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im gonna analyze this cute fictional guy......with my mouth by putting my mouth on his mouth and exploring his characterization by Making out with him

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reblog this and put in the tags something you watched that terrified you as a child. i was so scared of the hot sauce in spongebob that i refused to be in the room when it was on

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Still thinking about Husk licking a sweet, fruity cocktail off my chest and thighs. As far as he's concerned this is the only thing those frilly drinks are good for

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in a state of delusion trying to figure out if huskerdust was always there or if its a new thing they wrote into the show by taking shitty screenshots of old speedpaints

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pull your boxers down we need to talk.

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what is your stance on yumes and yumeshipping

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You're sitting outside on your room's balcony with Husk, drinking and bitching about the heat. You're wearing as little clothing as you feel you can get away with, a tiny top just barely holding in your breasts and tiny shorts that stop high up on your thigh. Hey, in this kind of weather, the less clothing, the better. You're still so fucking hot, though. You get it, you're in Hell, but Christ, this heat...

Husk smirks and asks if you'd like his help in cooling off as he takes another liquor bottle out of the ice bucket you brought out with you. You accept his offer, the glimmer in his eyes giving you some idea of what he has planned...

He starts off innocently enough, holding the cold bottle against the back of your neck and rolling it back and forth over your exposed shoulders. You shiver at the relieving chill, but as the claws on his free hand gently trace over your exposed side, a new kind of heat is rising up in you.

You squeal as the cold bottle presses against one of your knees, then starts rolling up your thigh.

"Does that help, baby?" he asks, tone not hiding what a smug jackass he's being right now.

Your skin flushes further as the cold presses directly between your legs. Your thin shorts and underwear don't provide much of a barrier for the sensitive skin beneath them. Your breath shudders as he slowly rubs the bottle against your covered folds, and you know damn well the growing wet spot between your thighs isn't just the condensation from the bottle.

"Are you actually going to drink that?" you ask.

He chuckles as you struggle slightly to speak through the sensation. "I'd like to. Just need something to drink out of."

An odd request from someone who seems to prefer his liquor directly from the bottle. He finally withdraws the bottle from between your legs and walks around the chair so that he's in front of you. Without a word, he takes your top in his claws and pushes both it and your bra up, exposing your breasts to the air.

Bastard's lucky your room is on a high enough floor that it's unlikely anyone else will see this.

"Why don't you hold these up for me?" he asks, pushing up on your breasts to demonstrate what he means. His warm tongue laps at the space where your breasts meet, and you know exactly where he'd like to take a cold, refreshing drink from...

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mutual masturbation with your f/o when it’s too hot for sex 😵‍💫

opposite ends of the couch, the AC working hard to keep you two cool, clothes shed and on the floor. he’s stroking himself in time with how fast you’re sliding your fingers in and out of yourself. brows dampened with sweat, moaning and whining about how badly you each wish it was the other touching you and bringing you pleasure 🫠

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"Did you know people are masturbating to your smut fics-- 🤢" I hope they get twice as wet as I did writing it, mind your fucking business.

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somewhere out there right now is a kid with curly hair being raised by people who have wavy hair at best and those people are giving them 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner and telling them to dry brush it. and that kid is gonna spend all of middle school and high school hating their hair and moping over the flat iron. they're being told right now that if they don't dry-brush their curl pattern into oblivion every morning it means they're unkempt and gross even though they naturally have the kind of ringlets that a thousand bridezillas would commit horrible murders for every june. it's happening right now it's an absolute epidemic and a tragedy every time

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Here's another NSFW Husk headcanon of mine!

Despite all appearances, Husk’s the type to growl praise into your ear while fucking you like he’s got something to prove. Which, let’s be real, he does. He’s a lazy bastard about most things, but in bed? Nah, that man gets feral. Like he’s trying to sweat out every regret he ever drank away. Doesn’t moan much, but he’ll curse, pant, and murmur low praises in your ear like “Fuckin’ hell, you’re perfect, don’t stop, don’t you fuckin’ stop.”

But here’s the kicker: he’s got a thing for doing it somewhere dangerous. Like public bathroom at a casino-dangerous, or Alastor’s study when he’s gone for “just a moment”-dangerous. There’s something about the thrill that shakes off his apathy—gets his blood pumping, wings twitching, tail wrapped around your thigh like he’s staking a damn claim.

And if you really wanna ruin him? Bite his neck. Scratch behind his ears when he’s close. He’ll absolutely melt into a mess of gritted teeth and needy rutting, too prideful to beg but too gone to stop.

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Could Husk cure bad headaches by pressing his head against mine and purring...

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I made a cat fursona, his name is Saelehm (HE/HIM) 🐱🏳️‍⚧️🌿

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Don't villainise yourself when defending someone else's negative treatment towards you, Dearest One