I sent this ask to @sinsmockingbird previously, but I hope you enjoy it as well, I might make something of it for a future fic on Ao3 or such, but either way here is my idea.
P.S. This is over 2k words of filth, hope you like it lol. I will also have a bonus at the end for you.
Picture this, Female chief reader decides to try and raise morale and funding for the bureau by running a maid café for the Sinners, with the food being prepared by Kelvin and Ignis with her handling the front.
Though the readers outfit is a little risque, the skirt is a bit too short and hugs their hips just a little bit too tight, and the top barely covers their breasts, with each movement making them jiggle.
One by one the sinner girls come to the café, intrigued by the idea of it, they wind up staying out of a desire to not embarrass themselves by leaving with either noticeable damp stains or noticeable bulges in their clothing as the reader dances around as they hand out their food and drink.
Sometimes they lean in and entrap the Sinners arms between their breasts, the warmth of their bosom and the sensation making them jolt as they lean in and purr in their ears in a breathy tone just what it is you think they would like, each syllable annunciated with a sinful purr that makes them shudder in delight.
An act that left Dreya silent and still as she struggled to contain her desires to pull her guide into her lap and savor her then and there, though she was able to content herself with the knowledge that later on she would make sure her guide paid for this teasing in full.
At other times you hand them their drinks and ask them if they would like something extra with the drink, maybe a little milk? Serpent winds up going crimson as the reader puffs out their chest as they say this, the action nearly making their breasts slip out of their top as the faintest edge of their areole becomes visible to her.
P.S. Imagine Serpent is snake like in that she has a pair of hemipenes, that is to say she has two cocks that are now trying to imitate the Eifel tower as she struggles to hide them.
At another point Zoya decides to try a special deal being the reader sitting on Zoya's lap, straddling her thigh and purposefully grinding their own plush thigh against the growing hardness between Zoya's legs as she leans in, pressing her breasts again Zoya's chest as she feeds her.
Truthfully though, Zoya is more focused on the damp spot left on her leg, evidence that the reader is not wearing any panties as she sashays around after feeding Zoya, the reader looking over her shoulder to wink at Zoya as she leans forward enough that the faint edges of her ass cheeks and what lays below are visible to the aching wolf.
Shalom feels she is in paradise as she gets a special deal that involves the reader kneeling on her lap, legs spread enough that the dampness is pressed against her skirt, as she holds a milkshake between her breasts.
The former Hush finds herself both blushing and fighting the urge to pounce as the Reader delicately puts her hands behind her head and guides her to drink from the straw as they card their fingers through her hair and purr soothing words to her, telling her she is being such a good girl and that she looks so good with her face between their breasts, and it feels wonderful to have her drinking from their chest.
It is safe to say that when the reader gets off her lap, carefully plucking a cherry to give to Shalom via a kiss as a finale, the Hush falls back silently with a glazed look in her eyes as she fights the urge to slip her and into her skirt and relive the ache your actions gave her.
Coquelic winds up having to hold Sumire and Garofano back from pouncing, her flowers fit to go out of control as the reader pushes herself against them, her nipples poking through the fabric of her top as she takes her time to carefully guide Garofano through the menu, pausing but to dip in an lay kisses at her ear, gently prodding it with her tongue as the Garden Tailor begins to whimper as she presses her thighs together.
Sumire, poor Sumire, she winds up with the reader offering to let her drink from her breasts like Shalom did, the Ikebana artist is left with her head spinning even more when the reader leans in and purrs into her ear that maybe she can even have some milk from the tap if she is a good girl for her.
Coquelic, already planning just how she is going to get the reader back for this, is hit with the reader crawling across Sumire and plopping herself on her lap, grinding herself against her as she reads the menu to her.
That the reader drops the menu on 'accident' and has to bend over and dig under the table for her it, their naked ass and sex on full display as they sway their hips here and there in search of the thing Coquelic is still holding is but fuel for the fire.
That the reader has the audacity to say that it is Coquelic that is teasing her for not telling her she still had the menu, and that they then lean in and whisper in her ear that she is such a minx as they grab it from Coquelic, certainly helps to make the normally pale Mentor's cheeks gai some color.
Garofano is further tempted to say to hell with decency and decorum when the reader looks her in the eye and says that if she wants to, she has a very special cherry that they can have as desert later on as they take her hand and guide it down the valley of their cleavage, down their stomach, and to lightly dance over where their clit is hidden by their skirt.
The reader leaves the table with three sets of eyes fixated on their swaying hips.
Chelsea, lovable idiot that she is, finds herself as hard as the gems she loves when the reader sits astride her lap as they sway to and fro as they pause their reading of the menu, to tell her that they were tempted to go with a cat café instead of a maid one, they even had a tail and ears picked out, though they do still have a cat.
The reader leans back, pushing their chest out as they through an arm back to pull Chelsea in to where their breath caresses her ear as they tell her that maybe they can show her the kitty later on, that it is a Pussy that loves to have its itches scratched by good girls like her, especially when it's wet and the good girl has such nimble and gentle fingers like she does.
Hamel finds herself enraptured as the reader grinds atop her lap, swaying to and fro as they shamelessly show her a dance the likes of which she has never seen before as part of a deal that she chose.
The Dancer of Dis is left longing for more when the reader leaves her with a parting promise of sharing another dance with her soon, one of the more private variety, unless she wants an audience to it, the last sentiment leaving Hamel a puddle of longing as she watches the reader gravitate to where Adela sits.
The woman known as Mad Shears, finds herself biting her lips such that she worries they will bleed as the reader tells her what is on the menu and they would love to scissor with her, oops that came out wrong, they meant to say they may need some scissors for something later on, how silly of them.
Adela can only wait for the reader to sashay away, with a promise of brining her tea to her soon, to part her legs and lean back with a sigh as she wonders if this is a dream or a nightmare.
Star Gazer is certain it is a dream come true when her 'Little Monster' presses their breasts together as she purrs into her ear that she has had a drink brought from White Sands just for her, along with some special sweets for her to enjoy as well, her words broken but by lovely moans as she allows Star Gazer to fondle her rear for a few moments before parting ways to retrieve her gift.
That the drink is a tea known to boost ones libido and the treats are her favorite sweets is somewhat overshadowed when the reader sits on the table, their legs spread enough that were it not for the bowl they now hold just over it, their dripping sex would be visible.
Still, Star Gazer can see the pearlescent fluid that leaks out from under the throbbing nub that is the readers clit, the engorged bead resting on the edge of the bowl as though it were a special treat for Star Gazer to savor for last.
That she takes care to dip the sweets in the readers arousal and to slowly lick them clean before eating them as she gazes into the readers lidded eyes is something that both enjoy greatly.
That when the reader leaves she calls back to them and tells them that she hopes they know what is waiting for them in the near future, only for the reader to look at the tent of her arousal and smirk at her in answer is something that makes Star Gazer lick her lips in anticipation.
Rahu is left a blushing mess beside Cinnabar when the reader pretends to have dropped something and bends down to pick it up, exposing her sex and rear to Cinnabar as they look near Rahu's feet.
The reader stage whispering that they may need something thick and hot and heavy to help them, the reader looking up from between Rahu's legs as they sway their hips with their hands lightly ghosting Rahu's thighs as they ask her if she has anything like that for them, before they claim to have found what they were looking for.
Though the reader does not get out from under the table, and instead lays their head on Rahu's thigh as they spread their legs enough for Cinnabar to see a droplet of their arousal fall to the floor as the reader takes their order.
That she she rests her notepad on top of Rahu's aching hardness as she writes out their orders nearly makes the masked woman snap.
The pair are left crimson and aching as they watch the reader walk away to get their orders, what they ordered they do not know, only that they hope it is delivered in as wonderful a way as their orders were taken.
Raven is left flustered beyond imagining when the reader perches on her thigh, spreading their legs just so that the faintest hint of their sex is visible, as they lean in and ask her what they need to do for a good review from the amazing journalist.
The reader telling her they are willing to do 'anything' she asks and to accommodate her every wish if she gives them a good review when she leaves.
Poor Raven is left writing down on her notepad as the reader leaves her table, though what she writes is known but to her and her alone, it seems to make her cheeks grow yet darker still.
Cabernet finds herself in a similar situation, enticed to offer a glowing review in exchange for a 'meal like no other', the readers parted thighs as they straddle her thigh and lean back against the table showing off said meal, and what ever other services she wishes for, in exchange for her promise of a good review.
As the reader walks away, Cabernet can't help but anticipate the meal to come.
Even Nightingale is not spared, for the poor adjutant finds herself with the Chief rubbing her shoulders as they press their breasts into the back of her head, all while telling her they have just the thing for such a loyal and hardworking woman like herself.
Something that guarantees her a truly happy ending to the day if she agrees to test out their message offers after she has her order.
All in all, the reader considers the café a huge success and eagerly anticipates the next time they host something like this, though if the sound of the door locking as Langley and Eirene look at her hungrily as she hears the others rise to their feet and begin to encircle her is anything to go by, it might be a while till they can walk long enough for the next one.
Imagine Rahu being edged by Chief!reader throughout the day, vibrators attached to either her cock, her ass, her nipples, her pussy, or all of the above, the setting just enough to drive her mad, but not enough to let her cum as she goes about her day.
By the end of the day she is pent up, ready to pounce on the reader the first chance she gets, only to be told that they have gone on a business trip and will be back in a few days, and that they left a note for her.
The note reading, "If you keep them on and in you while I am gone, and don't cum, then you can do whatever you want to me when I get back. Be a good puppy till then, okay?"
Cue a long and torturous few days as Rahu behaves like a good girl and keeps the vibes on and in and powered up till the reader comes back, and when she sees them again, sitting on their bed with their legs spread and a collar on their neck, she pounces.
Hope everything gets better on your end, till next time stay safe and take care.
I’M— ?????? WITH RESPECT, MY LIEGE, HOLY FUCKING SHIT ?????? normally i put most [nsft] utc but we’re well past that now omfg shshshsjjddkwlls
ACTUALLY frothing at the mouth on that shalom section………….. my little meow meow blushing 🥺🥺🥺 maybe this is physiologically inaccurate but shalom’s weaker consitution might mean that when she blushes it’s like a FULL ON red face red ears red neck kinda blush and HSHSJDJHDS this is SO tasty i have this idea between my teeth and shaking it like a crocodile death roll
IM LOOKING (DIS)RESPECTFULLY AT THE RAHU EDGING………… i’m so weak for the toys under clothing trope u don’t even know 😭😭 rahu having to keep her straight, stern business face when all she wants to do is roll her eyes back and let her mouth drop open as she pants…… LORDDDD but speaking of edging, in the hypothetical sequel to red lights there’s gonna be a lotttttt of that on rahu’s end LMAO reader’s gonna ride her ‘til she’s cryin’ and so fucked out she’s shooting empty, because law of equivalent exchange or whatever i didn’t watch fma
ANYWAY, RAVEN ??? 10 bucks says she’s not writing down a review but a laundry list of what she’s gonna do to you once she’s done LMFAO raven’s probably the switchiest of the sinners imo, but best believe she’s topping the fuck out of you once you’re done, like she can run her mouth on a story and on your pussy you know what i mean??
teasing zoya….. aight rip reader, they ain’t walking for the next 3 business days LMFAO (totally worth it though) thank u for this my liege, i will proceed to Brain Rot about this for the remaining 4 hours of classes that i have 🙏🙏🙏 i owe you my life
