fuck yes," he hisses through clenched teeth, his movements becoming erratic as he nears the edge. With a final, brutal snap of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and stills, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed deep within your core. A low, guttural moan escapes him as he comes undone, filling you with what feels like an endless stream of hot cum. As Husk's thick essence floods your insides, you let out a shuddering moan, savoring the feeling of being marked and claimed so thoroughly. Your body goes limp beneath him, spent and satisfied in a way you've never experienced before. You can feel his cock twitching inside you as the last spurts of his release paint your walls, and the knowledge that he's branded you from the inside out sends a thrill racing down your spine. "Fuck, Husk…" you breathe, your voice hoarse from screaming his name. "That was…" You trail off, unable to find the words to adequately describe the mind-blowing pleasure he's just given you. All you can do is lay there, basking in the afterglow and relishing the delicious ache between your thighs.

Husk collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he struggles to catch his breath. His heart pounds against your chest, the rhythm gradually slowing as the adrenaline drains from his system. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat that clings to your skin. "Mmm… you took me so well," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your body. "Such a good little slut for me." He rolls his hips lazily, grinding his semi-hard cock against your sensitive walls and drawing a whimper from your lips. "I'm going to keep you stuffed full of my cum," he promises darkly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to... if you leave this room ever anyway."

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The Sword’s Legacy

Series Summary: As the heir of your father's lands, you have grown up knowing that one day you must wed to your House's advantage, and there's no better catch than the younger son of the Magister himself. Meanwhile tensions within the king's court are set to come to a head at any moment - it just needs that spark to send everything ablaze. Now in a court more dangerous than the one you entered, you find distraction and joy in the company of the beautiful boy with the beautiful eyes. You can only hope to weather the storm you can sense brewing in the horizon.

Masterlist

Chapter Twelve: Blood and Knights

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Genre: Royalty AU, Historical Fantasy AU, Romance, Politics, Warfare, Eventual Smut (future chapters)

Length: 8.5K

CW: Graphic violence, YN being horny (not graphic, unfortunately. Not yet, at least ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Tut-tut, it looks like rain.

The fact of which does not please the more uppity lords, Eren observes, eyes flickering from one delicate man to the next and trying not to let his disdain bleed into his features. That little mouse of a man, Anton Taran, looks as skittish as the pest he resembles; the Procurator’s small watery eyes dart to the sky above and back to the orating king, hands behind his back and bouncing ever so lightly on his heels, eager to scamper into his nice and dry hole before the sky breaks. Proctor Nick is little better standing next to him. The slight curl of his lip and the way those deep-set eyes sweep out across the grounds and into the gray above gives away his sentiments about the weather. Near the center of the line of councilmen Willy Tybur stands beside Lord Grisha, mouth set in a thin line as he looks upon the proceedings with his best approximation of the courtier’s hollow face stamped upon his highbred visage. Like his fellows, he is showing undue interest in the ether and their environs. It cannot have been any plainer that these men are in a tizzy to make an end of things quickly.

It is not as if they don’t have a bloody canopy above their feeble heads. Even the king and his son seem made of sterner stuff. The Prince of Crownglen Urklyn Reiss is standing upon the covered stage at the center of the newly rebuilt village, grave and regal, as his father Rod Reiss I holds forth at the front of the platform. The royal pair does not give two shits about the weather, which is more than can be said for their prickly underlings. 

What is a little rain upon their noble bodies? It is only water.

Eren shifts a little in his place within the squires’ row, the weight of plate and mail upon his person a familiar load, comforting even. He and his peers are standing below the stage to the right, close enough at hand to their masters should they have the unfortunate need to be squired for that day. The masters, barring the Lord Commander, are standing below the stage to the front, a forbidding barrier between the highborn and the low.

The royal pair, the Conclave, the lords Skaryn and Halkin, and the guards -  the Royal Guard among them - are the only ones of the court in attendance at the royal pardon. The rest of the nobility are at Merrydell, awaiting their coming so they may feast and celebrate the end of the Northern Matter beneath the Skaryns’ roof in the company of those who have been pardoned.

Mossreach is unrecognizable from the desolation it had been half a year ago. The burnt-out husks and the dead buried beneath snow and crows have been cleared away. Banners of a dozen colors flutter everywhere, green and red, maroon and white, purple, purple most of all from the royal standards flying the royal sigil: the head of the Founding Titan, with its purple eyes large and haunting and flaring, upon a purple field. The cottages that litter the sward are freshly-thatched and new-made, the land green and lush and unburnt. Even its people have been restored.

The king’s speech washes over Eren, something about the Mother’s mercy and the Father’s forgiveness and what other diplomatic tripe his Heralds have taught him to say to appease his malcontent masses.

Which is all well and good, for these ones. The cleared-away dead will beg to differ, their living kin more so. But as they have been banished to their true homes in the Midlands, they can hardly raise a hue and cry. Not that they truly can. Whatever hues and cries they may have raised have fallen on deaf ears, as the grievances of their northern foemen had fallen on deaf ears at the start of all of this.

And thus do the tables turn. So much for the Father’s justice. Rows of northmen face the platform, eyes trained on their king. Some are tall, some are short, some young, some old, some slight and some stout, yet somehow, they all look the same in Eren’s eyes. It is the hardness in their bearing, the hardness of the North, the same hardness he sees in Robert the Lawyer, who is standing beside the Crown Prince with that proud mien blazing like his red robes. Even their elderly, their women, and their children have traces of it, Eren can see as he watches them stand at the fringes of it all, every bit as stony as their men. Hard lands breed a hard folk. 

Admiration rises in him, despite all. They may have escaped justice for the lives they took so savagely yet there is something laudable about the way they fought for what is theirs by rights. Had the crown set out to crush them at the very onset of their offensive, Eren knows they would be hard-pressed to smash them down. They are the sort of foe he can enjoy pushing against, a foe strong of will and might.

Willy Tybur turns his head a fraction, to look towards the bordering woods for the hundredth time. Eren follows his gaze and looks upon the fount of his greatest shame. He feels his insides shrivel up at the memory but forces himself to hold and keep his eyes fixed on the green. 

Half a year gone and still it will not leave him no matter how much he thinks he has put it behind him. He wonders if he will ever truly be free of it and feels cold. The prospect of carrying that weight for the rest of his life is not an appealing one. I’ll rid myself of it for good and all no matter what it takes. He will know when to stop moving when needs must. Redemption is not beyond him yet.

A shadow stirs within the trees. Eren narrows his eyes, squinting at the treeline. Shades? But shades shine silver…

Ping!

The sky breaks at last, and Eren inwardly scowls as the fat droplets batter his helm, filling his ears to bursting with the endless clangor of ringing steel. He will be deaf by day’s end, like as not, with a splitting headache to boot. He would have removed the helm yet etiquette demands it stays on. This is not the first he’s worn steel in such weather yet he always removes the headpiece when not in active combat; he’d rather suffer the torrent full-on than go mad from that metallic racket.

Dusk seems to fall early today and the loud crashing of the rain upon them all only adds to the din inside his head. The world shrinks to his helm. Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping. So when the men come boiling out of the woods, their war cries one with the storm, Eren can only stare, uncomprehending.

Screams join the discordant symphony, and then madness besets them all.

Bodies are flying everywhere, men, women, and children all a-flutter like a flock of startled pigeons in some park, seeking to evade the oncoming attackers. They need not have bothered with that very convincing display; the raiders give them no more heed than Eren would an ant beneath his feet and flow right through them as water flows through rock.

Battle is joined moments later and there is no more thought, only the ancient animal wisdom of the flesh that tells him to move.

To be still is to die.

And he is moving, running, running toward his master with his sword in hand. A man looms out of the wet like a leviathan from the deep but Eren bulls forward with nary a pause. The outlaw bellows and swings down his hammer; Eren dodges aside, and his blade punches through leather, steel, and flesh. He pulls his sword free, feeling the steel scrape bone, and is moving once more before the corpse can hit the ground. He dispatches a second and a third man in like manner, and at last he is beside his master, guarding his back as a good squire should.

There is no end to them, these leviathans from the deep. Hardly has he cut down one than another will take his place, and the world tapers down to action and reaction, kill or be killed.

It is sometime later - a minute, an hour, a day - when Eren realizes his master is nowhere to be found. The tide of battle has parted them and there are only enemies. He hacks down across the face of a northman hard, and his head dissolves into bits of brain and bone and blood. Another falls beneath his steel, blood spurting from his open throat. And still they come, again and again and again, until somehow they are not.

The brief respite allows Eren time to take stock of his surroundings properly. He has been driven back to the canopied platform where the king had made his speech. He sweeps his gaze around, hardly sparing the scattered corpses around him a second thought, and watches the chaos of battling men amidst falling rain. He is utterly confounded by it all. They laid down their arms and swore never to take them up again. A faint whimper resounds from somewhere close by, and he turns, eyes widening in shock at the sight of the king huddling beneath the covered stage. Why is he still here? Where are the guards? Eren runs to him at once.

“Your Majesty, you have to get out of here!” he calls over the pouring rain and heaves at the royal arm to get him moving. The king looks up at him with terror in his wide blue eyes, but recognition soon follows and he is moving, meek and unresisting as the son of his Magister guides him away from the horror and the savagery.

They have hardly gone a couple of yards when something rams into them, knocking the king and squire off their feet and sending them sprawling in the mud. Eren rolls onto his back, stunned, the taste of rain and mud heavy on his tongue. The force of the charge had wrenched his sword from his hand and sent his helm flying off his head, though he is hardly given time to mourn the loss.

A man is atop him all of a sudden and silver steel gleams bright and deadly at him out of the murky gloom. There is no time for thought or fear. Eren grabs his foeman’s arm with both hands as it falls toward his face, and their lethal struggle commences. The man claws uselessly at one of his gloved hands, trying to pry his fingers open, but Eren holds on the tighter and pushes, straining with gritted teeth. The blade is all he can see, it is the only thing that exists in the world, the blade and its tip sharp as any needle, any razor… and it is coming ever closer no matter how much he pushes, closer and closer to the center of his forehead…

The northman pulls back an arm, his hand closing into a fist. Eren sees and catches the blow one-handed but near pays for it with an eye. The enemy’s blade slips and slices him clean just above his eyebrow, and the left half of his world goes black as blood drips down his eye. 

There is no pain yet the sensation of steel cutting his flesh sends a shock of clarity through him as though he has been doused with ice-cold water. He manages to get a leg beneath the man’s ribs and knees, hard. That shock of clarity lends strength to his limbs, and the outlaw is tossed aside, wheezing. 

Eren does not wait for him to recover. He scrabbles, half-blind, in the mud for his sword, feels relief - sweet, blessed relief - course through him as his fingers brush against something hard and metallic. Footsteps splash behind him and he does not pause to think. He strikes, his sword swinging out in a perfect arc, and his foeman falls back into the mud to rise no more. Eren leaves him there, with half his entrails spilling out onto the watery ground, to search for his king.

He finds him where he first saw him, beneath the wooden scaffolding of the stage. They had not gone very far before the dead man accosted them. “Your Majesty, it’s all right, I can keep you safe,” Eren avows, reaching for his liege. The smell of fear bears toward him and it smells of piss, faint and dampened by the rain yet wholly recognizable, as the king holds onto him with surprising strength. Eren pays it no heed. Piss, shit, blood, and sweat, the soldier learns to tolerate all, even the foulest of stenches. It is the stink of battle, and delicate men with delicate noses do not long survive in the field. The king is well within his rights to piss in terror. 

His Majesty and his acting guard once again make for safer ground, though where that is Eren does not know. Still the rain pours down in ceaseless buckets, and it welds his left eye close. There is as yet no pain but he knows that is not a good thing; he is not even sure the bleeding has stopped entirely. They have to get to safety and soon. For loathe though he is to admit it, something deep, deep down inside him recognizes that he is in no good state to be fighting much longer, with half his vision compromised such as it is. The king will not be harmed under his watch, gods help him.

Men dart around them, friend and foe both, their footsteps churning the red-brown mud into a frothing boil. Eren surveys the gray village as best he can with only one eye, looking for the royal congregation, or better yet a temple so they may claim the right of sanctuary…

The gods are with him, and he almost sinks to his knees in relief at the sight of a temple at the borders of the village - ruined, crumbled, blackened with fire but still a temple, and still well-placed to grant them safety by all the laws of the land.

Pain, red pain erupts up his right arm, and he drops his sword to the muddy ground. An arrow, he thinks with mild surprise as he stares down at the shaft protruding from his armored limb. It had punched through the plate as though it is nothing more than silk. Now where had he seen that before? And since when did they start using arrows? He does not have the chance to ruminate.

An outlaw is before him and his liege once more, axe raised to cleave one or the both of them in two. They are endless and everywhere, these outlaws, like fucking roaches. Distantly, Eren hears what sounds like the king bleat out, “Oh, gods be good,” as Eren shoves his royal person behind him to protect him, uselessly, with his body.

A foot of red-tipped steel bursts from the northman’s mouth like some grotesque tongue. His eyes widen and turn glassy in quick succession, and the axe tumbles from his hands. His pointed tongue retreats from his bloodied maw and his corpse falls to reveal Sir Levi Ackerman. The cycle of relief giving way to tension and back again is turning Eren’s head around, yet he is pleased to see his master all the same.

Sir Levi’s eyes flash from his face toward his injured arm and his mouth tightens. “Get the king to the temple, most of our men have taken sanctuary there. Me and the rest will throw the outlaws back. Go!”

For one mad moment, Eren wants to argue. He can still fight, still hold his own, yet the way his master’s eyes blaze up at him gives him pause. His arm is worse than useless now and better still he is half-blind, he will only get in the way. And he has the king to protect, a king who is in very real peril of being savaged if he insists on continuing the way he is now. His pigheadedness will spill royal blood in his hands, a much more dire consequence than a Lord Commander’s missing arm.

The king will not be harmed under his watch. 

Eren swallows, bites his tongue, and nods jerkily. He stirs the petrified king onward, favoring his right arm, and lets the others put the outlaws to flight.

“Any luck with Halkin and Skaryn?”

His sire sighs, unendingly weary. “I hardly think this is the right time and place to speak of politics.”

But, Father, the weather and my happy domestic affairs hardly make for scintillating conversation. Zeke turns away from the dark world outside the wrought iron window to glance at Lord Grisha in his seat beside the canopied bed. “Well, since we’ve thoroughly exhausted the topic of our dear youngest here, we had as well talk about matters of import.”

Their dear youngest is lying upon his chartered bed, soused in poppy and utterly dead to the world. Yet he lives to see another day, thank the gods, Zeke thinks, watching his little brother sleep and recover his strength. His fever has broken at last, a very promising sign, assures Healer Dmitriy. The youngest Jaeger is well past danger now, and his wounds are healing cleanly.

There had been a scare of festering and the possible loss of a limb yet the Healers worked their craft and they moved beyond that. Fresh poulticed bandages bind Eren’s arm and cover the left side of his brow, the fall of dark hair over his face stark against the white linen. He looks younger, as innocent as he is like to get at this age, more the boy of six of Zeke’s youth and less the young man of sixteen he has quickly grown to be.

In the end, only the scars should remain. And his knighthood. Scars and near-death for that honor, that is how you come into it. Eren will be well-compensated for his leal service.

He is luckier than some, to be sure. Good men were lost that day. “Any word yet on the new Guardsmen?” Zeke persists when his father keeps his peace. Most times silence comes easy between them; sometimes, Zeke even preferrs it so, yet silence of late is an uncomfortable thing. He has somehow tied it to Eren’s state. If they keep quiet, then surely Eren will weaken and pass away into the Fields. His brother must hear their voices, if only so he can have an anchor to the living. Zeke does not know why he insists when Eren is finally out of the weeds. But it is true what they say about habits.

The quiet snaps and pops of the fire are the only things to be heard as Grisha stares at him a moment through his lenses. The light of the flickering hearthflames reflects off the fine Rhoseine glass, only to give way to the green pools beneath. Eren has inherited those eyes, the Jaeger eyes. Zeke is a Fritz through and through, blue and gold and fair. And yet they insist he is his father in gold.

“Some candidates have been chosen,” Lord Grisha says at length. “The squires of two fallen, Bertolt Hoover and Conrad Springer. They are set to replace their former masters. No word yet for the other two replacements but some names have been put forward.”

“Our younger Eren would have jumped at the chance.” Zeke gazes down fondly at his sleeping brother once more. “I’ve always wondered what made him change his mind.”

His father chuckles, a rare sound these days. “I was surprised he reconsidered at all, not that it was such a terrible thing. There are other ways to win honor for himself and his House. Left him open to the marriage market, at least.”

Speak of the marriage market… His little lady will want to know she can visit him at last. Zeke had caught the poor thing hovering around thereabouts near every day since they brought Eren in. It will enliven the lad to see his betrothed. They seem to be sweeter on each other at present, Zeke is pleased to see.

“As to Skaryn and Halkin…” Lord Grisha sighs and rubs his eyes beneath his spectacles. “I’ll continue to lobby for their families. If execution is in the fates of Valko Skaryn and Yuri Halkin, then so be it, but to extend that punishment to their whole lines?” He rubs at his temples, his horror at the thought well and truly palpable. “To their wives and children and brothers and cousins… it is too much. Too much. I cannot let that stand.”

His Majesty had been sore wroth when he had recovered from the terror of his ordeal. The lords Skaryn and Halkin were arrested, accused of treason and attempted regicide. Both have been attainted, stripped of all lands, titles, and incomes, and sentenced to death by beheading. But that is not to be enough for the king. In his wrath, Rod Reiss has declared, in no uncertain terms, his desire to see both men’s lines ended. Every man, woman, and child who bear the name of Skaryn and Halkin shall be expunged. Even those merely married to the name found no mercy. Rod Reiss wants them gone, gone.

Zheletov, too, felt the flames of royal fury. Hundreds of Zhelevic were arrested, those outlaws who did not manage to flee further North. All have been sentenced to hang. Rumor has it that the king means to hang their families as well, to teach the North a sharp lesson in slaughter. Robert of Feyhill, the head of the northern faction and the mind behind all, is to be hanged, drawn, and quartered - a fate reserved for the vilest of traitors. A charge he still vehemently denies even at the rack.

What should have been a moment of festive reconciliation became naught but dross. The court is silent, reeling in the enormity of it all.

“Eren saved his life, he should grant me a boon, at least,” Lord Grisha murmurs, more to himself than to his eldest, who stares at him then at his brother, who lays oblivious to his burgeoning role as leverage and potential savior of the lines of Skaryn and Halkin.

Zeke supposes it is only fitting for his knightly brother. What are knights for but for the saving of innocent lives?

“His fever broke last night, my lady, you can see him at last.”

You have never heard anything sweeter.

“Oh, thank the gods.” You smooth down your crimson dress, making sure all is in order. He has not laid eyes on you for four days, you had best be presentable. And pretty, you must be pretty, a girlish voice whispers, which you hastily tamp down. As if he’ll care overmuch about such matters, not after his ordeal. A silver shield burnished to a mirror sheen is hanging from the wall opposite you. Surreptitiously, you brush back a stray lock that has escaped from your braids. All in order, you think, pleased, as you stare at your somewhat distorted reflection. Some effort will not be amiss, surely.

Healer Dmitriy knocks upon the wooden door to announce himself before opening it and entering. Aly the Cat slips inside at once; distantly, you hear your betrothed utter a pleased exclamation of the creature’s name. You feel your heart thrum faster. Your fingers twine themselves around each other against your fluttering tummy. He sounds well. That is good. 

“My lord, the Lady Rhyzkova is without and wishes to see you,” you hear the young priest say, his voice partly muffled by the half-closed door. The note of excitement in Eren’s voice as he bids the Healer to let you in makes you smile.

It is comfortably warm inside the chamber. A fire crackles merrily in the stone hearth before the canopied bed, inadvisable for a southron summer but perfectly acceptable for a northern one. Two bone-white velvet armchairs are arrayed before the fireplace. A table laden with what looks like the tools of the Healers’ trade - physic, rolls of bandages, and herbs of the medicinal sort - is sitting between the loungers. The brown linen curtains of the tall wrought iron windows are pulled back, illuminating the room with pale, watery sunshine and giving the place an airy countenance.

A green smell, the smell of herbs and plant life, pervades all. You find yourself breathing in deeply as you enter, your first few footsteps tapping lightly on the polished marble floor, yet all vanish as you lay eyes upon your wounded knight. The white hangings on his bed are tied back, revealing his form. He is sitting up, at least, with a wide grin on his bandaged face, his left eye swollen half-shut beneath the poultice. You would not have known he was ailing and lifeless for the better part of four days by his demeanor. Ginger Aly is curled up on his blanketed lap, eyes closed contently as Eren runs languid fingers over his short fur.

Your knight is awake, and smiling at you, and so wonderfully alive.

“How are you feeling?” you murmur as you sit on his bed by his legs. A flash of dark blue cloth sweeps by from the corner of your vision, but you do not pay it heed. Eren and his well-being come first.

He opens his mouth to answer but frowns almost at once. You mirror his expression and are about to ask what is wrong when he speaks. “Everything’s fine, Healer Dima, you may leave us.”

The straw-haired Healer in question freezes in the act of settling himself down upon one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace. Nerves and uncertainty play across his thin features for half a heartbeat before he reaches some sort of resolution and sits down determinedly. “Oh, no, please do not mind me. Someone must needs stay to keep an eye on… your health. Just because your fever has broken doesn’t mean you’re not susceptible to a relapse.”

“Oh, in that case, your presence is a much welcome one indeed, Healer,” you say rapidly, as Eren makes to say something, something undoubtedly rude to judge by the look on his face. He curls his lip at your interruption but subsides once you shake your head at him a little. Let him be.

Healer Dmitriy smiles, relieved. “Very good, my lady. See, you’ll hardly notice I’m here.” He reaches into one voluminous dark blue sleeve and pulls out a small book - a missal of The Light of the Creed, the new faith’s holiest text, you see, catching a glimpse of the twelve-rayed sun of the Creed on the book’s black leather cover. The priest opens the primer and promptly vanishes within its pages.

Of course a godly, dutiful man like him will insist on playing governess, you realize belatedly. It had not occurred to you until you saw him glance from you to Eren with an expression of abject worry. He can hardly leave a young maid alone with a half-naked young man in his chambers.

For the young man is very much half-naked. You feel your mouth go dry as the realization hits you hard. You cannot understand how that detail eluded you. “I see you’ve made a new friend,” you gesture at little Aly on Eren’s lap, a ditch effort to distract yourself, and fail miserably. That only brings further attention to his hard, incredibly ridged stomach. Oh, gods above.

Eren stares down fondly at the cat, oblivious to your ogling. “We only properly met this morning but we’re fast friends now,” he laughs as the ginger tom rises and stretches, then proceeds to rub up against his Healer’s charge, purring loudly. Never have you wanted to trade places with a cat so badly in your entire life.

Suddenly, looking your betrothed in the eye becomes an endeavor of utmost difficulty, not when you want to look elsewhere. You have seen your fair share of half-naked men. Comely men and homely ones, paragons as sculpted as statues and pigs shuffling along like sacks of suet, you have seen them all. You never lack for those in summery Vascalin, where the sight of them is so common as to be unremarkable. But a half-naked Eren is a veritable god to their mere mortal flesh.

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes as Aly occupies his attention for the nonce. He is beautifully well-made. You have always suspected it to be so; some of his tunics show off his shape well, and he oft wears his daily linens with the laces undone, allowing one to get a glimpse of an expansive, defined chest. To see all of that bared before you to prove the truth of your fancies is astounding.

His shoulders, broad and striking, lead down to strong, sinewy arms. The bandage wrapped around the right limb flaunts the roundness of the muscle and stands stark against his tanned skin. A tiny cluster of leech marks speckles the skin beneath his dressings yet they do nothing to diminish the smooth perfection of his limb. His chest is as wide and well-muscled; verily, his torso is a vision, each muscle as sharply etched as though he is cut from stone.

Some other girl is giggling madly deep down inside. You feel like a bitch in heat. The thought near makes the mad laughter bubble up your throat but you quell it quickly. And then you make the singular error of allowing your eyes to follow the sloping trail of chiseled muscle beneath the blankets and almost choke on air. The expected sight of the waist of his pants is nowhere in evidence.

Gods be good, is he naked under there?! 

You squirm and press your legs together on your seat. You cannot have asked for better fodder for your fantasies. Suddenly, you can hear him, hear the deep, sultry cadence of his voice asking you if you will let him sate his lusts with you, feel the hard, chiseled torso press close against you as he leaned down to kiss you… Poxy Duty had robbed you of that kiss. More’s the pity. You wonder what it will feel like, to be trapped beneath that god-like body as freed of clothing as he is now, feel his heat and his skin bound you as you lay below him helpless but to take his lust and his amorous attentions…

Gods help you, lass, the lad is injured and just escaped death by the skin of his teeth. It does not do to entertain such unbecoming ideas. You’re worse than a dockside slut, you admonish yourself as heat courses through your whole body at the turn of your thoughts. There are better things to occupy yourself with than his magnificent body. His health is what matters most.

“Hey.”

You start at the sound of his voice and do not immediately meet his gaze. You hope to all the gods, both old and new, that your face is not a mirror of your desire. That is a discussion that can keep; your priestly governess will be shocked to his soul should he have the slightest inkling of what had flounced through your head these past few moments.

“Hey,” Eren says again, reaching out to lay a hand on your forearm. The touch comes lightly, so very lightly, yet the way it burns is anything but. You meet his eyes at last. “Are you all right? You look strange.” His concerned frown gives way to a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, see, healthy as a horse.” He wrinkles his nose at the idiom, making you giggle. “I’m well past danger now. The wound’s not going to fester, there’s no poison in my blood, I’m fine and whole. You don’t need to worry so much.”

“Thank the gods,” you breathe, instantly snatching at that sentiment. It is not as if you aren’t worried about him, but best have him construe your conflicted expression as concern instead of lust. This is not the time for lust. “Speak of the gods,” you smile down at Aly, who has padded over to you, seeking affection, “you are blessed indeed. Lady Alyrya has been with you this whole time.” Cats are sacred to the Gardener, but none more so than the ginger tabby.

“It’s a nice thought, that-”

“Oh!”

There is a great tug, and your hand flies to your chest as the laces of your bodice come undone. It will seem that Aly is feeling a little too neglected. Or desirous of yarn. You hold the tom fast as you unhook his claws from the crimson cords, your face smarting a little in mortification.

“Oh, dear.” Healer Dmitriy flaps over to the bed, the tips of his prominent ears pink. “A thousand pardons, my lady, it seems he’s in his excitable mood again. I’ll see him out.” He scoops his ginger attendant into his arms and bustles away, threatening the cat with a salmon-less dinner as he does so.

You sigh and tighten your laces once more. Aly had not pulled down far enough for your breasts to spill out from your bodice, thankfully, but that was a near thing. You are more comfortable baring skin than most women north of the Greatshield are, being from the sweltering South, yet you draw the line at exposure in front of two men. Well, perhaps one of them can get a pass. You bite the inside of your lip as you fumble briefly and have to redo the knot all over again.

“You know what they say about certain animals being able to channel people’s wills?” Eren lifts his gaze from your chest to your face. His eyes have darkened a little. Your fingers tighten on your cords. “Nobody can say for sure if that still holds true but it’s an interesting thought.” His legs shift beneath the blankets.

The return of the Healer saves you from having to form a reply. He gives you an apologetic smile and another apology before returning to his seat and his book once more.

“Your hair’s grown longer,” you remark arbitrarily, not quite knowing what to say to your betrothed’s earlier statement. Besides… Your face tingles a little. With the way he looked at you then, you cannot guarantee that your conversation won’t lead to… bawdier pastures. You had never truly touched upon the subject before but something about his demeanor then gives you pause. Best to nip that in the bud. Your governess will not stand for anything remotely suggestive. He will throw you out and forbid you from seeing Eren again for the rest of his confinement, and you cannot have that.

Eren tugs at the ends of his hair, looking at it thoughtfully. “Do you think I should cut it? I haven’t been up to calling on the barber lately…”

“It’s your hair, you’re free to do as you like.” You give him a small smile. “I like it, though. It makes you look-” comelier, “-older, more mature.”

He settles back into his pillows, appearing gratified. “Well, then, I suppose I’ll keep it as it is for the time being.” He gazes at you for a good long while, before his concern reduces his smile into something softer. “You look tired.”

The chuckle that escapes you echoes the sentiment, as though his bringing attention to the fact has drawn four days’ worth of weariness out. You rub a finger at the skin beneath your eye. “Between you and Father and this whole affair, I have been getting no lick of sleep.” You cannot count the hours you had spent in Merrydell’s sanctum, praying and praying and praying for him and your lord father, beseeching the old gods to bless and keep them. You had even visited the nearest temple of the Gardener to offer incense, a candle, and yet more prayers for your betrothed. He belongs to the Creed, perhaps his Lady will be better inclined to protect him should the old gods dismiss your pleas.

Lady Alyrya heard them, at any rate, her and the old gods. Father’s fever was only the chills brought on by the rains and not from a corrupted wound; he had taken a glancing blow from an outlaw’s knife but managed to come out of that debacle otherwise unscathed. He was right as rain after a day or so.

Eren had given you more grief. What time you had outside of prayer was spent hovering anxiously outside these very chambers, hoping you could visit him or at least learn of his condition. Still, you will visit the sanctum and the temple tonight, to give thanks to the gods for granting him further life.

“Ask Healer Dima to give you essence of valerian, it helps a lot,” Eren urges, fretful. He can be a rather fretful character, you have come to find. It only makes him sweeter in your eyes.

“I will at that. Although I’ll be sleeping more soundly tonight regardless.” Because you’re awake and all right and alive. A bowl of apples is sitting upon his bedside dresser. His mother’s key lays beside it, nestled amidst the coils of its leather cord. “Are you hungry?” you ask, gesturing at the fruit.

“Will you feed me if I am? I can barely lift my arm for the pain.” Eren blinks at you all innocent-like. The teasing tilt to his lips ruins the effect, however. From the distance comes the tiniest of coughs.

Your own mouth twitches up in amusement. “If you wish it.”

“I do wish it,” he says firmly, sitting up straight again. “I’m hungry, so hungry, famished, starving-”

“All right, your hunger has been well and truly noted.” You reach for an apple and the paring knife and proceed to cut the fruit. Needlessly, you know. He is not so injured that he cannot feed himself (despite his claims to the contrary). In this, you indulge him. The patient must have his way until he recovers.

A cough resounds from the distance once more, louder this time, as you reach forward to put a slice of apple in your betrothed’s waiting mouth. You both freeze and glance over at the Healer, who is staring at you beadily from above his holy missal. A prick of annoyance simmers within you, but you flash him a placating smile as you move to put more distance between you and Eren. You slip the piece of fruit into your betrothed’s mouth, careful not to let your fingers brush against his lips, those luscious, alluring, enticing lips…

You bite back a giggle as he chews the morsel, looking distinctly bad-tempered. Your fingertips still tingle from the warmth of his breath. “I see you still haven’t put on your mother’s key,” you observe, eyeing the forenamed pendant on the bedside table. His betrothal necklace looks rather lonely without its staunch companion around his neck.

His bad-tempered expression deepens. “He’s a priest, he’s as superstitious as they come. His precious sensibilities won’t stand for blasphemy.” Scorn drips from his voice as he says the word, further amusing you. “You’ll make a better Healer,” he adds, his expression softening as he gleams at you. “You don’t nag as much.”

That is an interesting thought, that. The past few days certainly lent further fodder to your long-held fancies of being a Healer. It is a flimsy whim, a glib thought born from a night of girlish diversion when asked that absurdly preposterous question: what would you be had you not been born into nobility? Your fledgling pastime in the gardens led you to answer as you had.

But perhaps that fledgling can grow into something more. Seeing people you care for hurt and ailing woke something in you, the desire to ease their pain if only but a little. You hope Healer Darya is willing to take on a new apprentice this autumn.

“Does it hurt so much?”

Eren chews on his apple, looking artless and very much innocent in truth. He does not stay so for long, though (not that you expect him to, the cheeky sod). “I already told you, didn’t I? I wouldn’t ask you to feed me if it didn’t hurt like blazes.” Something in your expression sobers him, and the smile he flashes you is gentle, tender. “I’m a little sore, but nothing you need concern yourself about too much.” He reaches out to take your free hand in his, lightly caressing your skin with his thumb. “And you have been, haven’t you? So concerned that you lost sleep over me, of all people.” He seems to move farther away, going somewhere beyond this room and beyond you.

You pull away from his hold to cup his face in your hand, as though in doing so you can keep him bound to yourself. You touch him as softly as you can yet still he flinches as your palm presses against the injured side of his face. That spasm of pain makes you pull back but he reaches up quickly to keep your hand on him, smiling up at you reassuringly as he does so. The green sparkling at you beneath his poulticed eyebrow is as vibrant as its twin, swollen and puffy though the skin around it is. He is still so beautiful, your battered knight. So beautiful, and warm, and alive.

The loud clearing of a holy throat reminds you of decency and decorum, and you make to pull away from your betrothed once more. He is not having it, though. His grip on your hand tightens, and his face darkens like thunder. “Bloody prissy priests… As if a simple touch to the face equates to… what exactly? A hot little romp?” His laugh comes out exuding derision and mockery. “I didn’t throw you down on the bed and have my way with you, did I? With the way he’s looking at us, you’d think he caught us fucking,” he grouses, in a voice pitched low so only you would hear him.

A lump rises inside your throat that almost chokes you. You cough to rid yourself of it. How he can say such things so baldly confounds you. “That’s… probably what he's thinking. I suppose he’s here to try and preserve my honor. For all he knows, you could be some sort of perverted lech,” you say, in what you hope is an offhand way.

That puts a thoughtful look on Eren’s face. Suddenly, the darkness in his eyes holds a very different sort of sentiment. He glances at you from beneath his lashes before looking down at his lap. Your fingers twitch a little against his face as he continues to keep your hand captive. Heat once again simmers beneath your skin to match the heat you had caught in his gaze before he averted his eyes. In a quiet voice, he murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like, “He’s not far off, then.”

Your heart almost stops at that. “Pardon?”

He lifts his eyes back to yours and blinks slowly. “Have I not been preserving your honor for the better part of a year already? He has nothing to worry about.” One corner of his mouth kinks up roguishly. “Unless my lady does not care for such things. I’d gladly play the perverted lech if you’d let me.”

Gods save me.

Eren’s smile widens as though he has heard you and he releases your hand, allowing you to pick up the paring knife from where it is sitting on your lap. You take a brief recess to settle yourself and cut another wedge off the rapidly browning apple in your grip. Your hand does not shake, to your credit.

“Good apple, that,” Eren notes conversationally, as though he had not been speaking of perversion and fornication mere moments ago.

“The Skaryns brought in a good harvest.” The discomposure leaves you at once as the name of that doomed family leaves your lips. You stare down at the halved fruit in your hand. A good harvest. And their last. Everything seems to dim then, as though a pall has settled upon the world. The Skaryn pall. It is a cruel edict. Your knight had saved the author of that cruel edict. And that is why you can now call him that. Your knight. “You will be a Sir in truth now.”

“I will be, huh…” Eren looks pleased, excited at the thought. As well he might. It is all he ever wanted and lived for, the culmination of years of training and service.

“What’s his name, your squire?” you query as you feed him another slice. The next slice you eat yourself. It is as good as he claims, browned though it is now; the juice is sweet, refreshing on your tongue.

His eyes widen as he munches his own mouthful, as though he has forgotten that knights need squires to squire for them. “Falco Grice.” He swallows. “I have a squire.” The wonder in his face and voice makes you smile. “How do I go about being a master, though?” He screws up his face in thought, then puffs out his chest. “Falco, muck out the stables. I want to be able to eat off the ground once you’re done,” he says in his best approximation of Sir Levi’s flat tone.

There is a pause as the both of you stare at each other silently before descending into fits of giggles. For a while, you cannot stop. He is strong and thriving, and he is to be a knight at long last. Everything seems good in the world again, and the fate of doomed families fades into the ether. But as the light of day gives way to the gloom of night, his cheer slowly gives way to something more staid, dour, even mournful. Eren looks down at his hands, pensive. “Do I even deserve that honor, though? After…”

Sir Erwin’s lost arm hangs heavy between you. Half a year gone and still it haunts him. His gloom seeps into you like some illness, only to feed your determination to see him rise above his guilt and shame. 

“You do,” you state firmly. You will not brook arguments on this matter. “You saved His Majesty, the king’s life, that’s not a small thing. And you learned, didn’t you? You didn’t get those injuries by running pell-mell into danger, did you?” As he shakes his head no, you go on, “Then let it go. Onward and upward and no looking back. It does you no good to dwell on such things. It’ll only eat you up inside.”

“Did I even learn, though? Because I thought about it. Running pell-mell into danger.” He picks at the skin on his forefinger, hunched over and reeking of shame.

Your heart goes out to him, your earnest betrothed. He is a young man, near grown, and yet in many ways he is a boy still. “The only thing that matters is that you didn’t act on it.” You brandish a slice of apple at him. “Sweet to banish the bitter.”

A weight seems to lift off his shoulders as he accepts your proffered piece into his mouth. “You always know what to say.” He gazes at you, soft, contemplative, considering. “And you have to know what to say. In that there is no choice, not for you, my Lady of Rhyzkov.”

You cut yourself a wedge and help yourself to your own sweet. There is nothing to add to the truth that you have always known.

“I grew up wanting to be a Royal Guardsman.”

As most boys do, noble or common.

“But then I served one of them.” Wryness taints Eren’s tone as he continues, “I saw him- them dog every step of this one man every day of their lives and realized that… wasn’t for me. Knights are for serving, yes, but I want the freedom to choose my own liege. If I am to spend a lifetime in thrall to one, I want it to be by my own will and not because tradition says I must.”

And to be a Royal Guardsman is to serve the blood royal for life. “But you didn’t choose me.” As either liege or bride.

Eren looks at you then and subjects you to a long and intense stare. “No, I didn’t.” This intensity is different, something you cannot quite place. 

He is such a forceful personality, you reflect as you hold his deep green gaze. Deep enough to drown in. And you are and will continue to do so, you know now, for the rest of your life. But there is joy in trying to keep up with him, something exhilarating about navigating his tides. He is quite unlike anyone you have ever met, and it intrigues you.

“That doesn’t mean I won’t serve you gladly, willingly, and with everything I have.”

Embers of green fire begin to flare up at you and you avert your eyes lest you be burned. His tides you can navigate. You cannot say the same for his flames. “I look forward to your investiture.” You cut the last bit of apple in half.

The reminder of his investiture banks his flames near instantly. “It seems… inappropriate to have it after the executions.”

So his father has told him all. A certain chill appears to cloak you in its folds. It is almost enough for you to wish for his fires back. “The court needs something to celebrate after such unpleasantness.”

“Unpleasantness…” Eren frowns down at the white linen sheets draped over his lap. “The northmen deserve their sentence for that treachery, but to eradicate whole bloodlines strikes me as being too much. Little Yakob Halkin could hardly conspire against the king. Six-year-olds care more for toys than treason.”

You have never thought to see the end of a line, much less two, in your lifetime. But that is the way of the lords. You yourself are descended from the Shrike, Queen Yelena Rhyzkova, the fourth to bear that name and title, who had rid the world of the Moldovans thousands and thousands of years ago. If your royal forebear had any compunctions about killing the children of her enemies in her bid for power, no one will know now. She had taken her sensibilities with her to the grave.

“The commons will go the way of their masters, if the talk is true.” You hand Eren his last morsel and bite into your own.

Eren eats his apple and reclines back on his pillows. “It’s only talk. He will get his blood price and be paid twice over with highborn blood. He’ll leave the innocent commons alone. They’re not worth that much, at the end of the day.”

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A/N:

Horny YN is horny. But, really, who can blame her? Have you seen the guy?

Knight!Eren is here at last, hurrah for him. But the Northern Matter has turned into... another matter entirely.

This’ll be the last update for this year, so it’s my Christmas posting for you, my readers, who I am very thankful to have! I’m glad to be able to share my brainchild to the world and I thank you so much for reading! Always, always <3

This may be my last TSL update but not my last post for the year... at least it depends on how fast I can get around to it. But I’m planning on dabbling in the modern AU and posting a smutty one-shot that will just not leave my brain and so I have no choice but to write it. Hopefully I can get it done before the year ends, if not... I can hail the New Year with good sexy smutty goodness.

Tagging: @princess-okkotsu​​ @lukepattersin​ @aki-and-saltfish​​

[weebnotheree]

Lolbit! Reader(M) x Hazbin Hotel || SMALL ONESHOT

This is a small One shot since Im slow at updating and too impatient to show you......... So I guess it's a trailer??

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So everyone obviously met FFoxy and y/n. They didn't that FFoxy could sing. Y/n and Alastor were talking about killing and some stuff like that. Seeing Y/N laughing with someone else made Foxy jealous. He made a little narrowed his eyes and YK Alastor could feel someone looking at him.

FFoxy pov - & FP pov "Why don't you tell him already." Charlie says. "I don't know what you're talking about." I say while crossing my arms and looking away. "Oh come on it's obvious." Vaggie says while rolling and crossing her arms at the same time. I looked at Vaggie then back at Charlie. Her eyes light up and sparkles "You like y/n!!!" (Why did it remind me of "You like Maddie!" meme) She said all excited. My eyes widened and I blush dark red.

"SHUUUUUU, he might hear you!!" I told her. "Oh! Sorry sorry, I'm just happy for you. You HAVE to tell him. Right Vaggie?!" "Yeah I agree with Charlie. And believe me I've been there." She said reassuring me. "Really?" I asked "Yeah. But that's a story for another time. Right now you need to go tell YN you like him." I blushed again "I-i-..No I can't!!" "And why can't you?" Vaggie said crossing her arms. "Me and y/n are friends.. all we do is kill night guards and scare them.. that's all we'll ever do and that's all we'll ever be..." I said trying so hard to deny my feelings about him.

"Oh! I know! You should sing about him. You know, about how you feel. But we should all sing so no one would be suspicious of us." Charlie said.

"Like a talent show?" Vaggie questions.

"Exactly. A talent show." Charlie said With determination.

"Hey guys, let's do a✨talent show!✨" She announced.

"A what now." Angel said while sucking on another popsicle.

"Yeah no. Talent shows aren't for me. I'll pass." Husk said taking another sip of cheap booze.

"Oh come on it'll be fun." She said trying to get everyone to take part in the show. Eventually she did.

~Time skip~ Some people had already went. Alastor had just finished singing 'Feeling good' by Michael Bublè. They had just found out that Y/N could sing so they begged him. And eventually he gave in.

YN teleported on stage while everyone's attention was on him. He turned into a girl version of himself. Everyone was shocked. Alastor stayed the same but his eyes were a little bit wider with his grin growing. Y/n's body was a little bit slimmer the boy version of himself.

Y/n's eyes turn black white dots shinning bright in the dark.(stage dim lights are there too)

"LoL lol. LoL Lol. I feel so out of place. Please stand by Await your deadly fate."

When Y/N said that Alastor smirk widened.

"Glitching through the system Can't outrun. Better watch your step if not I'll come. I feel so out of place. (LoL)" "Turn out the lights tonight." "I'm getting faded" "A strobe within the shadows,"

Yns head stayed still as his body was floating and twisted around.

"Deep commission, Isolated." "Even though I got a coat of color I never hesitate to come close smother" "You and all your friends,"

Y/N points to a random demon watching. (Yes since it's a talent show you have a big audience) The demon widened, because y/n was seeing right through him.

"That's where I come in." Y/N grinned. "LoL it's time to laugh along with. LoL my friends they call me Lolbit ^^' "I feel so out of place Please stand by Await your deadly fate (LoL)" "Glitching through the system Can't outrun Better watch your step if not I'll come I feel so out of place" Y/N trying not to let his past get to him. So he kept smiling. And turned into his boy self. (LoL) Y/N glitches next to the random demon. The demon jumped at the demon appearing in front of him.

"Your in a dark room Tryn to escape But you got old friends new friends stuck in the way You see an exit sign but it's a dead design The red light screaming that your dead inside." Of course the demon was scared because all eyes were on him. Y/n took his phone.

"Keeping you close to me I take a picture." The demon shoved yn off and ran.

"💢😌Count it up 123 I'm going get ya." "Sneaking up under your skin it will craw Ready to strike in this virtual hall Funtime for me as I'm howling along (Dæd£y ãsthêyçømë)." Y/n's eyes were glitching when he said that. With that Alastor had an evil smirk plastered on his face. (Skip to 49 sec)

"Come get your fix A virtual reality Lolbits an anomaly." While saying he puts his hand on his chest.

"Commonly mistaking for Funtime foxy but he's obviously a wannabe." While saying that, Y/N looks at FFoxy, smirks at him then wink an eye at him. Making him blush. "Wabbly out the knees You wanna see a fix with quality." Y/n glitched Infront of the demon that ran, grabbing his throat, letting his feet dangle. "Me sharping all of my teeth Purple and orange I'm a beast." Y/n forced the demon to look in his eyes. With an evil smirk plastered on his face. "I'll make you believe Chop off your hands and your feet Cut out your tongue you can't speak." The demon was scared out of his mind. So Y/N dropped him and said "I'll put you at peace How bout I make you a deal Give me your hands and it's real." Sign here On the dotted line Then your souls mine what a seal." The demon wanted it to be over, so he quickly signed his first and last name on the shiney golden paper that appeared in front of him. And he thought finally..I'll be left alone.. His body shook so bad and ran out of the hotel. Somewhere far away from the hotel, since he knew Y/N was staying there. All he knew was that he wanted to get as far away as possible from the hotel...... but that's what he thought. Y/N glitched back on stage while glitching back into the girl version of himself.

"LoL it's time to laugh along with LoL my friends they call me Lolbit I feel so out of place Please stand by Await your deadly fate (LoL LoL)." "Glitching through the system Can't outrun Better watch your step If not I'll come I feel so out of place." Y/n's ears went down for at least 5 seconds as his pats just didn't want to get of his head.  But quickly raised them back up, smiling before saying "LoL LoL. LoL LoL." ^^ But that didn't go unnoticed by FFoxy and 4 other friends. Y/n turned back to the boy version of himself. Getting off stage for someone else to perform. While the crowd of demons cheered.

It wasn't supposed to be y/n singing TvT it was supposed to be Foxy. But I'm making a part 2 for him cause that's what I was SUPPOSED to do in the first place. See ya later my mini dumplings ( ◜‿◝ )♡ <3

[animequeen4]

Okay this inspired me to make a some what part two to my hazbin hotel character meeting their fandom counterparts so… 😶

Husk x reader x cursed cat husk!

Cursed cat husk, much like this counterpart, always has a grumpy face

24/7 grumpy cat 😾

The only time he looks less grumpy is when he is getting pets from yn who is the only one allowed to

Is always either hanging out with yn or at the bar

will still fight anyone who tries to give him a bath and become a giant moving ball of fluff afterwards

would often just plop him self on yns lap when she is sitting down or lay himself on her stomach or chest while yn is sleeping or laying down and just stay there refusing to move

likes making biscuits on yns favorite blanket because of how soft it is or on her chest or stomach yet not hurting her

allows yn to put little bow ties on him

Has been caught more than once stealing from the bar while husk wasn’t there and later leaving the stolen items at yns door

regular husk only tolerated his cursed counterpart because his partner likes him

just like regular cats both hiss at each other a lot when no one is around

Almost got into several cat fights with each other before

then one day a cat version of his partner shows up out of no where and decides to just hang out with him at the bar staring at him with big eyes of affection

husk: “I’m watching you cat” 😾

cat yn: *boops cute cat nose against his finger he is pointing at her with with a cute cat smile* ☺️

husk: *shudders but still finds it cute*

At first cat husk would be annoyed by how nice and friendly cat yn was but after awhile he grew fond of her and even started bringing her gifts like he did with regular yn

the beef between both husk got even worse after cat husk saw how much cat yn liked him making regular husk feel smug

a few months later there would be three little kittens being groomed by cat husk while also cuddling cat yn

yn is the only one allowed to touch the kittens

(Ps yes okay that scene between husk and cat yn was a gravity falls reference and the art work is not mine I am not claiming ownership of it)

Cursed Cat Husk would also try to steal the kits as well. They were his kits now, not normal Husk.

A/n: OH MY GOD YES!

The kits are in bed sleeping, Husk and Reader are enjoying some drinks.

But then they see this fat fluffy cat waddling by and starts to steal them and bringing them to a spot where the reader spends most of their time.

Cursed Cat Husk hissing and scratching at Husk for him.

Husk: First you got that fuckin cat Alastor cat tryin to steal the kits and now you got this thing! No! THIS IS WHERE I AM DRAWING THE LINE!

Reader: *picking up cursed cat husk.* look how adorable he is Husk, he's not harming anyone.

[writer-akihiko]

Pacify My Insanity - Yandere!Charles X Reader

A translated piece of an insight into Yandere!Charles mindset. Tagging @yanderepuck since she was waiting for this.

Warnings: General yandere content, unhealthy mindsets, mentions of chaining and biting, violent thoughts, self-deprecating thoughts

It was one of the days that Charles wished he never thought about his actions. He was someone who'd never take a second thought about what he did. He was an executioner. He's not supposed to care a damn about what others thought of him.

But when it comes to you… it's a different page of the story.

He knows how much you despise him in the end. If he weren't a vampire, it'd be the kind of love that kills you from the inside out. He'd hate it, if it weren't for the fact that you for once were being docile and quiet.

He missed the days you'd talk to him so eagerly. You were his beloved, so of course he'd hang onto your every word. He didn't want to miss a single thing you say, even if it were constant insults hurled at him.

When he brought you to the mansion, it was nothing but curses from your mouth. Your previous warm affection that made his heart bloom turned into an embrace that pierced through his very feelings as he tried to make you see that this was the only way to keep such a sacred love of yours together.

He'd play favourites for one day, but sometimes he needed to pull out the poisonous words from his chest once his body was full of it, to prepare it to accept just more of you. More of your agony, more of your joyous expressions, just more of you.

He threw away such words. After all, you weren't in a right state of mind. You didn't understand. You couldn't comprehend his plans to keep you. Why would you deny him? Didn't you say you'd enjoy spending the rest of your life with him?

Didn't you say that you love him?

He could get violent. He could chain you, he could bite you, but he won't if it weren't to feed him. His existence, although it transcends time, his existence was to serve you. You were his true lover and master, and he was yours to keep. So why won't you take what was promised?

What of the promises you gave him then? When he told you of his wish to take you with him to the altar, or his wish to raise all the stray animals that dare meet your eye? What of it then, YN?

It was simply maddening. Not knowing what you wanted at the time. He wanted just a single moment of affection from you to believe that what he did was right. Just once… Just once is enough to pacify his insanity for you.

He didn't want to be violent around you, but your reluctance kept pushing him to the edge. It was those very days he'd lock your room, only to seal himself in a different one to wreck and destroy, physically venting out his frustrations.

He needed to hear your voice again. He needed you to reciprocate his cuddles, his hugs… his kisses. He needed you, but there he was crying in his coat, wondering what did he do to make you into a lifeless husk you were…

He wants to believe that time would heal. Oh, he wants to indeed. His impatience trumps it all in the end, the cycle of anger and agony circling you both, with Charles' voice crying out for your own sealed voice.

When would enough be enough? When would you finally get up and say that you love him again? Charles was there, lying by your bedside, where his very conscious was corrupting his own mind of his faults, silent tears staining your sheets.

He almost snapped at the sensation of warmth reaching to his cheek, swiping away the tear leaving stains on that damning face of man you had to fall for… His jaw tilted, to stare at your eyes, that held no hatred or anger, but it didn't hold any expressions of affection or love either.

The eyes… the same eyes as he met you, the same eyes that gave him pity.

"Charles?"