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hazbinshusk · 2 months

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

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

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

He can’t fucking forget the taste of you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“On the table.”

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

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

“Y-yes, sir.”

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

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

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

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

“You’ve been teasing me.”

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

“…Sir?”

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

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

“I wouldn’t—”

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

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

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

“I—”

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

“Sir…” you breathe, biting your lip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, sir…”

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

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

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

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

Fuck, he needed this. Needed you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Husk moans, and you feel him shudder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tswhiisftteedr · 7 months

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Heyyyy, could you do a oneshot f!reader x Zestial nsfw pretty please ? 🙏

Tea Salon ☆ One Shot

Zestial x Salon Owner Sinner!Fem!Reader:

A young woman with big dreams ready to be achieve was what you were, after making a deal with Overlord Rosie you soon found out that your Salon wasn't the only thing that would bloom in your afterlife...

Warning: Mature Content, Explicit/Graphic Language, Honestly Nothing Kinky, Husband and wife, Praise kink, Creampie, Oral(Female receiving), Old English, NOT PROOFREAD.

Words: 5907

Note: okay if you know anything about business, I am so sorry cuz I don’t, I just did some quick research so if it just looks like a bunch of gibberish (Rosie and reader’s meeting), I am sorry! Also a lot of Rosie in the beginning, like zestial is mentioned but doesn’t show up until the shop is open for a little while.

☆ more under the cut. ☆

In your living, you've always appreciated the simplicity of nature-oriented lifestyle reminiscent of earlier eras. It's not that you have anything against new technologies; you own a smartphone and laptop, after all. What irks you is the over-consumerism perpetuated by planned obsolescence.

Your expectation when purchasing something is that it should function and endure, offering value for the time and money invested. The capitalist mindset, with its overproduction and resulting overconsumption, is something you strongly dislike.

Capitalism inherently creates a class conflict between capital and labor. While capitalists aim for high profits, workers may endure exploitation, receiving wages consistently lower than the true value of their labor.

When you had finally passed away due to a malfunctioning smart car and had discovered that even in the afterlife, people still had to work tirelessly to meet end means, you couldn't deny that you felt disappointed.

With a background in restoration, you secured a position in a somewhat upscale restaurant – well, upscale for Hell's pride ring standards. Although you initially started as a garbage boy, you quickly ascended the ranks to become a server.

Devoting longer hours than your colleagues, by choice, you harbored a goal beyond mere survival in the hellscape. You held an ambition, a genuine dream – to establish a tea salon and sustain yourself through it.

Envisioning your own establishment, you aimed to offer freshly baked treats and brewed tea for guests to enjoy while engaging in lively conversations and gossip.

You were well aware of whose assistance was crucial for your project. Overlord Rosie served as your golden ticket to a thriving salon. You needed her help to secure a building in the border zone shared by her and Overlord Zestial, as both of their people were of interest when envisioning the kind of establishment you hope to open.

After three months of relentless work and an additional month of patiently waiting for an appointment on her end, you finally managed to secure a meeting with the elegant cannibal;

"So, what do you have for me today, darling?" she inquires.

"Well, Madam Rosie—" you begin, but you're promptly interrupted by the demon before you.

"Oh, dear, no need for all those 'madam' formalities for a sweet thing like you. Just call me Rosie. But if you insist on honorifics, then ‘Miss Rosie’ will do!" The leader of Hell's cannibal district and owner of the Rosie emporium cheerfully encourages you to address her casually. Despite the power difference, her amiable attitude eases any tension surrounding your sales pitch.

"Oh, very well then. Ahem, Miss Rosie, I'd like to seek your assistance for a passion project of mine," you pause, collecting your thoughts.

"I'm interested in opening a tea salon. It's been four months since I arrived in hell, and I've been searching extensively for the perfect building. Coincidentally, it's situated on your side of the shared border zone with Overlord Zestial. I understand it's not owned by you as part of the border zone, but being on the edge of your colony grants you some jurisdiction."

"Is that so," she replies, sipping her tea. "I appreciate the idea of a tea salon near my territory. Please elaborate more about the idea itself."

"Of course! I personally dislike the over-consumerism that existed on Earth and persists in hell. My goal is to establish one or two shops at most—something familial and local instead of a big chain. I aim to offer freshly baked and brewed drinks for my customers, who would come from all over the Pentagram. I do acknowledge that most of my clientele would be from your people, Overlord Zestial's, and those from the Radio Demon's territory. A simple analysis suggests that sinners from those areas may be more in tune with the concept, as they hail from eras when such establishments were more common," you explain.

"Well, that's all delightful, darling, but, as you rightly point out, the concept isn't foreign in these circles. Your salon is certainly not the first in these parts. No offense to your aspirations, but I'm struggling to see what sets you apart, something that would entice me to invest."

"As for standing out, I may or may not have direct access to products from the living world," you reveal, prompting Rosie to set down her cup.

"Well, isn't that interesting?" she remarks, now more intrigued.

"Yes, indeed it is. I can assure you that not only would my products be fresh, but they would exclusively feature ingredients from the living world – a culinary experience many down here yearn for. Additionally, I can promise you the highest quality of tea, such as Ceylon," you confidently declare.

"And how would someone like you, who sought an Overlord's assistance, have access to such materials? I'm not necessarily doubting you, but connecting the dots is a bit challenging," she says joyfully.

"Oh, I apologize, but I cannot disclose the identities of my procurers. I've signed an NDA as obtaining items from the world upstairs isn't their primary business. Additionally this avoids attracting requests from other companies, I'm afraid they'll have to remain nameless," you explain.

"Well, isn't that convenient for you, fufufu~ I suppose you'll have to prove your word in other ways," she remarks.

"Indeed, perhaps I have an idea on how to do so that you'd like to hear," you suggest.

"I'm all ears," she replies.

"I've noticed there's a kitchen in this building, so I was contemplating rescheduling another meeting soon after this one. During that meeting, I plan not only to bring in earthly ingredients but also to bake something for you. This would showcase my kitchen skills while simultaneously proving my capability to provide the desired products," you express.

"Well, that does seem feasible. I'll pencil you in for next Monday," she replies, jotting something down on her notepad that had been on the coffee table since the start of the meeting. "Now, shall we discuss payment?" she asks.

"Yes, please. As mentioned earlier, I'll handle the supply for my business. What I need from you is assistance in acquiring the building, help with renovations since it's a bit run-down, and perhaps some promotion to your people concerning work, as I'll still require staff when I eventually open. I've checked the listing for the building itself, and I have more than enough for the purchase. However, when renovations and promoting are considered, my budget becomes a bit tight. I was thinking of a BNPL for that part," you explain.

"Alright then, that doesn't seem too bad. How about this: I get 10% of the overall monthly revenue from your establishment. I still need to make some money, after all, fufufu~ Additionally, we can consider a 1-year BNPL plan to repay the renovation loan. And one more thing: to prove your establishment's worth, aim for a minimum 20% net profit by the end of the year since opening day. How does that sound to you?" she inquires.

"10 percent isn't too stiff, but a 20% net profit may be a little challenging in only a year of business. However, I believe in my dream!" you cheerfully exclaim.

"I'm glad you agree, though I still need some collateral for your loan. But let's discuss that after I get to see your skills in action," she tells you a bit more seriously.

"Makes sense," you reply.

"I think that's all for today unless you still have something to talk about," she asks.

"No, that's all from my side," you tell her.

"Wonderful, darling! I hope to see you Monday at 12:35 a.m.," she says as she stands up and points to the door.

"Yes, so do I," you respond as you exit the room.

Leaving her building, you were more than pleased that the meeting had gone well. Once home, as you collapsed on your couch, releasing all your stress, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter with that imp during your first month in hell;

On that day, you had ventured to imp city for errands, finding Carmine products a bit too pricey for your liking. Seeking an alternative for self-defense, you visited a gun shop there.

Exiting the store, you witnessed a heartbreaking scene—an imp being beaten up by a group of sinners, degrading names thrown at him. While you refrained from intervening, as it wasn't your place, the revelation that they were targeting the imp simply because he was an imp, compelled you to approach and ensure he wasn't fatally harmed.

Before you could rouse his battered form with a shake, he uttered, "The hell you want."

"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were okay," you reassure him.

"Bullshit," he retorts loudly. "Listen, fucking pickpocket, those assholes already took everything I had on me, besides my clothes. And I sure as hell won't be stroll down these motherfucking streets in my underwear. So, if you wanted anything, too bad, now you have until the count of ten before I blow a hole in your skull," he rudely warns.

"First of all, I'm not going to rob you. Second, how are you going to shoot me if you just said you had nothing on you? And thirdly, I was serious about checking on you. It's unfair that they beat you up just for being an imp. It's messed up, honestly. Since sinners don't have specific races like back on Earth, they just go after other beings to exercise their racist ideology," you say.

"Humans sure do love their racism," he remarks, still untrusting but more open to conversation.

"Sinners are down here for a reason, but hellspawns are different. They're currently living their lives, just like humans did back on Earth. And yet, the damned are considered superior? That's just messed up," you express sincerely. In your view, hell's hierarchy wasn't fair. ‘If this was the sinners' punishment, why categorize them as better than imps—creatures born here, not getting punished for misconduct.’

With that sentiment resonating in your words, the imp seemed more at ease as he responded to your next words. "Anyways, you need medical attention. Let's get to a hospital."

"Do you have the money for medical bills, or even the admission fee? 'Cause I sure don't," he replies, a grin on his face, strangely charming despite his black eye and cut lips.

"Yeah, sorry, pal. I can't afford the rates for treating you; I'm saving for something big," you convey with sadness in your voice.

He chuckles at your honesty. "Thought so," he replies, allowing his body to rest against the brick wall of the alley even more, as if surrendering.

"My place is far from here. Do you have any first aid supplies at yours?" you inquire, a slight panic setting in, concerned that if he fell asleep, he might not make it, even though he wasn't bleeding excessively. Yet, he didn't appear likely to stay conscious much longer.

"Yeah, but it's too far from here," he begins, heightening your anxiety. "Though my office isn't. There's some there too," he adds, his eyes glossy, appearing on the verge of passing out at any moment.

"Alright then, just give me the address, and I'll take you there," he somewhat reluctantly grumbled out the location before passing out.

Entering the address into your phone's search engine and hoisting the imp onto your back, you walked to the location.

Quite aware that cab drivers might attempt to take extort you, especially considering you were a human carrying an injured imp, you opted for the slower but more cost-effective walking route, reaching the destination in about 25 minutes.

Climbing the stairs to the seventh floor drained your energy, but your adrenaline surged upon encountering a hellhound and two imps inside the office.

The hellhound growled and barked aggressively, while the female imp simultaneously yelled and prepared for a fight. The only one not seeing red was the male imp, who was trying to make sense of the situation.

"What the hell happened to Blitzø!??" the hellhound demanded.

"Yeah, what the hell did you do to him!?!??" the female imp added, brandishing a knife.

"Millie, calm down. If they brought him here, they're most likely not the ones who hurt him," the male imp reasoned with the female.

"Yeah, it wasn't me. He got beaten up by a group of supremacist sinners," you explained as you gently placed him on the couch in the room. "He told me he had a first aid kit here, so I brought him here as neither he nor I could afford the hospital bills."

"And how can we be sure you aren't part of the jerks who hurt him, huh?" the female imp asked, her nerves still on edge, clearly showing concern for the imp. ‘Well, no, Millie showed concern a lot about Blitz.’

"You can just ask him when he wakes up, but right now, he needs help. So, can any of you bring the kit, and we'll get this over with."

With reluctance, the hellhound, whom you soon learned was named Luna, retrieved the kit and left the healing to the male imp, Moxxie. They preferred you not to touch him any further.

After briefly stepping out to grab some missing antiseptic, you observed as they took care of him. You had convinced your way into staying until he awoke; the thought that his injuries might be worse than you initially thought haunted you, and you couldn't bear the idea that he might have died if you hadn't brought him here fast enough.

After Blitzø had regained consciousness, he thanked you and offered a 50% discount on your first kill. Curious about the statement, you informed him that you weren't aware of what his company specialized in. He somewhat joyfully played their commercial for you.

Finding it all very intriguing, you inquired about the possibility of them visiting the living world for a different purpose, which he confirmed but clarified it wasn't their company's business.

Tugging a bit at their heartstrings, particularly after saving Blitzø, you divulged your ambitions. To stand out and make your dream a reality, you needed something unique, and they held the key to it. Your request was for them to procure ingredients from the human world.

Blitzø exhibited reluctance, but Millie underwent a 180-degree shift, genuinely eager to assist you, with her husband supporting her. After some persuasion, you struck a deal with I.M.P. In exchange for 5/7 of the usual kill price and keeping things on the down low, they agreed to provide you with a weekly shipment of the groceries.

Returning to the present, it was now Monday, and you found yourself 10 minutes ahead of schedule, standing in front of Rosie's emporium with a large cooler containing your ingredients.

An employee inside noticed you through the sizable glass entry doors and came out to guide you to the kitchen. They assured you that they would inform Rosie of your arrival and gave you the green light to start setting up.

True to your word, you efficiently prepared the kitchen, and right on schedule, Rosie arrived to find a clean and ready-to-use workspace, along with the promised fresh and earthy ingredients;

"Looks like you're a woman of your word, aren't you, dear?" Rosie remarked as she grabbed some dairy products and checked the expiration dates on them.

"Of course, and I wouldn't even dream of lying to you in the first place," you assured her.

"Oh, how trustworthy you are, fufufu~" she teased.

"Of course, now should I begin?" you asked, and she replied affirmatively.

With that, the baking commenced. Your choice of treat for today was a Charlotte au fraise. In about 35 minutes, you finished the preparation.

The dessert needed to chill for 8 hours in the fridge, but anticipating such a wait, you had invested in a 'chill crystal' for today and the future. This crystal is essential for cooks and bakers alike in hell as it significantly reduces the time a dish needs to be refrigerated.

Using it, your 8 hours turned into 25 minutes. During that time, you cleaned your equipment and the kitchen and, of course, brewed some tea for Rosie.

Upon reaching the 25-minute mark, you brought out the cake, cut a slice for Rosie, and served her a cup of tea. She relished every last bit of it;

"This was all wonderful, y/n," she expressed. "I am sure of it now, I will definitely invest in your dream!"

"Oh, thank you, Miss Rosie! You don't know how much this means to me!" you exclaimed joyfully.

"I'm glad I can help. But now that we've agreed I'll lend my assistance to you on your adventure, I still need you to agree on the collateral for the BNPL I want."

"Oh, of course. What is it?" you asked.

"Well, it's elementary, dear. What I want is... your soul!" she told you.

"Oh, well, that's only until I pay you back, right?" You asked worriedly.

"Yes, of course. If everything goes well and you pay me back before the deadline, you'll get your soul back. But if you exceed the time limit, your soul will indefinitely belong to me. I hope you understand that," she explained.

With a gulp, you spoke up, "I understand, Miss. Rosie."

"Wonderful, then... 'It's a deal,'" she declared, and with those words, a bright pink contract materialized, altering the entire room's shade. Nervously, you picked up a pen from the table and signed your soul away.

As you pulled away from the contract, a pink chain momentarily appeared around your neck, then vanished in a flash along with the contract.

The demonstration went well, and you got what you wanted. While having your soul signed away was nerve-racking, you believed that if you made your vision work in time, it would return to you.

You begin to double your efforts, working your ass off harder than before. On your days off from the restaurant, you checked on the renovations of your building, and about a month later, everything was completed. After a long time of sucking up to the influential guests of the restaurant, you earned enough money to quit and open your shop.

With Rosie's promotion to her people, you efficiently built a staff, even recruiting some from other districts. On the 7th of August, you finally opened the doors to your shop, and it turned out to be a tremendous success.

The turnout exceeded expectations, but you had trained your staff to handle it. Business was booming, meeting Rosie's conditions in about 5 months instead of a year.

Just as you had envisioned, people from all over the pentagram flocked to enjoy the services your establishment provided. Surprisingly, sinners from Zestial'd district emerged as your number 1 clientele, surpassing even Rosie's people.

With your salon becoming the hot topic of his district, it caught the interest of the governing overlord. Since his people were captivated by your establishment, he decided to pay a visit himself. And so he did.

Upon the first approach to the building, he was delighted by the overall aesthetic.

While he wasn't from the era when salons first became popular, being about two centuries older, the entire ambiance brought a sense of nostalgia, even though he wasn't alive when they gained popularity.

Another aspect that pleased him was the evident respect guests and staff showed to the establishment during a service. People were polite, and the quality of the food served was impeccable.

He was currently enjoying a cup of tea with none other than Rosie, discussing the success of the establishment;

"You've madeth a valorous investment, mine lief friend. This salon is nothing but successful; you've hath found quite the gem,” Zestial complimented Rosie as he sipped his tea.

Setting her cup down, Rosie responded, "Oh, quite the contrary, Zestial. My dear little owner was the one who reached out. Sparkles in her eyes and a big dream in her heart. With hard work, she achieved those ambitions, beating my expectations and regaining her soul in less than half the time I expected."

"is yond so? Quite the guts and perseverance the lady hath,“ he replied, taking another sip of his tea.

"Yes, though I honestly didn't expect your people to enjoy this place so much. Really messed up my calculations," she said, playfully feigning frustration.

"well, sinners art inherently unpredictable creatures by nature. Plus," he paused to take a bite of a fruit tart on his plate, "with desserts like this, i don't expect anyone to intermit long ere coming to tryeth those folk for themselves. Speaking of which, i would love to compliment the owner and chef for such marvelous worketh, “ he said once he had swallowed his bite.

Rosie replied, "Well, that's the fun thing – they're both the same person. She works diligently as both showrunner and employee! But yes, I can get her if you truly wish to speak to her."

"yond would beest appreciated,“ he told her.

Meanwhile, you were on the phone with a decor company, trying to arrange something for Valentine's Day in a month – or more like Valentine's week, with new decor from the 7th to the 14th.

Once you hung up, Rosie entered the office and informed you of the situation. Without questions, you followed her into the main room of the salon, and let's just say you were nervous;

Gazing at your form, Zestial spoke out, "i wilt sayeth, miss y/n, i greatly enjoy thy establishment, and so doth mine people.”

"Oh— thank you so much, Zestial, sir, I- I mean, Mr. Zestial. Sorry, I meant Overlord Zestial! So sorry!" you stammer.

"quite the nervous one, isn’t the lady?" he did add with a bawbling chuckle. he said to Rosie, who only nodded in agreement. "well, nay needeth for worries. 'zestial' is quite fine, child." he added with a small chuckle.

"Oh, alright then. Thank you for your praise, Zestial," you said with a soft smile, which he returned. ‘Satan, was he handsome.’

"Hey, how come you call him by his name right away, and I'm still 'Miss Rosie'?" Rosie teased.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Rosie. I've just gotten used to it," you replied, and they both laughed at your flustered state.

This soon became a common occurrence for you, and quickly after that, Zestial came more and more often to the point that your salon became Zestial's meeting spot when discussing business. Consequently, he had his own VIP room for such occurrences.

Simultaneously, you grew closer with the Overlord, becoming more comfortable around him. About a month later, you found yourself crushing on the man, giving him a fair amount of treats on the house to show affection.

And don't think said affection went unnoticed by him. Being an old soul like him brought wisdom, especially in the romance department.

Actually, Zestial himself found himself enamored with you, leading to him declaring his desire to court you;

You were tidying up the VIP room after one of Zestial's meetings, swiping down the table. As you prepared to leave the room, the Overlord spoke up.

"y/n, darling, may i hath't a word with thee?” he asked.

"Yes, of course, Zestial. What do you need?" you replied, your voice slightly quivering, because, 'fuck, did you love the fact he started calling you romantic pet names.'

"well, mine lovely business owner, i hath't to admit something to thee, so prithee did put the rag down and sitteth, " he requested. You obliged. "It seems that I have found mys"'t seemeth yond i hath't did find myself having fallen for thee,“ he began, making your breath hitch.

"i eke did notice yond thee seemeth to feeleth the same, or am i wrong?" he inquired, causing you to shake your head and answer with a weak, flustered 'no.' "did doth bethink so," he said with a chuckle. "then, as we both feeleth for one another, i'd like to court thee, unless thee hath't something 'gainst me doing so.”

"Yes— I mean no, well, um, shit," you stammered. Taking a breath, you spoke out again. "What I meant to say was, yes, I would love to be courted by you, more than anything, actually," you admitted.

Standing up, walking behind you, and wrapping his arm around your figure, he leaned down to your ear. "well, isn't yond perfect. I can't wait to hath't thee all to myself still,“ he whispered, somewhat sensually, leaving you in shock yet longing for more when he pulled away.

And with that, the courtship began. You found yourself taken out for nights on the town to nice restaurants, sweet notes and love poems left in your office for you to see, and evenings spent at his castle in the fireplace room, listening as he serenaded you, oh so lovingly.

You honestly couldn't wait for you and him to become official. You might have thought that being spoken for after such a short time was idiotic in the past, but Zestial was just so perfect and all you needed in your afterlife. It was obvious that you would marry as soon as he asked you.

About 5 months after your initial meeting, you found yourself dining with your suitor at quite the fancy restaurant, fancier than the one you used to work at actually.

"how art thee liking thy food, mine sweet y/n?” Zestial inquired.

"Yes, it's wonderful. What about yours, Zestial?" you asked back.

"everything is eke wonderful on mine end, " he replied, then added on, "Mine darling, would thee mind stopping thy meal for an instant? I'd like to break with an important matter with thee.”

"Oh, why, of course," you replied, putting down your utensils. You were now accustomed to Zestial and his ways, but his next move surprised you.

Zestial had stood up and got on his knees. "mine love, despite not having known thee for yond long did compare to mine long existence, i cannot see myself spending mine life beyond the grave without thee. Thou art high-sighted, talented, ingenious, and quite quaint, to a sir like me, and i would did bet many others, ye art quite literally breathtaking. Yond is accounting for thee as a whole, not just thy aesthetic attributes. So, y/n l/n, would thee doth me the honor of being thy husband for eternity?” He said as he pulled out a ring box, opening it to reveal a beautiful green diamond ring.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you gasped in surprise, your eyes widened at the stunning ring before you. The green diamond sparkled, capturing the essence of your feelings.

"Oh, Zestial..." You trailed off, a wave of happiness and love washing over you. Tears of joy glistened in your eyes as you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, a thousand times yes!" you exclaimed, your heart pounding with excitement. Zestial's face lit up with a radiant smile as he gently slipped the ring onto your finger.

As the dazzling gem adorned your hand, sealing the promise of eternity, Zestial rose from his kneeling position. You both shared a tender embrace, sealing the moment with a passionate kiss. The restaurant's ambiance faded away as you were immersed in the warmth of Zestial's affection.

The patrons and staff discreetly applauded, offering their congratulations to the newly engaged couple. Zestial held you close, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions.

"to our dateless love,“ he whispered, and you clinked your glasses together in a toast. The night continued, now infused with the magic of your commitment to each other.

From that moment forward, you and Zestial embarked on a beautiful journey, navigating the twists and turns of the afterlife hand in hand, bound by an eternal love that transcended time and existence.

And so, your wedding unfolded in a splendid ceremony. Radiant in your role, you felt like a true queen that day, with Rosie officiating and injecting humor into the proceedings, eliciting laughter from you, Zestial, and your guests.

The day was a jubilant celebration, offering you the chance to become better acquainted with Zestial's fellow overlords, including Carmilla Carmine: Holy Arms Dealer and Alastor: The Radio Demon. Despite their contrasting personalities, they played nice for the sake of the occasion.

However, that was a few hours ago. Now, with the reception concluded, all the guests had departed, leaving you and Zestial in the intimate confines of his castle, specifically, his bedroom.

Following tradition, this was the night of your nuptials, the night where you and Zestial would come together as one for the first time;

Seated at the edge of the king-size bed in your now shared room, you adorned yourself in an exquisite, intricately embroidered transparent nightgown, awaiting Zestial.

The faint click of the door drew your attention, and your now-husband entered, pushing the door open with a subtle yet confident gesture.

"Well, mine dearest bride, “ Zestial said, his voice filled with an underlying lustfulness that sent shivers down your spine. "'t seemeth we finally hath't some time high-lone.” He stepped closer to you, his presence filling up the entire room.

You could feel his eyes roaming over your exposed body, drinking in every inch of you like a starving demon discovering a feast fit for a king. While you tried hard not to squirm or show any signs of discomfort, your heart raced faster than it ever had before as he spoke words of praise.

"T-thank you, Zestial," you managed to croak out, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach.

His voice dripping with false surprise. "thee behold absolutely stunning in yond gown, y/n.”

He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to caress your exposed thighs, his touch sending electric shocks coursing through your entire body. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, fighting the urge to whimper aloud as he continued to tease you. ‘Were you always this needy?’

"art thee eft for me to claim what is rightfully mine?” he asked, his eyes flashing with hunger.

You nodded vigorously, as he slowly undressed himself, revealing his tall, imposing frame covered in black fabric that clung tightly to his lithe figure. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.

As he stood before you, nude except for his dark briefs, you couldn't help but marvel at his imposing presence. He towered over you like a giant spider, his erect member straining against the thin fabric of his boxers.

Trembling slightly, you open your legs, inviting him to climb onto the bed and join you. Without hesitation, Zestial crawled onto the mattress, positioning himself between your spread legs. He leaned forward, his mouth hovering inches away from your pussy, his breath hot against your sensitive folds.

"Tell me, mine own lief jointress," he purred, his voice low and husky. "Would thee liketh me to gust thee first?”

A shiver ran down your spine as you replied, your voice cracking slightly. "Yes... please..."

Zestial's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against your sensitive flesh. You let out a soft moan as he began to tease you, tracing light kisses along your thighs and inner thighs before finally reaching your wet, quivering entrance.

He sucked on your sensitive folds, causing your hips to buck and writhe involuntarily.

As he continued his lewd assault on your most intimate areas, his tongue darted out to lick and circle your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You arched your back, crying out his name, your nails digging into the sheets as he relentlessly pleasured you.

"Oh, Satan... Zestial!" You panted, your breath coming in short gasps. "I'm going to—I'm almost there!"

"Good girl," Zestial growled, his voice thick with desire. He increased the pace of his assault, sucking harder on your clit and thrusting his tongue deeper into your wetness.

Your moans turned into incoherent moans of pure ecstasy as he brought you closer to the edge of orgasm.

Just as you felt you were about to cum, he suddenly pulled away, leaving you craving more. "Not yet, mine own dram naughty bride," he purred. "We haven't begun yet. “

He stood up straight again, his hardened member now fully exposed, throbbing with anticipation. "do thee wanteth me to filleth thee up anon?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

You panted heavily, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, please, Zestial," you pleaded, your voice hoarse from your intense arousal. "I need you inside me."

“Are thee sure mine own loveth, thy so bawbling i’m afraid i might breaketh thee. ” He teased, which only made whine pleadingly.

Without further ado, Zestial positioned himself between your spread legs once more. Slowly, he pushed himself into your tight, wet entrance, filling you up to the brim.

A mixture of pain and pleasure radiated throughout your body as he began to thrust rhythmically, his massive member stretching and stretching you further than you ever thought possible.

Each thrust was accompanied by a low groan from both of you, the sounds of your bodies slapping together filling the quiet room.

Your nails clawed at the sheets, leaving long, deep scratches in the fabric as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your orgasm built up faster than before, approaching its peak once more.

"Cum f'r me, mine own lief," Zestial growled, his eyes blazing with lust. "Let wend and releaseth all yond pent-up desire. “

You cried out his name, your body convulsing violently as you climaxed again, your juices coating his member and dripping down your thighs.

Your orgasm seemed to fuel him further, and he picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder than ever before.

"Yes! More, give me more!" You begged, your voice barely recognizable from the pleasure that consumed you.

As your body continued to shake with each powerful thrust, Zestial groaned deeply, his fingers digging into your hips for support. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, his entire body tensing up before shooting his hot seed deep inside of you, filling you completely.

Finally, he pulled out of you, his cock still twitching as he collapsed beside you on the bed. Panting heavily, he reached over and brushed a strand of sweat-drenched hair from your forehead.

"That wast. quite wond'rful," he managed to croak out between heavy breaths. "Howev'r, i doubteth a single round shall suffice to satisfyeth mine own needeth, consid'ring i've been anticipating this moment f'r months. ”

“Oh.” Was all you had the time to say before your night of passion continues.

"Thank you, Zestial," you panted, your own breath returning to normal. "That was... amazing."

You reached over and caressed his cheek, your fingers trailing down to his chin. "Could we... do it again sometime?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes softening slightly. "Of course, mine own lief jointress," he replied, chuckling at your somewhat innocent neediness, his voice still husky with satisfaction. "We has't all the timeth in this hellish w'rld togeth'r anon. "

You lay there for a while, basking in their post-coital bliss, their hearts racing in sync. Eventually, Zestial stirred, moving closer to you. "Do thee needeth aught else bef're we retireth f'r the night?” he asked, his hand trailing down your stomach to rest on your hipbone.

“No, I just want you close to me.” You answered,

“Of course.” he replied softly, placing a kiss on your forehead as you fell asleep in each other’s arms….

Old English in order of apparition;

"You've madeth a valorous investment, mine lief friend. This salon is nothing but successful; you've hath found quite the gem, ” = "You've made a good investment, my friend. This salon is nothing but successful; you've found quite the gem,”

"is yond so? Quite the guts and perseverance the lady hath,“ = "Is that so? Quite the guts and perseverance she has,"

"well, sinners art inherently unpredictable creatures by nature. Plus," = "Well, sinners are inherently unpredictable creatures by nature. Plus,"

"with desserts like this, i don't expect anyone to intermit long ere coming to tryeth those folk for themselves. Speaking of which, i would love to compliment the owner and chef for such marvelous worketh, “ = "with desserts like this, I don't expect anyone to resist long before coming to try them for themselves. Speaking of which, I would love to compliment the owner and chef for such marvelous work,"

"yond would beest appreciated,“ = "That would be appreciated,"

"i wilt sayeth, miss y/n, i greatly enjoy thy establishment, and so doth mine people.” = "I must say, Miss Y/n, I greatly enjoy your establishment, and so do my people."

"quite the nervous one, isn’t the lady?" = "Quite the nervous one, isn’t she?"

"well, nay needeth for worries. 'zestial' is quite fine, child." = "Well, no need for worries. 'Zestial' is quite fine, child,"

"y/n, darling, may i hath't a word with thee?” he asked. = "Y/n, darling, may I have a word with you?"

"well, mine lovely business owner, i hath't to admit something to thee, so prithee did put the rag down and sitteth, " = "Well, my lovely business owner, I have to admit something to you, so please put the rag down and sit,"

"It seems that I have found mys"'t seemeth yond i hath't did find myself having fallen for thee,“ = "It seems that I have found myself having fallen for you,"

"i eke did notice yond thee seemeth to feeleth the same, or am i wrong?" = "I also noticed that you seem to feel the same, or am I wrong?"

"did doth bethink so," = "Thought so,"

"then, as we both feeleth for one another, i'd like to court thee, unless thee hath't something 'gainst me doing so.” = "Then, as we both feel for one another, I'd like to court you, unless you have something against me doing so."

"well, isn't yond perfect. I can't wait to hath't thee all to myself still,“ = "Well, isn't that perfect. I can't wait to have you all to myself forever,"

"how art thee liking thy food, mine sweet y/n?” = "How are you liking your food, my sweet Y/N?"

"everything is eke wonderful on mine end, " = "Everything is also wonderful on my end,"

"Mine darling, would thee mind stopping thy meal for an instant? I'd like to break with an important matter with thee.” = "My darling, would you mind stopping your meal for an instant? I'd like to discuss an important matter with you."

"mine love, despite not having known thee for yond long did compare to mine long existence, i cannot see myself spending mine life beyond the grave without thee. Thou art high-sighted, talented, ingenious, and quite quaint, to a sir like me, and i would did bet many others, ye art quite literally breathtaking. Yond is accounting for thee as a whole, not just thy aesthetic attributes. So, y/n l/n, would thee doth me the honor of being thy husband for eternity?” = "My love, despite not having known you for that long compared to my long existence, I cannot see myself spending my life beyond the grave without you. You're ambitious, talented, ingenious, and beautiful, to a man like me, and I would bet many others, you are quite literally breathtaking. That is accounting for you as a whole, not just your aesthetic attributes. So, Y/N L/N, would you do me the honor of being your husband for eternity?"

"to our dateless love,“ = "To our everlasting love,"

"Well, mine dearest bride, “ = "Well, my dearest bride,"

"'t seemeth we finally hath't some time high-lone.” = "It seems we finally have some time alone."

"thee behold absolutely stunning in yond gown, y/n.”= "You look absolutely stunning in that gown, y/n."

"art thee eft for me to claim what is rightfully mine?” = "Are you ready for me to claim what is rightfully mine?"

"tell me, mine own lief jointress," = "Tell me, my dear wife,"

"Would thee liketh me to gust thee first?” = "Would you like me to taste you first?"

"not yet, mine own dram naughty bride," = "Not yet, my little naughty bride,"

"We haven't begun yet. “ = "We haven't begun yet."

"do thee wanteth me to filleth thee up anon?” = "Do you want me to fill you up now?"

“are thee sure mine own loveth, thy so bawbling i’m afraid i might breaketh thee. ” = “Are you sure my love, your so small I’m afraid I might break you.”

"Cum f'r me, mine own lief," = "Cum for me, my dear,"

"Let wend and releaseth all yond pent-up desire. “= "Let go and release all that pent-up desire."

"That wast. quite wond'rful," = "That was... quite wonderful,"

"Howev'r, i doubteth a single round shall suffice to satisfyeth mine own needeth, consid'ring i've been anticipating this moment f'r months. ” = "However, I doubt a single round will suffice to satisfy my needs, considering I've been anticipating this moment for months.”

"Of course, mine own lief jointress," = “Of course, my dear wife,"

"We has't all the timeth in this hellish w'rld togeth'r anon. " = "We have all the time in this hellish world together now.”

"do thee needeth aught else bef're we retireth f'r the night?” = "Do you need anything else before we retire for the night?"

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Sleazy Thoughts

Um, what’s something absolutely sleazy y’all think the Hazbin men would fantasize doing?

I ask because I randomly thought about Husk and how he most likely engaged in a lot of…interesting behavior while he was an Overlord. For example, when he first came into power, he realized that he could use that to his advantage to get what he wanted. Plus, it’s Hell, so who would judge him for wanting a…double blowjob?

Warning: Imagine below. 😼

I can imagine Husk sitting on a loveseat, his back slouched and legs splayed apart while two gorgeous demons caress his thighs, looking up at him through their lashes. His chest is heaving in anticipation as he utters praises and compliments to them, secretly fearing that they’ll change their minds. But when one of them unfastens Husk’s pants, dipping their hand into his briefs and exposing him to the cold air, he immediately tosses his head back with a groan.

Husk can’t believe that he’s about to have one of his fantasies fulfilled—until he feels both of their lips place open-mouthed kisses on his cock, a ‘Fuck,’ escaping his throat. His claws sink into the back of the loveseat, tearing into the fabric as he tries not to cum right then and there, especially when the two of them start using their tongues. The head of his cock throbs in delight, leaking precum when both of them transition between sucking or relentlessly kitten-licking the head.

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. THIS. ☝️

#hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husker #hazbin husker #husk imagine #husk smut #husk #husker #overlord husk

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neiveel3llson · 6 months

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Spit-roast

Vox x Afab!reader x Valentino

CW: Smut, use of strap, Afab reader, no pronouns used, Valentino, dacryphilia, overstimulation, aftercare(kinda), spit-roasting, size difference if you squint, cunnilingus, fast paced bc I rushed it, please tell me if I've missed any♡

A unmissable gargling sound mixed with whining comes from Vox as he chokes on your pretty pink strap, his spit oozing out of the corners of his mouth while his screen fizzled. One of your hands plays with your clit while the other lays on the back of Voz's screen, sometimes dipping down to trace the pretty, bruising necklace of bites left by yourself and Valentino.

His other end is occupied by the aforementioned Valentino, one set of the moth demons hands wrapped haphazardly around Vox's weeping cock while the other two are perched on the TV demons waist, slamming him onto his cock unapologetically.

Vox felt like, and most likely had, already came over a dozen times however, that didn't earn him any sympathy from you, and certainly not Val. Said moth demon moves one hand from Voz's pretty cock, tracing a bulge in the TV demons stomach from his bulbous dick. Vox let's out a gargled cry in response, trying to tug his sensitive ass away from Valentino's steel grip, but wouldn't be able to even if he could, due to you blocking his way.

Valentino looks at you with a smirk, hastening his thrusts as he chases his fifth high, ignoring completely as you desperately played with your clit, yet to finish. Valentino, luckily, quickly finishes, leaning his head back while panting, only looking down to see his cum seep out of Vox's abused and overstimulated asshole.

Vox cries out around your strap as Valentino pulls out with no remorse, simply telling you to 'Hurry up.' before walking off, shrugging on his robe as he passed by. You quickly pull the sobbing Vox off of your pink strap, hurrying in taking said strap off while the TV demon continues to cry.

"I- bzzt- hurts-" Vox desperately tries to explain his pain to you, going to sit up only to be pulled back down forcefully by your quivering hand, pulling him back down to your sobbing cunt. He immidietly gets the idea, forcing his square, flat head between your thighs and sticking his tounge out, licking a strategic strip against your cunt through his own spit and tears.

You can feel the vibrations of Vox jackhammering his hips into the sofa as if he were thrusting into something while be hungrily laps up the juices of your quivering sex, pushing his head as far as he could between your thighs to desperately taste you.

He quickly becomes a slobbering mess, completely forgetting the pain and cum in his ass, only thinking of your and your delicious juices. You throw your head back in ecstacy, beginning to push your cunt further into his screen to chase your first, and only, high.

You finish soon after, letting out a guttural wail before pulling away from Vox, who looked dazed as he attempted to follow your cunt with his tounge, only to quickly get shut down by you. You get up shakily, sighing and pulling your underwear up, leaving the room, leaving Vox in his poor state of subspace.

"Hurry up." You leave him with those words only, giving no sympathy to the quaking overlord.

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ohmylovewhereartthou-blog · 2 months

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Overlord Zestiel & Carmilla Out For Love ❤️❤️❤️

DO NOT STEAL MY ART

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unforgettablewhvre · 4 months

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★ Just One More ★

★ Overlord Husk ★

"Come on baby, ya can do it" his voice rang through your ears. Pretty tears filled your eyes. Your thighs hurt and his words didn't help. Your cunt squelching around his cock. He had already filled you up so many times today, saying it would be the last. It never was, he was addicted to your cunt. You can take it can't you? Be a good girl for him, you can do it. He had fucked you over the poker table so many times. He didn't care who was watching, this was his casino. He wouldn't mind taking someone out if they said anything.

★ Masterlist ★

★ Navigation ★

#Overlord husk #overlord husk smut #husk smut #smut #𝕌𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕎𝕙𝕧𝕣𝕖 #hazbin hotel #x reader #x female reader #tw forceful behavior #tw dark content #hazbin hotel smut #Hazbin smut #hazbin hotel husk

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michaelasworlds-blog · 5 months

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Guys..I think I have a problem… 🥵 damn i know I’m writing about something else but…there might be something good on TV 📺 😈

Now that’s good television 🥵

#hazbin hotel vox #Vox #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel characters #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #overlord vox #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel fandom #vox smut #hazbin hotel fanfiction #vox x reader #writers on tumblr #hazbin fandom #hazbin

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artsdoodles · 2 months

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2nd batch of body pillow PRE-ORDERS go up in a week :)

There’s also some extra keychains from last pre-orders and posters if anyone wants to snatch one !

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rwac96 · 3 months

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Alpha Stud Barbarian Overlord

Now that Natsu has claimed you as his permanent bimbo, how is the new lifestyle for you, Lucy? Are you liking your new attire?

The harem outfit from the Fairy Tail Movie, if you can't think of an outfit for her.

(previous posts)

Lucy: *heavy exhale* "It's both exhausting and breathtaking. As for the outfit~."

*the former heiress shakes her hips*

Lucy: "I have to admit, not bad~."

#answer #answers #answered #answer post #fairy tail #fairy tail au #fairy tail smut #fairy tail shitpost #lucy heartfilia #lucy heartifilla #nalu #alpha stud au #barbarian au #overlord au

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tswhiisftteedr · 7 months

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Valentino Doodles lol

I am aware this is a writing account/blog/tumblr, but I felt like posting this here fitted the vibe(Though, it is still cross posted to my actual art account, @maviscarlettie ) (Also I’d like to thank everyone who contributed to the Vox and Val’s clothing style post,

as it help me find references for both this and future posts)

I just want to say that this man is so hot, like, god ‘Damn it, Valentino!’

Honestly I just want this (moth)man and his tv head boyfriend to throw me on their, probably Alaskan king size bed, and tag team me- hdhdjsjsjdjke, horny thoughts, hehehe~ >:)

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transingthoseformers · 1 month

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Guys I actually have no idea what the size difference between Overlord and Trepan is

Would the dick fit? Because I feel like it mightn't

#valveplug #mtmte overlord #mtmte trepan #i mean #there are other possibilities #but #I've been thinking about trepan #and #I'm not entirely sure how big Overlord is after he was made into a Phase Sixer #(of course we can enact smut logic here but still)#Trepan: and where is THAT supposed to go?? because it sure as frag isn't going in my valve #overpan

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marcieadoresu · 4 months

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Ahh. Overlord husk and S/O, having the most sluttiest time…

His hands all around you, (literally) one pair one the legs, another on the breasts (if you have them) and the final pair tying your hands together. Meanwhile his Actual hands on your hips as he thrusts his Cock deep inside you…

“Doing s’good for me doll… Dolls like you get praised and rewarded…”

It’s short… but it is my first time!!!!

CREDITS!!!

@celestialalpacaron for the post

@irkimatsu for overall making my day

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk #hazbin husk #husk smut #overlord husk smut #my first fanfiction #first time writing #it’s short but sweet

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vewyscawywriting · 7 months

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Glittering Riches

Fandom: Overlord

Pairing: Pandora's Actor x GN!SB!Reader

Wordcount: 2678 words

Tags: Just some fucking in a pile of gold

Summary: You've never gone to the treasury yet, and as such haven't personally met Pandora's Actor. He worships you like you deserve in a pile of treasure.

As a newly isekai'd Supreme Being, you hadn't visited every floor just yet. The treasury was one of the yet to be visited areas, and the moment you remembered all the treasure that was there, just for you to bask in the glory of, you started figuratively drooling. It was then you also remembered Ainz' creation: Pandora's Actor, and a wave of guilt washed over you. That poor dear had been there all alone all this time. It was high time you visited the area guardian, and check out the riches the guild had collected with your own two eyes as well.

As you stepped through the hallway towards the seating area where Pandora was, you could hear him humming to himself. The moment you stepped into view however, his hum stopped abruptly, as he turned your way, clicked his heels together and saluted you.

"Welcome to the Treasury, my exalted Supreme Being! NEIN, meine Gott/in!"

You couldn't help cringing just a bit at his voice, but you weren't too surprised. You knew what the floor guardian was like, and you secretly chuckled a bit as you didn't think he was annoying as much as he was endearing in his earnest honesty. Poor Ainz would have a headache despite having no brain every time someone new would meet Pandora, but you were unsure if he would be happy that you did in fact like his creation. Relieved perhaps. A little disturbed at your taste more likely. Then again, he was the one that created Pandora's Actor, so there was no way the overlord himself truly held no love for the guardian.

"Thank you, Pandora's Actor, please be at ease. I merely wish to see the treasury, and the floor you so proudly guard."

He saluted again, as he started rambling about the treasury and how no gold inside of it measured up against your radiance, but you were too interested in the treasury to pay much attention to his words.

You had a craving to see gold, glittering riches, gems, items that were so hard to get the entire guild had to grind for weeks, months even... You wanted to lay eyes upon it and bask in its glory. The urge to touch it was overwhelming to you, and you decided that: what the hell, you were a supreme being and you wanted to, so you would.

After all you had collected said treasures together with your friends back in Yggdrasil, so there was no reason for you not to be allowed to do such a thing.

First, a shy hand slowly reached forward, letting gold coins and precious stones run through your fingers, but then you pushed your entire hand inside, feeling the cold treasure dig into your skin. There was so many. Everywhere you looked glittered invitingly, and slowly, as if in trance you moved forward, body itching to lay in it.

You barely heard the muted gasp from the floor guardian behind you, but it was enough to snap you into reality, catching yourself before you fully laid down.

"Apologies," you said, arms crossed to keep them from touching all that was in front of you, a gesture that felt more like holding yourself back than anything. "I don't know what came over me."

Your sentence had barely come out of your mouth before Pandora yelled out a "Nein! It is only natural for a supreme being like yourself to want to bask in its MAGNIFICENT glory! Please, I can only be blessed to watch as you take what is yours. I can get the world items as well, and other special treasures that have been kept on this floor! All for you to touch and experience as is your right!" You looked over your shoulder, surprised, and caught him saluting once again, body almost twitching in anticipation of your order.

Well, you supposed it couldn't hurt.

"Yes," you almost whispered, "Show all to me."

Laid down in your riches, you watched as Pandora disappeared and reappeared, face blank, but excitement visible in his rushed movements as he placed the most prized artifacts you had access to around your prone body. Jewellery was put on you, until you felt like you were a ton heavier, but it was done with such gentle yet intense movements that you let him place yet another necklace on your neck, watching with rapt attention as he held the stone up to his eyes before gently placing it back down on your chest. You felt like a piece of art almost, and by Pandora's reverent movements you looked like one too. Pandora's Actor had stepped away, keeping a respectful distance from you that you were unaware he itched to close it again. The aura of power and decadence of the items you felt should make you feel small in comparison instead made you feel strong and accomplished, a pleased sound escaping you as you enjoyed the feeling.

Lo and behold, you weren't the only one enjoying if the tent in the floor guardians pants was any indication. The moment you realized your effect on him your breath hitched, speeding up instantly as your eyes met his empty sockets. Once again you could read nothing from his face, but his body spoke for him as he took a hesitant step forward. Hands grasping the air at his sides as you heard him mutter assumed compliments in German.

You reached an arm towards him and he instantly took your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kneeling at your feet.

"Du bist so schön, meine König/in," he muttered reverently, cool air hitting your hand as he spoke, and you suppressed a shiver. "I wish to- nein, it would be disrespectful to- I'd sully-"

His broken sentences, and the actions you realized were kissing your hand reverently made you lean back even more, basking in the attention he was lavishing on your hand.

"What, Pandora?" you asked, urging him to continue his sentence as you could almost say the answer in tandem with him.

"I wish to touch you, my Lord/Lady." he said, his voice so filled with need that you couldn't help but bite your lip, back arching towards him as you replied with a: "Then do it."

He was upon you in a second, arms falling beside your head as his legs cradled yours, but he wasn't touching you yet; hovering unsteadily as if he was still afraid you'd rebuke him. With a small chuckle you reached your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you in a strange approximation of a kiss as you felt warm breath against your lips. The moan that fell from him was sinful, as if you'd done something much more intimate than kiss him and you smiled against his open mouth.

"Meine Geliebte," he whispered, and you gasped as a tongue appeared seemingly out of thin air to lick your lips, asking permission. The tongue was long, much longer than a human tongue, and your eyes fell shut as it ran over yours, curling around it and tasting you as he finally lowered himself onto you- but only slightly. His crotch was still hovering, but you weren't paying enough attention to notice, your own hips bucking up to rub against his as he moaned again, shivering above you as your tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. "So schön," he murmured as you broke apart, face a mask of indifference, but his body and the way his voice sounded so needy spoke louder than words. His hips moved with yours now, gold coins rattling as they fell from their place, rolling down the heap you were laying on.

Your eyes were sparkling brighter than the gold as he leaned back to take in the sight of you, blushing and batting his eyelashes at him as your arms fell back, hands grasping at the treasures you were laying in. His dick twitched, uniform too tight, too constricting, but he was holding himself back. This wasn't about him; it was about you. You were a work of art, and he was going to treat you as such, though he was sure he could fuck your beautiful body forever without tiring if you'd let him. The thought made him rut into you harder, but he caught himself, moving back as you whined. "Let me," he murmured against your skin as his tongue ran along your neck, hands slowly pulling at your outfit, undressing you with the reverence you deserved. The clothes fell away from you as he kissed down your jawline, moving down to lave attention to your sensitive spots with that long tongue of his', and you arched your back languidly, a low moan escaping you as you let him worship you. Your chest got ample attention as he ran thin fingers over your nipples, pebbling them and making you sigh, bucking up into him for more friction.

He moved to sit up again, sitting on his knees with your legs on either side of him. His fingers indented your thighs as he pulled one of you legs up to take off your shoes, slowly, one foot at a time. Then he slowly moved to take of your pants, fingers running up and down your legs as he uncovered more and more of you, greedy hands mapping your skin as soon as he laid his eyes on it. Murmured praises fell from Pandora's lips as you whined for him to give you more friction, but he held himself away from you. Slowly kissing from your knees to your inner thighs, first the left leg, then the right, and you were about to sit up and just pull his face to your core that he kept skipping. You needed him so bad, arousal leaking from you as you throbbed for him. And you knew he was affected too, a dark spot appearing on the yellow fabric of his uniform, showing you his feelings for you too.

The moment he finally leaned down to move his mouth over your arousal you let out a high pitched moan, hands flying down to his head where you grabbed at him, toppling his hat over in the process. A long tongue came out to taste you as he voiced his appreciation for you taking control over him. "Yess," he hissed, "You taste divine-" his voice was wrecked as he laved your core with attention, and it almost sounded like he enjoyed this more than you, so needy were the moans coming from him as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.

"Yes, Pandora," you moaned back, arching into him, "You're doing so good, don't stop!"

He didn't stop, swiftly making you reach your climax as you bucked up harshly, thighs constricting around his head and pushing his head down so he couldn't escape you. He wasn't planning too, and you felt him shiver and groan against you.

Slowly you came down from your height, hearing apologies tumble from his mouth for a reason you weren't sure about. Greedy hands pulled him towards you as you kissed him, uncaring of the ring of your glistening arousal that covered his mouth and the taste of you on your tongue. You still needed more, you needed him to properly fuck you in this pile of gold that moved and rolled with every twitch and thrust you made.

As you leaned back you saw the wet patch on his pants had grown, and you realized that he had come while servicing you, making you pull him into you. Everything he did made you feel so amazing, from how he treated you to the orgasm he gave you, it was like everything you did was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and you needed more of it. He had made you greedy, and he was so very willing to give.

"Fuck me, Pandora," you groaned to him as you pushed your hips together, feeling him already hard again as he rutted back into you.

"Ja, wie mein Meister es befiehlt!" he roared, and you were almost taken aback if he wasn't about as enthusiastic about filling you as you were about being filled by him. His clothing morphed away from him, leaving him as naked as you, and you took in what he had to offer. And what he had to offer was far from what you expected, but left you drooling none the less. Below his pale stomach was a dick unlike any you'd ever seen before, thick, tapering at the end, and... did your eyes deceive you? Moving towards your heat. The tip was dusted pink, like his cheeks and his chest, and dripping with fresh pre cum. It twitched, as if it noticed your eyes on it, and he slotted your hips together, already rubbing against your opening.

A shuddering groan escaped him as he collected your leaking slick on his tip, your arousals rubbing together as you felt him throb against you. A moan tumbled from your mouth in return as he finally breached your tight opening. Slowly pushing all the way in as you threw your head back, jewellery clinking together on your chest as the floor guardian finally bottomed out inside of you. Almost pulling all the way out before pushing back in with a snap. The rhythm he started felt desperate, but so were you, and your hips moved with his as he found that sweet spot inside you seemingly without even trying.

"Pandora-" you gasped, as he replied with your name, your title, and 6 different pet names in varying states of coherence as loud moans escaped him with every thrust. He made no point of trying to stay quiet, making sure you knew how much he enjoyed you and how much he was honoured, his warm breath hitting your face as your eyes scrunched shut, your pathetic little moans answering his' as you tried to keep your grip on reality. Every thrust felt like electricity went through you, his cock hitting you in your sweet spot every time with perfect efficiency. Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, a silent scream on your mouth as your back arched, chest against his face as he took this chance to lave it with attention once again. Long wet tongue running over your nipples as he fucked you through your orgasm, thrusts turning sloppy as he groaned about how tight you were. When you felt him pulling out your legs closed behind him, trapping him inside of you.

"I- Meine Geliebte-" he stuttered, dick twitching inside of you as he tried not to take more from you than he already had, "I have to-"

"Come inside of me, Pandora," you gasped, wanting to feel him inside.

The sound he made was almost pornographic, shuddering as he thrust once, twice, then emptied himself inside of you with seemingly random twitches of his hips. "Y/N-" he gasped, slowly pulling out as the pale skin of his face and chest reddened under your loving gaze.

The reality of the situation seemed to hit both of you at once. As he pulled out his come splattered out of you, dirtying the gold and treasure you were laying on, and the sound made your face turn red, sweat dripping from you when you realized what you had done, and where.

But you weren't sorry, you'd do this again in a heartbeat. As you looked at Pandora's Actor, hands shivering as he cleaned you slowly, shivering getting worse with every stroke over your core when more and more of your combined come dripped out of you, sullying the treasure you were laying on you saw a thin tongue come out to lick his lips. You realized he wasn't sorry either, and you grinned wider than you had any right to. His hands ran through the coins, clinking against each other as it seemed he wanted them all to be covered in the result of your coupling, and you blushed as you chuckled.

This wouldn't be the last time you'd fuck in the treasure, that much was for sure.

#pandora's actor x reader #overlord x reader #overlord #x y/n #smut #nsft #x reader #my work #supreme being

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