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[hazbinshusk]

This is wild but, Number Sixteen for Huskie? Totally not due to the Southern saying "the Devil is kissing his wife" when the sun is out while it is raining. Which is a better saying than its counterpart. Does it even rain in hell-?

prompt #16: a kiss in the rain

Husk curses, a hiss sounding in the back of his throat and his teeth bared in irritation as rain soaks his fur, leaving the usually fluffy hair hanging down in dripping clumps. He flaps his wings in an attempt to shake away the rain, growling as it proves ineffective.

You suppress a laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand. “We’re almost home, honey. Just gotta hold out a few more—”

“Fuckin’, Christ!” he yowls in frustration, pushing wet fur away from his eyes. “What’s the fuckin’ point of rain in motherfuckin’ hell to begin with?”

You pout sympathetically, grabbing his hand and urging him further up the hill towards the hotel. Rain has soaked through your clothes to set an uncomfortable chill into your skin, but you know it’s nothing compared to what he’s dealing with. “Tell you what, we get home, I’ll beat the answer out of Lucifer myself.”

He gives you a look torn halfway between amusement and annoyance. There’d been no warning before the downpour, and his relatively light mood had soured as soon as water had met his fur. “Fuckin’ hate this stupid cat—”

“Hey, none of that,” you tell him, grabbing hold of his suspenders and tugging him towards you. You press your lips to his, tasting the rain on his mouth, and he relaxes reluctantly into the embrace, his wings rising slightly in an attempt to shield the both of you from the worst of the wind-carried rain.

He grumbles even as you pepper kisses over his face, pressing your lips to his cheeks, the hearts above his eyes, the heart of his nose before kissing him again. You ignore the way his wet fur tries to cling to your hands, continuing to kiss him until you feel him sigh softly, his body relaxing further.

“No getting in your head with the self-hatred.” you remind him sternly, wrapping your hand around his paw. He squeezes it back, but when he opens his mouth to complain again, you kiss him again. “Nope. I love you even when you’re drenched, sour and looking like a very annoyed drowned rat.”

He grumbles, but there’s a wry smile touching his lips.

“Once we’re inside we’ll curl up by the fire with my hair dryer and some towels and I will personally kick Angel’s ass if he even thinks about making a comment.” you promise, smoothing fur back between his ears as the two of you finally make it under the awning at the front of the hotel. “Alastor’s too. Sound good?”

He huffs a reluctant chuckle, pressing his forehead against yours. You giggle as his fur drips down onto your nose. “Christ, you’re cute.”

“So are you,” you reply sincerely. “But what do we say we get you inside? I’d prefer to cuddle up to a sexy and very dry bartender.”

“Fuckin’ God, yes.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[hazbinshusk]

Oh, waking up to this after last night was so wonderful 🥰 thank you, love!

Author's Note: For my favorite Husk x Reader, HuskerDust x Reader and just over all my favorite writer at the time being, @hazbinshusk. One sentence turned into another in hopes to distract you as you need. Enjoy this small (really small) tender moment of him just holding you sweetly. 💜

BUT everyone, feel free to cozy up to Huskie for some well deserved comfort—we all need it... 💜

I like to think that Husk is the type of man who only shows certain things about himself to certain people. Behind closed doors in the hotel, you both have vinyl record players with records that play just the instrumental version of songs. With a wing cascaded about your shoulder as you both lay in the bed you often share, you lie still against Husk's chest—an earful of his heartbeat and another of the warm music filling the room.

Husk's voice joins the melody, sharing his voice with you as he sings for you; deep, honeyed, baritone as he is the one fascinated by the sizes of your palms. The way his elongated claws curl about the smallness of your hand makes his aged heart race like it once did in his youth.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles back and forth, counting each bump of your bones. Husk can't help but find your size precious as he presses a long and tender kiss to your forehead. The notes he sings resonates through your skull right down to your soul.

It is moments like these that make Husk wonder if he'd gotten lucky or somehow he'd stolen a piece of heaven into his suite. As you bury your face into his tuft of thick fur, he holds you closer to himself. There was no way he was going to let this little happiness go.

No way he would ever let you go.

[hazbinshusk]

You requested headcannons, I gotchu.

Firstly, he is very observant. One would think it would be due to his loathed catlike nature, but it is heavily from his time serving as a bartender and his ability to read people from his days as an Overlord. You cut your hair a couple usually unnoticeable inches, he spots the change. New perfume or cologne or a blend of scents? Hm. It smells good on you. Does he ever tell you that, naahh. He's too shy.

Secondly, whenever he's off duty, he tails you during group activities. Bonding sesh at The Finger Licking Good joint? He's right beside you. He won't admit to "stalking" *cOuGh cough* following you. He just wants to be near you whether he notices it or not.

When you're together with Husk, in the mornings, he takes his time scenting you with his own scent. One catlike aspect that he doesn't hate. You're his mate. He will ensure that you smell like it.

That was a wee bit long, but I tend to ramble when I get going, sorryy!

oh my gosh, you never need to apologize for rambling to me! :)

husk is definitely observant, for the all the reasons you mentioned, and from the poker table. being able to read even the most minute facial ticks or mood changes was the difference between a big win and not being able to make rent. sometimes you catch the looks he gives you... appraising, sometimes even admiring, when you've changed your hair or tried something new with your make up, but when you raise an eyebrow in question he'll just shrug it off and give you a small, casual smile he's practiced over the years. You do notice his tail twitch back and forth occasionally, though.

its apparently one of the signs your cat loves you if they like to share your space, and husk is no exception, even if he's not totally aware he's doing it. but he'll gravitate towards you in group activities and will end up sitting beside you at dinners or movie nights. it's not his fault... your energy just relaxes him so much, your scent is so comforting and sweet. besides, you never seem to mind.

he absolutely does. nothing makes him crazier than smell your scent mixed with his. the feel of your soft skin as he marks you... sometimes he'll just pull you back into bed so he can make sure every inch of you smells just right.

[hazbinshusk]

ICouldn'tResist-! I would like to request both Music and Size (cause I'm a size queen) for Husk. Thank ya much in advance, you've been doing a lovely job with your writing—its such a delicacy 💜

my love! you're always so good for my ego lol.

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

husk definitely likes having music playing on his more romantic nights with his partner.

he'll play old jazz records to set the mood, and the way your moans sound mixed with the sensual tones of a saxophone or the piano? oh, it's so pretty.

occasionally he'll hum along before or after the act, even grace you with his soft baritone as the two of you curl up together, his lips against the crown of your head.

sometimes he'll play it to try and keep your trysts... well, less obvious, but he swears, it's like you're louder when he plays music. it's like you want people to know what you're doing with him, what he's doing to you.

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

husk is a little bigger than average, around six, maybe seven inches or so. nothing outrageous, but generous enough to fill you up properly.

he's thicker than average, too. thick enough to make your jaw ache a little when you blow him, to hit the back of your throat when he fucks your mouth. thick enough to give you that sweet little burn of a stretch every time he fucks you.

pair that with the barbs... there's a lot of sensations going on when he fucks you.

means he's going to always try to ease you into it, unless he's too far gone with lust. he doesn't want to risk hurting you, but... well, sometimes you just feel so damn good...

send me a headcanon prompt and a character (blitz, stolas, husk, angel)

[hazbinshusk]

Fluffy Headcannon for Husk, he likes to gift his lover odd little trinkets. That brass knob that wasn't used for the rebuilding of the hotel? It's yours now. A deformed piece of clay thrown out of an angry potter's studio, it suddenly appeared on your nightstand. He brings you flowers, like any gentleman, but I'd like to think unbeknownst to him and his catlike nature, he brings you these kinds of things. At least it isn't something dead T-T

not you sending this right on the heels of me seeing this and absolutely losing my mind over it. (he's so little I just wanna snuggle him omgggggggg)

just ignore that he's like 10cm taller than me, he's a tiny boi

okay, okay, but this so goes hand in hand with the little bit of sweetness I've been kicking around in my head about husk making little napkin flowers and giving them to you? like, he does it without really thinking to keep his hands busy when its quiet and will leave them beside your glass when you're not paying attention? agh, I love him so much.

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A Vampire’s Lust

Pairing: vampire x fem human reader

Summary: You are washing your face in the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties when your vampire mate gets so aroused by it that he takes you against the sink, fangs sinking into your neck.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, well-endowed 🍆, vampire bites, lots 💦.

Early access for my patrons. Will be posted at a later date here. Sneak leak below.

“I’ll fuck you, mate. Here in front of the mirror.”

“You horny vamp,” you teased, hands fumbling for purchase on the sink. “You do that almost every day.”

“I love watching you writhe and cum around my cock.”

To prove his point, he lifted your leg and took in the sight of your glistening cunt and his fingers teasing your plump folds. “Pretty cunt. Want to fucking ruin it.”

Keep reading here.

[hazbinshusk]

Sorry, for popping in double time, but this question has been on my mind for a while. Personally I ship HuskerDust and I was wondering if Husk would be the type down for a threesome with Angel included. (Asking you the same also, only if you're comfy) It's more if he could handle them or if his partners could handle him. Thank ya in advance! 💜

no need to apologize, I love getting your asks!

I am a huge huskerdust shipper, and while I know some of the others who call husk their f/o don't like indulging in the ship (although, to be fair, none of them actually dislike them together as far as I'm aware), I am very much of the opinion that if I can't make him happy, I'm very supportive of angel doing so. plus, I love angel so very much, and I want his happiness in the series pretty much more than anything else.

I love the idea of a polyamorous 'vee' (but not those vees lol) relationship between reader (or me), husk and angel, with husk as the hinge. I see it as a very "this is my boyfriend husk, and this is his boyfriend angel" dynamic.

Obviously respecting the fact that angel is gay, I would see it being a queer platonic type of relationship between the reader and angel. In saying that, given angel's general openness (and my own tbh) in the bedroom, I could see us sharing husk in bed while not really engaging with each other physically. I've had some experience with polyamory and three ways and I'm not at all opposed to exploring it more.

I think husk would be open to a poly relationship as long as he has real romantic feelings towards all parties involved. I think he's definitely dabbled in group sex dynamics during his time as an overlord (and maybe when he was alive too) but this would be the first time he'd be in a romantic three-way.

Either way, it would be so much fun to have two people spoiling husk in the bedroom and watching him fall apart from that amount of attention lol. and imagine him with two partners during rut omg they might finally be able to keep up with him. Tapping out just so they can a breather and then getting turned on all over again watch husk and the other partner.

This is a dynamic I have been seriously considering exploring through fic, but I'm not sure how much of an audience it would have.

In the meantime, please, please keep sending me your ideas about this, I'd love to hear them :)

[hazbinshusk]

I didn't know the word beforehand, so this is a learning experience for me also. Katoptronophilia: The arousal of doing sexual activities in front of the mirror. Since you left the option open and I'm curious for your answer (if you're comfortable of course!) and Husk's if possible. Thank you in advance! 💜

me:

No | rather not | dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

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I don't think my body image issues would ever allow me to truly enjoy being naked in front of a mirror - I'm far too judgmental of myself to not lose my buzz by getting fixated on something about myself I don't like.

In saying that, I was once giving a guy head in front of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and being able to see the power dynamic of him having me on my knees in front of him, his hand fisted in my hair, and being able to see him watching his cock in my mouth that way... there was something about that version of being dominated that felt really sexy. in that sense, ten outta ten, would do again.

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husk:

No | rather not | dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

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we all know husk is not a fan of his body in hell. so seeing too much of himself in the mirror would maybe take him out of it a little. but if it's a way to teach you how to love yourself? then sign him the fuck up.

he loves watching you from the different angle - settle you on his lap with your back against his chest so the two of you can watch him play with you. Touch your stomach, tease his claws over your ribs, lift and squeeze your breasts (if you have them). And between your legs? Getting to see you all spread and on display for him, being able to see both the way you take every inch of him and every facial expression you make as you do? God, the whole thing will make him purr. And he'll tell you just how good you're doing for him the whole damn time.

In this position he might start to like himself more too - he can see his wings spread behind you, see how large and possessive his hands look against your flesh... maybe Husk and I need to teach each other the benefits of mirror sex lol

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send me a kink and a who (husk, blitzø or me) and I'll tell you how much they like it.

[hazbinshusk]

Why do you personally like Husk and Blitzo?

ooh, how long have you got lol.

For Husk: he's just... this perfect blend of gruff and sweet? I always love characters who are secretly sweethearts despite their own harsh exterior and trauma, and he honestly ticks so many boxes for me there. I like older men, too, so that meant an immediate win for him lol. Plus, I LOVE Keith David's voice. It's a running joke with my brother whenever he appears in a show where we just whisper "it's Keith David" to each other like we've never seen it before. But it's sexy as hell, so how could you expect me to think otherwise?

For Blitz: I relate a LOT to Blitz, to the point where I feel sometimes like I should be worried about myself. But he's funny and such a dick but also cares more deeply than anyone else in the show and that just hits me so hard? I love a quick sass and dirty jokes and a sex-driven mind, but pairing that with the energy of someone who's constantly worried about his friends/family to the point of not caring for themselves? That's where I live.

For both of them, there's the growls and shit they do which omg is such a turn on (thanks to the sexual awakening I got from Spike in Buffy the Vampire Slayer), and the fact that they both just SCREAM service top energy lol.

send me questions and headcanons

[hazbinshusk]

Heyo, I've been curious for a bit because you're really consistent with the fanfictions you write (which I'm so thankful for, it leaves a bunch for me to catch up on my days off) buuuut how long does it usually take you to write? How does the planning process go? And any advice you'd give to writers?

You've been doing lovely lately with the kinktober fics, your words are nom nomable 💜

hello, my love!

honestly, the idea that I'm in anyway consistent now is still mind-blowing to me lol. I think right now, it's just a combination of the hyperfixation still going strong, having people who actually interact with me about my writing which gives me motivation to write, and not having the energy to go anywhere on weekends lol.

in truth, I just had two weeks off work, and I wrote about 15 of the fics for kinktober in those two weeks. It's definitely going to be slowing down again soon now that I'm back at work and tired all the time because of it.

it depends on the fic - I tend to write smut faster (not really sure why), so if I get stuck on the dialogue in the lead up, then a fic could take me longer. Once I start the smut, it's much quicker. I'm also a massive procrastinator, even on stuff I enjoy, so while a fic might only take me a few hours all together, that could be spread over a few days. I get the bulk of the writing done on my weekends - during the kinktober writing there were some days where I could knock out three or four fics in a day because the motivation was flowing. Other days I'll sit in front of the laptop and I can barely get a few sentences out.

In terms of planning, I don't really have big plans. There's a husk fic I'm cooking at the moment that in my head has some legs, but the 'plan' is just a tab on the sticky note app with a list of kinks that serve as what each chapter would be lol. I have one saved away for another fandom that has, like every chapter planned out as a dot point, some with dialogue ideas, and transcripts from the original text to work in where needed (and I haven't touched it in months).

For the oneshots, sometimes I'll have a few dot points of stuff I know I want to have in there, but it's mostly just write and see what comes out - if I'm trying to fit a mould I've made, sometimes my asshole of a brain decides it won't be able to fit thoughts into that mould and I end up screwing it up for myself.

In terms of advice, the best I can say is write for yourself? the minute writing begins to feel like a chore, I lose the spark. It's why I'm trying to be really open about requests not having any time frame - my last fandom I overloaded myself with requests and it ended up feeling more like work than fun. Pairing that with the fact that I would write requests for people and they wouldn't reblog or like or let me know if they even liked it... it sucked. But now, it's for me, most of all. I love all of you so much for enjoying it and taking time to do things like this and I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I need to keep in mind that I am, first and foremost, writing for me.

maybe not the most practical or helpful piece of advice, but its what came to mind :)

[hazbinshusk]

I will forever be obsessed with the fact that viv gave us a character who keeps everyone at arm's length and is completely dismissive of love, and proceeded to cover him in hearts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hazbinshusk]

husk x reader. requested by @jazziesanura. husk might be part feline, but his bird-like traits affect him too. so when the object of his affection is around, ever so occasionally, he finds himself singing.

featuring: 1.2k of pure fluff and a bashful husk being a gentleman.

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There were countless reasons you liked to linger in the lobby rather than up in your room, despite the chance of being enlisted in any number of tasks by the owner of the Hazbin Hotel. You’d hung more celebratory banners than you cared to count, but still, you often spent your time curled up on one of the lobby sofas with a book or one of Charlie’s latest art projects in your lap.

Sometimes the reason you preferred it was the endless entertainment provided by Niffty’s endless war on bugs.

Sometimes it was that Angel would grace you with his presence before work and you’d find yourselves swapping overly salacious stories that would make the spider demon cackle with joy.

Occasionally Pentious would slither downstairs in order to introduce you to his latest complicated creation, and sometimes his little eggs would find themselves in a turf war with Razzle and Dazzle and you’d be in tears trying not to laugh as you separated them.

But – even though you wouldn’t admit it aloud – there really was one real reason you liked to stay in the lobby.

Because every now and then, if you were lucky…

Husk would sing.

When the bar was empty and the other guests and staff were elsewhere, occasionally you’d hear the soft tenor of Husk’s voice ebb out to fill the space between you. He never sang very loud, just a soft crooning to himself as he polished glassware or wiped down the polished wood in front of him. It would just barely reach your ears, but it relaxed you and filled you with the most addictive feeling of butterflies all at the same time.

The strangest thing about it was, whenever you asked those who also spent time alone with him, no one else had ever noticed him sing.

“What song is that?”

You’d broken your own rule about interrupting him, and you cursed yourself silently as Husk stopped mid-lyric, letting out a small ‘wrrr’ of surprise as he looked up. He looked startled, even embarrassed by the question, pale pink blooming across his muzzle.

You grimaced apologetically as you stood up. “Sorry.”

“S’okay,” he replies gruffly, his shoulders relaxing slightly. Still, you notice his tail twitch almost warily behind him.

“It’s nice,” you continue gently. When his brows furrow you explain, “The song. It’s pretty.”

“Oh.” Husk clears his throat, setting the glass he was holding down on the counter. “You, uh… you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

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Your smile is softened by the alcohol buzzing in your brain, and you lean your temple on your hand. Husk’s own lips are tilted in a similar smile as he pours the two of you fresh glasses of something he calls a ‘rusty nail’. It burns pleasantly down your throat and against your lips, and Husk hums approvingly as you toss back half the glass.

“Gotta say, sweetness, I never figured you’d be able to handle the booze as well as you do.” he notes, pouring the dregs from the shaker into your glass. “’s impressive.”

“’s not all I can handle,” you reply without thinking, and your face burns.

Husk blinks at you, eyes wide, for a moment before he coughs a laugh, shaking his head. His voice lowers and softens when he speaks next, and it send the warmth from your cheeks down to pool in your stomach. “I don’t doubt it.”

He holds your gaze for a long moment, an amused tilt to his lips, before you glance away again to take another sip of your drink. You clear your throat, trying to find a way to change the subject. You couldn’t let yourself focus on the way his expression, his tone of voice, was making you feel.

“So, uh… you gonna tell me what that song was?”

Husk glances down at the bar, rubbing a paw through the fur of his neck. “’s nothing. Just an old… ‘s nothing.”

“I liked it,” you tell him gently, your glass held just below your lips. “I always like it when you sing.”

Husk grimaces bashfully. “You hear that?”

You nod, still smiling. Maybe it’s the alcohol that loosens your tongue, maybe it’s the way that even though his tone is embarrassed, his eyes are watching your every reaction so carefully. Maybe it’s just being with him but you simply admit: “It’s my favorite thing.”

Hush flushes, dithering uncertainly for a moment before he meets your eye again. He studies your face, your expression, and your sincerity before he throws back the rest of his drink and sets the glass back on the counter. Husk rounds the bar and with a moment of hesitation, holds out a paw to you.

“C’mon.”

You raise a brow but take it, letting him pull you gently off the bar stool and lead you towards the middle of the lobby. He turns to face you, your hand still enclosed in his. His other hand comes up to hover near your waist and those butterflies swirl inside you again dizzyingly.

“…Can I?”

You nod slowly, confused, and a thrill runs through you as he touches your hip. His hand smooths over it to let his claws curl carefully against the sliver of skin between your shirt and the waistband of your jeans, and you release a shaking breath. He gives you a small, bashful smile, stepping closer to you, and his smile widens slightly despite himself when your breath catches.

“Relax,” he tells you softly, and when your free hand comes up to rest on his shoulder, he leads you into a slow, surprisingly graceful movement that’s something akin to a waltz.

His body is warm against yours and your fingers curl in the soft fur on his bicep, threading carefully through the silky hair. He hums a quiet tune for a few moments, leading you along with it, and you find yourself settling into his embrace as he begins to sing.

“I ran around with my own little crowd,

The usual laughs, not often but loud.

And in the world that I knew,

I didn’t know about you.”

His voice is honeyed and warm in your ear, his touch tingling against your back and against your palm. You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, feeling as though you’ve been dipped directly into the melted caramel of his sweet tenor.

“Chasing after the rain

On the merry-go-round.

Just taking my fun

Where it could be found.

And yet what else could I do?

I didn’t know about you.”

You hesitate for a moment before releasing his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers twine in the fur at the back of his head. Husk’s hands take hold of your hips, sliding around to interlock against the small of your back. You hear him swallow, his voice shaking slightly as he begins the next verse.

“Darling, now I know,

I had the loneliest yesterday,

Everyday in your arms

I know for once in my life I’m living.

Had a good time every time I went out,

Romance was a thing I kidded about.

How could I know about love?

I didn’t know about you.”

Husk pulls back slightly, meeting your gaze with hooded eyes. The two of you are just swaying now, locked together in an embrace you never want to end. There’s an almost rueful curve to his lips.

“I didn’t know about you.”

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Author's note: for those interested, the song is I Didn't Know About You by Duke Ellington. If you would like to hear a masculine voice singing it (although sadly not Husk's), I'd personally recommend Seth MacFarlane's version. It's absolutely beautiful.

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husk x gn!reader. two anons asked for husk teaching you how to make a drink behind the bar. one request was for sweet, one for a little spicy, so here's something that hopefully somewhere in between. 1.3k

featuring: basically non-stop flirting, wandering hands, and husk being hot as shit making drinks in close quarters.

“I’m just saying, honey, it wouldn’t kill you to add a little flair every now and then,” you say idly, tip-toeing your fingers across the bar top in front of you.

The look Husk gives you is completely devoid of emotion, and he keeps that deadpan expression as he tosses the shaker he’s holding up over his shoulder. He catches it with his other hand behind his back, returning to shaking it without pause. You purse your lips to try and stop your smile, and he smirks, knocking the shaker open and straining the contents into a glass. He slides it across the bar so it comes to a stop in front of you.

“Show off.”

He snickers, drinking the dregs of the cocktail right out of the shaker. He wrinkles his nose at the sweetness of the first sip, but tips the rest of it down his throat anyway. “You gonna try it or you gonna leave me on tenterhooks all night?”

“When the bartender doesn’t even like it?” you tease, lifting the glass obediently. “Shudder the thought.”

“Drink, smartass, before I take back the offer to teach you anything.” Husk tells you, and you grin, tipping back a mouthful pointedly. The sweetness of the honey liqueur teases over your tongue, undercutting the bite of the vodka. “Well?”

You lean across the bar, pressing a kiss to the side of his muzzle by way of answer. “What’s it called?”

Husk grins, reaching up to cup the back of your head with his paw and pulling you into a proper kiss. He lets it linger, tasting that same sweetness on your lips. “’s the Bees Knees.”

“It sure is,” you joke, and he rolls his eyes as he releases you.

“You’re a fuckin’ dork, ya know that?”

“Sure do,” you reply cheerfully, easing yourself up off your stool. You clap your hands together, bouncing on your heels. “Now, are you gonna teach me how to mix you a drink, or what?”

Husk smiles in exasperation, waving a clawed hand to beckon you behind the bar. “I’m already regrettin’ this.”

“Oh, hush,” you shoot back as you round the bar and come to stand next to him. “I’m gonna be great at this. Now what am I making?”

“The Last Word.”

“Sounds ominous.”

Husk smirks, rinsing out the cocktail shaker and setting it down in front of you. “Cocktail outta the prohibition era. If I’m gonna waste my time with all that bells and whistles shit, might as well pick a drink that’s strong as fuck.”

“Charming,” you tease, giggling when he pinches your side in retaliation. “Okay, okay… what do I add first?”

Husk’s shoulder brushes against yours as he moves to stand beside you. “You want about an ounce of everythin’ in there – it’s a real straight forward recipe. But before you do anythin’, if you’re makin’ this right, you wanna chill the glass.”

You raise a brow, amused. “You never chill the glass.”

“Yeah, well, I never make it right.” Husk retorts, smiling when you laugh. He turns his head, leaning into you and ghosts his lips against your temple.  “Ice in the glass, pet.”

“Yes, sir.” you’re only half-mocking in your reply, and you scoop out a shakerful of ice, tipping half of it into the glass he’s set out for you.

“Good.” he mutters, and you feel his arm brush against the small of your back, his hand curling around your opposite hip. You smirk to yourself, but otherwise, you don’t acknowledge his touch. “Now gin.”

You turn to reach for a bottle, and Husk tugs on your waist in reprimand. “Uh-uh. Not the cheap shit.”

You give him a pointed look. “I’ve seen you drink that paint thinner like water.”

“’s a fair point, doll,” he agrees, amused. “But you’re puttin’ the effort into makin’ me a drink – I should probably have the chance to enjoy it.”

A frown pulls at the edge of your lips at that, but now isn’t the time to address his addiction. Instead, you select one of the fancier labels from the shelf and measure out a neat ounce. You pour it into the shaker just as Husk sets a slim green bottle down beside it. You tug the stopper out of it, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing. “Ooh, and this is?”

“Maraschino liqueur,” Husk tells you. He’s moved to stand behind you, watching over your shoulder as you work. “Same amount, baby.”

“Aye aye, cap’n.”

“Shut it,” he growls in your ear, and you can’t help the shudder that rolls down your spine. “Cheeky bitch.”

“You love it,” you retort, doing as instructed even as you say it. The bartender rewards you with a kiss to the side of your throat, his claws claiming your hips. The cold, wet brush of his nose is an addictive contrast to the warmth of his lips, and you hold back a gasp when the rough barbs of his tongue dart out to tease briefly over the same spot below your ear. Still, Husk notices your reaction, and he chuckles, breath tickling against your skin. “Stop… stop distracting me.”

“I ain’t distractin’ you,” he murmurs, sliding a bottle of lime juice across the bar to you. You didn’t even notice him grab it. “Now, usually you’d need fresh lime juice, but I ain’t picky and cuttin’ ‘em up’s a bitch. ‘Specially when the only one who ever asks for ‘em is Angel.”

“Noted.”

“But if he asks, tell him they’re on back order,” Husk says in your ear, and you breathe a laugh, measuring out an ounce of the juice. He hands you a bottle labelled ‘Green Chartreuse’ and you do the same. It smells kind of peppery, but you catch the hint of mint as well. He steps back, giving you a little more space. “Good girl. Now we shake.”

You follow the same motions you’d seen him do a thousand times – pop the top on and smack it down firmly into place with the heel of your hand. You lift it and start to shake, stopping when Husk chuckles. “What?”

Husk takes hold of your elbows, lowering them back to your sides. He steps in close to you again, pressing his chest up against your back. “Jus’… take it easy. You’re mixin’ a drink, not takin’ flight.”

Warmth spreads through you at his touch, and you shiver as he trails his claws down your forearms to your wrists. You can feel his breath fanning softly against the side of your throat, and his nose bumps against your pulse point. You turn your head slightly, chasing his lips with your own, and you catch him smile as he nods down at the shaker in your hands. “C’mon, doll, concentrate.”

“Don’t wanna.” you say petulantly, but your voice comes breathy and soft.

“We’re almost done,” he tells you, volume matching yours. From him it’s a low tenor, a rumble that you swear you feel down to your bones. “Promise.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Focus, pet.”

“Oh, I am, trust me.”

Husk chuckles into your throat, brushing a teasing, biting kiss over your skin. “On the drink, pet.”

You sigh, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. “Fine.”

Husk smiles, touching his lips to your temple before you straighten, letting him guide you into shaking the cocktail like a professional. You dump the ice from the glass and set it back on the bar top, and Husk hands you the strainer with a smile so you can pour the drink. You pick it up as soon as it’s poured, turning around to face him.

There’s only a few inches between the two of you as you lean back against the bar, holding up the glass in offer.

“And voila.”

Husk’s claws curl around your hand as he takes the glass from you, lifting it slowly from your grip. He holds your gaze as he takes a sip, and you wait impatiently for a moment before saying, “Well? How does it taste?”

“’s good,” he tells you, swallowing back another mouthful. “You did good, doll. Want a taste?”

“Sure, I—”

“Good.” Husk grins, grabbing hold of your bicep and pulling you into a kiss.

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Getting Pounded by Nagas PART 5: Βabies

Pairing: Two nagas x f!human reader

Summary: it has been two months since your precious eggs hatched. You have a blissful life with your mates and babies. Your nagas are the best daddies in every way. 😉

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, starts cute but then there is smut, lactating and feeding babies, double 🍆🍆, fingering, p in v, οral (male), anal, dοuble penetr. Don’t like, don’t read please.

Soft afternoon light filtered through the colorful curtains. The nursery was filled with the adorable cooing of your baby naga boys. You sat at the comfortable armchair, your naga hybrids in the cradle of your arms. It had been almost two months since your precious eggs had hatched, stealing your heart forever. They were a mix of human and serpentine body, just like their daddies.

You marveled at their tiny, adorable forms which fit just perfectly in your arms. Little Rowan looked after his daddy, Thorne. He had a cute, chubby face with big eyes the same color as yours, and a tiny green-scaled tail. Little Bjorn, however had inherited your human nose and lips, and Ragnor’s eyes and red-scaled tail.

You were so proud that your DNA had been accepted by the eggs and they now looked after you as well.

You kissed each of their chubby cheeks and blew raspberries on their round bellies. The little ones giggled and looked at you with tenderness and love. Ahh, your heart felt so full!

Sitting back comfortably, you lowered the neckline of your dress and offered your breasts to your hungry little naga hybrids. They eagerly latched on your nipples, tiny hands nuzzling your breasts as they began to nurse, their tails cradling your arms waist. It was a calming and incredibly beautiful sight, watching them feed and grow stronger with each passing day. And dear Gods, they did eat a lot. Which was good because you had so much milk that sometimes it made you uncomfortable.

Gentle cooing sounds echoed in the quiet room as the babies fed, their tails curled lovingly around you. They suckled greedily, their attention fully devoted to your breasts. A soft slithering sound caught your attention; your mates. With a smile, you turned to see Thorne and Ragnor entering the room. Your naga mates were tall and handsome with strong shoulders and chiseled muscles. Their lower torsos extended into supremely long and powerful tails that moved gracefully across the floor.

They had just come back from work. Thorne and Ragnor were rangers, they protected the frontiers of the rainforest. Your mates looked incredibly smug to have returned just in time for the feeding of the little nagas. They surrounded you from both sides, their scaled tails coiling around your seat. No matter how many times you fed the babies, they loved the sight of you and they also got highly aroused by it.

“Hey, there pretty mama,” Thorne said, bending down to kiss you deeply, tongue slipping in your mouth.

When Thorne pulled back from your mouth, Ragnor was claiming your lips, his long tongue brushing against your smaller one.

“Our beautiful mate,” Ragnor murmured proudly. “Feeding our babies. Looking so beautiful and…” he whispered in your ear, “sexy.”

“I breastfeed at least twenty times a day, aren’t you bored watching me yet?” you teased them, a bright smile on your face.

“Never,” Thorne said huskily, eyes on the babies suckling your nipples. “We can never have enough.”

“Look at our precious little ones,” Ragnor said, caressing each cheek of the babies as they fed from your breasts. They moaned softly at their daddies but kept feeding, too hungry for milk to care.

“Hungry little monsters,” Thorne chuckled. “They are enjoying it so much.”

“They take after their daddies,” Ragnor said, leaning in to kiss the mound of your left breast. His lips were warm and soft against your skin, but the baby didn’t like the disturbance and groaned softly.

“Easy there, little guy. I’m not going to steal your mama,” Ragnor said then winked up at you, “yet.”

Thorne followed, kissing the mound of your right breast. The other naga baby ignored him and latched your nipple harder as if to keep it for himself.

You winced a little at the tug, your cheeks blushing. “You two are incorrigible. Worse than babies.

Ragnor gently stroked your neck. “We can’t help it. It’s hard not to get a little jealous of our babies,” he grinned. “They get the best parts of you.”

You laughed, the sound blending with the hungry coos of the babies. “Well, our babies have their needs,” you replied, your eyes twinkling with love. “They need to be fed constantly.”

“And so do we,” Thorne whispered, kissing you lightly. “But we can wait.”

Once the babies finished their meal, they released your nipples with soft wet plops and squealed up at their daddies. Ragnor and Thorne held them in their arms, kissed and fondled their little tails. Watching your mates with the babies made you so emotional and at the same time, so happy that you’d carried their eggs and went through all the intense naga birth procedures.

Your baby hybrids were worth all of this and so much more.

An hour later, your babies were freshly clean and tucked in their cots, sleeping with their tails coiled over one another and their cute little mouths forming precious smiles. You and your mates kissed them one last time on their foreheads and quietly left the nursery.

“I believe it’s now time for you to take care of the daddies,” Ragnor told you, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You giggled as they led the way to your bedroom, Ragnor’s strong arms pulling you down onto the mattress, his long tail wrapping around the bed. He kissed you, his mouth possessing yours, tongue licking inside your mouth. Thorne joined in your side, kissing the crook of your neck, tasting and teasing, making you moan with need.

A few expert tugs and wiggles and they had you naked beneath them, their hungry gazes roaming your body. After the birth, your breasts were full and round, your nipples incredibly sensitive and leaking milk. Your belly was also softer and curvier as were your thighs. Your mates were in love with your body and since you were a little shy about these changes, they took every chance to remind you just how perfect and sexy you were.

Ragnor slipped between your legs, arms holding under your knees and spreading them wide apart. Your pussy clenched with anticipation, leaking with arousal and with your mates’ seed from when they’d fucked you earlier this morning.

Thorne’s lips trailed a path down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Ragnor took one swollen tit in his hand, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipple. Thorne cupped the other, molding it to his large palm while his thumb toyed with your leaky nipple. You squealed as they took turns worshipping your tender buds, hungry lips and tongues bringing you to the edge of ecstasy.

“Such stunning tits,” Thorne murmured, his breath hot against one nipple. “Full and ripe.”

Ragnor’s tongue nursed from the other bud, lapping up the leaking milk. “I could spend an eternity worshiping our mate,” he rasped. “Feasting on her leaking nipples, pulling, tugging, suckling.”

“Also fucking her pretty pussy and tight ass,” Thorne added cheekily, suckling your nipple into his mouth, tongue whisking the leaking tip.

“Oh, yes, that, too,” Ragnor said with a husky drawl. “Pounding her so deep that she can’t speak. Filling her up with our cum.”

“S—Stop teasing,” you said, clutching both their shoulders, your body shaking from overstimulation.

Unbothered, your mates resumed devouring your tits, massaging the tender mounds and doing all sorts of shameless things to your buds with their tongues. Your poor nipples, so sensitive and aching, responded eagerly to your mates’ touches. You stayed there and moaned lewdly as they had their way with you, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

Soon, their hands joined in the sensual game.

Thorne’s fingers reached between your legs and he began to rub your clit in slow circles. Instinctively you arched your body, bucking your hips to gain more friction. At the same time, Ragnor’s hand slid over your inner thighs before stopping to tease the rosebud of your ass. He probed gently at first, his fingers lubricated with your juices, tracing the rosebud before thrusting two thick fingers inside.

Drawn-out moans left you as you thrashed and wiggled while they devoured your nipples and teased your pussy and ass. Their tails came to clutch around your thighs, holding you brazenly open for their ministrations which heightened your arousal and finally pushed you over the edge.

With a cry, you came undone, your body convulsing, your mind blanking out for a few moments. Ragnor and Thorne continued to tease your body, no less intensely. They suckled your tits loudly, slurped at your milk and let out animalistic growls. Thorne’s fingers were languid over your pussy while Ragnor’s stayed buried inside your ass.

“Fuuuuck, you’re exquisite, mate,” Thorne murmured, his lips claiming yours.

Ragnor watched as you were kissed, pulled out his fingers and leaned to kiss your neck.

Both nagas let out low vibrating purrs that that sent shivers down your spine.

When you finally came down from your high, you kneeled between them and started stroking their bodies, taking turns kissing each of them while tracing their bulging muscles and then down their cockslits. Their double cocks were already aroused and had emerged from their slits, jutting angrily toward their stomachs.

Your hands found Thorne’s shafts and your fingers wrapped around both of them, his cocks obscenely big in your small palms. Meanwhile you worked your tongue around each of Ragnor’s dicks, tracing the bulging veins and licking the beads of pre-cum on the heads. Ragnor jerked his hips with an audible moan, thrusting one dick into your mouth, your lips stretching, throat tensing.

Their tails joined in the game, coiling around your breasts while the tips slithered down your legs, opening your asscheeks. Ragnor’s tail filled your pussy while Thorne’s slid past the tight bud of your ass and up your guts. Muffled moans escaped you at the dual penetration.

“Mphhh…” you breathed when Ragnor drew back his cock which was glistening in your saliva. You immediately sucked his other cock while pumping Thorne’s with your other hand, both their tails fucking you with primal ferocity, causing your tits to bounce.

You alternated between your mates, pumping them with your hands and taking them in your mouth. Their cocks were hard and thick, the long girths kissing the back of your throat. You choked only a little and took them like a champ, slick sucking sounds and primal groans resounding across the room.

“Yes, mate —fuckkk, feels so fucking good.”

Ragnor slammed his cock down your throat, chasing his release.

“Ghrr….! Hmnn!” You gagged when the rip of his cock kissed the back of your neck, his hot release spurting down your mouth. You took both cockheads into your mouth and shallowed every drop. Ragnor roared, his hips undulating violently as he came down your throat.

Thorne came next and you instantly put his shafts in your mouth. Your mouth filled with the cockheads while your hands wrapped around the lengths that didn’t fit. In seconds, you were swallowing load after load of his cum. His jizz was too much, it dribbled down your lips but Thorne gently pulled it back into your mouth with his thumbs. You swallowed everything obediently.

“Such a good girl,” Thorne growled as you nursed his cocks, licking a long slow stripe up the underside of the shafts. “Taking every drop of our cum.”

“And letting our tails fuck her tight little holes,” Ragnor drawled, his fingers tracing where you were filled to the hilt with their tails. “Want our tails to keep fucking you, love? Or do you want our cocks?”

“Hmphhh…” you tried to talk but your mouth was filled with Thorne’s cockheads.

“There you go,” Thorne slowly pulled back, slipping from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his shafts to your mouth.

“Co-cocks… want to be full,” you muttered, a hazy smile playing on your lips. “Cocks, pl-please.”

“Whatever our mate wants, our mate gets,” Thorne kissed you wetly. “We’ll give you our cocks and our love.”

“And lots, lots of orgasms,” Ragnor added, claiming your lips, too.

Thorne laid down on the mattress and gently rearranged your body, pulling you to lay with your back on his chest, your legs splayed wide. Ragnor came to rest between them, watching at where their tails were still fucking you slowly. The nagas retracted their appendages and instantly wrapped around your legs, keeping them obscenely open.

Ragnor hovered above you, rubbed your clit then used his thumbs to pull your outer lips apart and expose the glistening entrance of your pussy. You were drenched, your folds pink and puffy. The bud of your ass was also swollen and the sight of your eager holes made them feral.

“How about I fuck your lovely pussy, love?” Ragnor rumbled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Thorne can take your tight little ass.”

“Hmm… yes please…” you clutched him desperately. “Want you both.”

“Sharing is caring,” Thorne muttered cheekily as he lifted you by the globes of your ass and positioned you over his twin cocks. He cupped both shafts and prodded your tight asshole with the heads. You whimpered, your tight hole stretching to accommodate his massive cocks. Inch by inch he lowered you down until he was deep up your ass.

It was then when Ragnor pushed forward, clutching his shafts in his palms and driving them inside your pussy. You accepted them, inch by delicious inch, filled to the limit, your belly swelling with their girths inside you.

“Tight. So wet and tight.” Ragnor’s gaze smoldered with need. “Taking us so good. Our good little mate. The mother of our offspring. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, love.“

They started to grind inside you, their hips pumping steadily. They stretched and filled your holes again and again. You sobbed and clung to Ragnor for dear life, while Thorne toyed with your nipples and flicked your clit in time with his thrusts. You came in no time, pussy and ass clenching around their cocks, body arching wildly. Their tails gripped your hips so you wouldn’t shift away from their pounding.

They didn’t stop.

They kept fucking you through your orgasm, Ragnor’s grip tightening as he pulled you to ride him. Your legs wrapped around his torso and he lowered you onto his thick, waiting cocks. The stretch was intense, his girths stretching you to the brim. Thorne sat up behind you, his chest against your back as he adjusted the angle and thrust his cocks up your ass.

The new position was overwhelming, you were so completely filled, consumed by the sheer intensity of their shafts rubbing inside you.

They settled into a maddening rhythm, pounding your holes at the same time, never leaving you empty. Your arms clutched them while your small body, trapped between them jerked in time with their powerful thrusts. The sensations were maddening, leaving you gasping and begging for release.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Thorne breathed against your ear, hands tweaking your nipples. “I can feel your ass clenching around me.”

Ragnor hummed. “Can’t last much longer,” he said, his voice rough.

“Hmmm… m’ too, want to come— ahnn… close so close,” you whimpered as they pounded into you, changing nothing in their tactics.

“Let it go, little mate,” Ragnor drawled. “Let it go and take our cum, hm?”

You nodded fervently, clutching them while bouncing on them and chasing your peak.

Thorne’s cocks drove deep into your ass, and Ragnor’s cocks filled your pussy utterly, their relentless pace shattering you. You came with a cry, every nerve ending on fire.

They followed right after, their cocks pulsing and filling you with loads and loads of their seed. It was so much it overflowed and tricked down your thighs.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm faded, they gently rolled you sideways, their cocks still hard inside you. They kissed you, Thorne against your back, his hands caressing your face. Ragnor lay in front of you, whispering soothing words as he nibbled at your neck. You fell asleep nestled within them, satisfied and full of love.

Your mates. The loves of your life. The fathers of your children. Your everything.

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