#path to nowhere x reader

[idraw4fun]

vin nocturne [vautour bleu x fem!reader]

CW: bathtub se.x, censored, finger.ing, cunnilin.gus, open window(?)

Please feel free to like/reblog/comment they are all very greatly appreciated!! I spent over two months (*σ>∀<)σ

[4--zx]

NSFW content ahead, so beware if you feel uncomfortable with the content:

They’ve always believed that they were blessed by the Gods themselves ever since you agreed to get with them. How can you — their perfect, wonderful, beautiful partner — ever consider them to be at your level? How can they ever hope to make you happy with their presence?

But you’ve never let their insecurities get in the way of your relationship; you've always tried your best to help them, to reassure them that you love them and only them. They’re your partner, they’re your lover, only them.

Every morning and night, they can only find themselves falling more and more in love with you. You’re so… so amazing, they feel unworthy of you. They want to show you how much they love you, how much you mean to them, how much you’ve helped them even before you two started dating.

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Earlier today, they asked if they could have their first time with you. It was sudden, shockingly so, considering you were surprised when they asked. But they quickly reassured you that if you didn’t want it, you could say so. They’ll wait however long they have to until you’re ready. And even then, if you never want it, they’ll respect your choice.

But you’ve agreed, despite what they initially thought. It wasn’t something they thought you wanted, but it was a pleasant surprise.

When they got home, they did their absolute best to make the bedroom as comfortable as possible: Sweet-scented candles in the room

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Here they are, kneeling at the foot of your bed with you sitting on top of the mattress. Your foot is held by their hand — their thumb lovingly caressing your heel.

Gosh, every little part of you is perfection incarnate.

What have they ever done to deserve you?

Slowly, they lift your foot higher, and their lips land on the bridge of your foot. The kiss lasts for a few seconds and once it reaches its end, their lips simply move up to place another lingering kiss. And then goes higher, and higher, and even higher.

But their lips never touch the areas you don’t approve of yet, they would never violate you without getting your permission.

Their lips detach from your leg and move onto your torso, gently kissing you — your sides, your stomach, your back, whatever part you give an okay sign to — with an almost worshipful degree.

They can feel your skin growing hot, and you suddenly stop them. They can tell you’re hesitant, you’re not sure if you want this.

They don’t force you to decide, they move away to give you space, to wait for your next command. Do you change your mind? Do you want to continue?

After a few grueling seconds (for them, at least. But they’ll never say this, who knows if it’ll pressure you to agree? That’s the last thing they want), you allow them to continue. And they do.

“Would you like to take it further?”

You nod, looking away as you do so.

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Now — with your permission — they take off your clothes, starting with your outerwear.

At every new article of clothing, they ask, they ask again and again until all that’s left are your undergarments.

They kiss your shoulder, their arms wrapping around your waist.

It’s shameful to admit this to themselves, but they’re already aroused by seeing you like this. But they’re no animal, they don’t pounce at you like a beast.

“Would you like to take off my clothes,” they ask.

“I… I’d like to do that,” you respond.

And you do so, starting from their outerwear. Every touch of your hand against their skin makes them feel warm, it makes their guard relax more and more until their body is practically weak against you; their face leans against the crook of your neck, their lips warm against your throat as they kiss your skin.

They’ll make this evening memorable for you, they promise. Whatever you want, just tell them. You don’t need to put in any work, let him take care of it.

You’ll do that for them, will you? Tell them what you want, tell them what you don’t want, tell them whatever you want, and they’ll ensure your comfort.

[bitterbutblue]

nsfw zzz hsr and ptn thoughts sorry!! nsfw below the cut…

characters included: robin, kafka, black swan, castorice, zhu yuan, zoya, rahu, hamel

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dom top: zoya, kafka,

who’s surprised that zoya is a dom top… she loves seeing you break apart for her. her strap game is insane, she can go for rounds and rounds on end until you’re overstimulated and sobbing and she’s still pounding into your cunt like a dog in heat. she has a thing for degrading and overstimulation, seriously gets off on seeing your legs tremble as you sob tears of pleasure.

kafka is a gentle dom, praises you gently as she grinds her cunt against yours. turns her on so much to see you whimpering beneath her, clawing at the bedsheets to try and ground yourself. she keeps teasing you in her usual drawl ‘so pretty for me, my baby. all ruined for me, only me, yeah?’

dom bottom: robin, black swan

i think robin actually has some dominance in her.. she loves being pleasured and seeing you do everything to please her turns her on so much. you’re practically obeying her command and seeing you eagerly settle between her legs and lap at her cunt like a starving dog makes her so wet. she praises you sweetly, and you are practically feeding off her sweet moans and whines.

black swan is a bottom. we all know this. but she likes to be a bit bossy with it as well, she tugs on your hair and tells you to slow down because you’re just so eager. however, after a certain point she becomes so overwhelmed with pleasure she can’t even speak anymore. all she can do is moan and writhe under your touch as she gasps out how good you feel.

sub top: rahu, zhu yuan

rahu is a pathetic little dog who can only rut into you messily with her strap. you tell her to be patient but she’s whimpering and whining about how good you feel even though the cock is fake and made of plastic. you tell her how pathetic she looks and she actually moans, unable to hold back how she gets off on degradation like a dirty little thing.

zhu yuan is a little inexperienced in this field, but she’s so eager to learn. she always wants to make you feel good even if her ability to make you feel good with her is messy. her tongue game is sloppy and you have to tell her to calm down and be good for you, you tell her how to use her tongue and she *moans* into your pussy at the instructions. god she’s so lame, you want to ruin her.

sub bottom: hamel, castorice

hamel has the most beautiful little moans as you tease her nipples, she can’t help but dig her fingernails into your back as you play with her sensitive nipples, it’s too much for her. she’s so sensitive that she’s nuzzling her head into your shoulder and biting down trying to stop herself from being too loud because why is she so overwhelmed by you playing with her breasts? but you find it so adorable, the way she whines into you from the smallest bit of stimulation.

poor baby isn’t used to such getting so much attention from a pretty woman. castorice is begging you for more as you insert another finger in her pretty pussy, and she blushes so hard at the way you tease and taunt her for being so shy. she’s covering her face and whining at your teasing but secretly gets so turned on it by it (you can tell because she gets so much wetter whenever you say things like ‘you’re so shy, baby. does this embarrass you?’)

[sinful-lanterns]

THE KRAKEN

synopsis: (monster! AU) the researcher seeks out to find a mysterious, elusive creature known as the kraken.

featuring: shin

rating: 18+ smut (minors dni)

warnings: sub! fem reader, reader has a pu.ssy, reader uses she/her pronouns, dom character, tentacle play, tentacle se.x, double pene.tration, monster.fu.cking, shin has intentions to eat you at first, mentions of death, reader is a bit of a freak, unprotected se.x, tongue kissing, middair se.x, size difference, manhandling, may be ooc for shin

art credits: unknown (found on pinterest)

In a remote fishing town off the coast of a small, dilapidated beach, there was a surgence of odd casualties that involved the deaths of many of the town’s fishermen. For the men who went out to fish late at night, none would return the morning after. Instead, only a pile of driftwood washed ashore from their boat’s wreckage, was left in their wake.  A small, but simple message conveying the lives that were lost that night. 

The numbers kept racking, the concerns growing louder. It must be pirates, horrible weather perhaps. Or maybe…there was a monster out there, lurking just beneath the depths and feasting on the fishermen for easy hunts. It wasn’t uncommon for monsters to move in on human territories, but for a monster to cause so many deaths in such a short amount of time, it was clear this wasn’t your average Mershark or Scylla. 

You, a young monster researcher who was interested in this unique case, found yourself visiting the town to investigate. According to one survivor who had managed to cling onto a piece of driftwood and swim back to shore, his description matched a monster of the Cephalopod class, with large slimy tentacles that climbed onto the boat, and razor sharp suction cups that punctured holes into the hull. It sounded straight out of a fantasy novel, but in this world, it was one. 

You kneeled down to pick up a piece of the driftwood from a past night’s wreckage. Boats were no longer heading out due to the severity of the situation, but you managed to find a piece of wreckage that looked fairly new. 

Oh. That was something. The puncture holes in the wood were gigantic. Way larger than an Octopus or Squid Hybrid, and way larger than a Scylla. From the process of elimination, there was a good chance that the creature in the sea was a Kraken, an extremely rare but plausible monster to be sighted around human settlements. But it was odd…why would a Kraken be so close to shallow waters? Usually they’d live in the deep sea…

“Find anything ma’am?” The man who took you to investigate the wreckage, looked bored out of his mind. You quietly got up, looking over at him. “Judging from the suction marks, I’d say the perpetrator you are dealing with is a Kraken.” 

“Th—That can’t be right. There hasn’t been a Kraken sighting in over a century, they’re just a myth.” 

“I can guarantee you that these are a Kraken’s markings. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

Though your tone remained professional, there was a hint of excitement building up in your chest. As selfish as it sounded, you didn’t come here to investigate the strange deaths and bring the monster to justice. You were here, because the page for your Monster Guidebook on Krakens was horrifically empty, and you wanted to take up the opportunity to study a Kraken up close and personal. Krakens rarely ever came to the surface of the ocean, so this was practically a once in a lifetime opportunity!

“Miss…you’ve been staring off into space with a weird smile. It’s creepy.”

“Ha?! Oh, sorry,” you realized you had been daydreaming about the Kraken right in front of this civilian. “Tonight I will set sail and bring this beautiful specim— I mean, beast to justice!” 

“Tonight? By yourself?!” The old man choked. “You can’t be serious. You are just one woman, not even a monster hunter at that.”

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing!” Your words did little to soothe the man but nothing he said could make you go back on your decision. Tonight, you would rent a small fishing boat and go out to see this elusive monster, the thought of filling your once empty chapter on Krakens making you squeal with glee. 

“…What an odd woman.” The man mumbled to himself as he watched you head back into town. You’d need supplies after all if you were going to visit the Kraken by yourself…

That night, the air grew colder as you untied the ropes from the dock. A single, candle-lit lantern was your only source of light from the darkness and it flickered like a shivering leaf. You were the only one out at the docks tonight, the town’s remaining fishermen having stopped fishing at these hours for fear of losing their lives. Nevertheless, the emptiness didn’t bother you, so you hopped into the boat without hesitation and began rowing. 

The fishing boat was anything but luxury. It reeked of fish, there was some unknown sludge building up at the bottom, but you hadn’t paid it any mind. You’ve been in grosser situations before as a monster researcher, so this was nothing. As you continued to row deeper into the black abyss of the ocean, an unsettling chill ran down your spine. It was extremely quiet, but other than the occasional ripple and wind blowing, there wasn’t much else to fear. 

“…Okay, according to the gentleman I should be in the general area where the attacks happened.” You checked your compass one last time and sat patiently for anything to happen. “Now, all I gotta do is wait.”

And wait. 

And wait…

After only a few minutes, you were already quite bored. You picked up the rusty lantern and set it closer to you, deciding that now would be the best time to finish up some work as you had nothing else to do. Opening your satchel and pulling out your notes, you continued to write your latest entry on Centaur anatomy, thanks to a recent encounter with a friendly Centaur woman named Cinnabar. 

“Ahem,” you positioned your pen over the paper, and began to write. “The Centaur’s penis is roughly about 20 centimeters long when flaccid and almost double the length when erect. However it does vary in size depending on the species of Centaur and their height. This particular Centaur I studied had a  girth with a circumference of about—”

A splash makes you pause from your writing, causing you to look up and see where the source of the splash was coming from. However, as you scanned over the water’s surface, there didn’t seem to be anything there. “…Huh,” you lightly scratched your chin and decided to go back to writing, too focused to stop now. “About 7 centimeters thick. Centaurs have sheaths that protect their penile organs, and they can only slip out when the Centaur is aroused or stimulated for mating—”

Another splash, this time sounding much closer. You looked up to see a strange, bioluminescent light glowing faintly from below the water’s surface, a sense of curiosity overcoming you. Your body started to move on its own, the light seeming to glow brighter the closer you got, like it was delighted by your prescience. “What a strange sight…a glow so pretty it looks like a sapphire…” 

The light shone brighter, flashing now as if it heard your compliment. Your face drew closer and over the boat’s edge, admiring the flashing lights to the point your lips almost grazed the water’s surface. “So pretty…so…beautiful…”

Before you could topple overboard, something broke the water’s surface. A singular finger pushed out to touch your lips, stopping you from falling in. “Shhhhh…” the finger slowly raised into a hand, then a head rose up from the water after it. As you snapped out of your daze, you saw a beautiful black haired beauty gazing up at you, with a pair of dark blue eyes to match the light you saw before. “Drowning is one of the most painful ways to die for land creatures. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you…?”

You were stunned, the hypnotism of the light fading away and leaving you to fall back in reality. A woman in the water? That’s impossible, you were so far out and the water’s temperatures are shockingly cold at night. Either this woman was a very powerful swimmer, or she was… 

“Sea monster, was that glowing light from you?” You asked bluntly, her finger still pressed up against your lips as she had no regard for personal space.

“My, you’re a direct one. Is that any way to talk to a lady?” Her eyes narrowed, but that smile on her lips told you she wasn’t upset. “You called it pretty, compared it to a sapphire even. You really are a dear...” 

“Yes, it’s bioluminescence isn’t it? It helps you attract prey underwater. It can also be used to attract mates depending on the flashing patterns you give off.” 

The mysterious woman tilted her head at your factoid, staring at you like some peculiar animal. 

“You talk of me like I’m some kind of beast.”

“You are though, are you not?”

A chuckle left her lips as she inched closer to your face, grasping your chin with her fingers and forcing you to look into her eyes. “You’re quite bold for talking this way to someone you just met. But I suppose that allows things to cut to the chase.” 

Suddenly, the mysterious woman pushed herself above the water, her body coming into full view and revealing herself in all her nude glory. Four large, muscular tentacles suddenly grip onto the boat’s edge, rocking it with her weight as she rises to full height. The woman…was a lot bigger than you thought she’d be, but that’s to be expected of a Kraken. 

“Finally…you reveal yourself,” you comment softly, staring in awe as the voluptuous woman towers over you with ease. She makes you look as if you were a puny sardine, and she was the big hungry barracuda waiting to snatch you up. “You are way bigger than the books describe you.”

She raises a brow at that little comment, unsure whether or not to be offended. “You are a rather funny human, you know that? Most would cower in fear at my prescience, but you…here you are staring a Kraken in the eye without trembling.”

She leans down to sneer at you. “It’s stupidly foolish.” 

The boat rocks harder as she piles on the rest of her weight into the dingy little vessel. Her tentacles make up the majority of her body weight, and due to the sheer size and density of them, you find the boat starting to creak. Two more tentacles suddenly wrap around your body, the power beneath them threatening to snap you like a cinnamon stick as she lifts you up into the air. 

“You have guts I’ll give you that. Guts that would taste divine when I devour you like I did with all those men.” She chuckles at the memories of her recent feasts within these waters, waiting to see your reaction at the thought of ending up as her dinner like the rest of them. When you didn’t show any reaction however, she pauses for a moment, realizing that you weren’t struggling even within her death-like grip. She tilts her head, amused by your blank face as she wonders what was going on in that little human head of yours. “Human…you aren’t screaming or struggling even when I mentioned consuming you. Why is that?”

“Because…I’m studying you.”

“Studying?”

“Yes! Your tentacles are just sooo large and powerful! I’m in awe! They’re so much thicker, more denser than a Scylla, and the glowing bioluminescent lights are just…ahh, so beautiful! You are such a beautiful monster species!” Unable to contain your urge to nerd out, you began spewing your analysis to the woman who was going to eat you alive. The Kraken was caught off guard by your spiel, not expecting her prey to admire her. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” She repeated. 

“Of course! You are the first Kraken I’ve ever laid my eyes on! I came to this town specifically to seek you out!” 

Now, normally words of flattery would do nothing to stop the Kraken from devouring her prey, but there was something in your genuine honesty and excitement that made the woman’s heart churn. Oh, how could she resist such a funny human? 

“You are…foolishly endearing.” She grinned, one tentacle making its way up your cheek to poke you. “I was planning to capsize your boat and feast on your remains but…looking at you now, I think it’d be a waste to eat you straight away.” 

She gently sets you down, lowering herself to your height and smiling. “Congratulations little human, you might actually be the first person to survive encountering me.”

“Thank you, I feel honored. Now, if it’s alright can you stay in that position for me?” 

“Hm?”

You suddenly grab onto one of her tentacles, feeling the tip of it and tracing one of her suckers with the tip of your finger. The Kraken woman shivers at the touch, a delighted noise escaping her lips. “Oh what a bold thing you are! You really have no shame do you?” 

“I truly am fascinated by these tentacles Miss Kraken. Such amazing grip power, I have to record this in my journal!” you poke at a little sucker and watch as it contracts rather adorably. Meanwhile, the Kraken above you was preening at your touch, pride swelling at the way you admired her. “You can refer to me as Shin, little one.” She purrs, the touches making something stir in her core. The bioluminescent lights flicker around her body, signaling a rising sensation of arousal accumulating in her depths. 

“You wish to study these tentacles of mine, yes?” She hums, getting excited at the thought of being analyzed and thoroughly examined. “Would you like me to demonstrate more of my tentacles’ capabilities?”

“Oh, yes please!” 

“Mhm, so eager…”

Shin lifts you up once more, an excited glow illuminating the rest of her body and causing her to flash patterns similar to a mating ritual. You weren’t sure if it actually was a mating ritual, but you’ll ask her later so you could jot it down in your notes. 

Unafraid of the giant woman in front of you, she wraps her tentacles around you with ease and brings you closer to her body. The boat swayed unsteadily but Shin’s grip on you was tight and firm. Her tentacles curiously rake up your legs, exploring them as a few others slide up your shirt. “The human body is so delicate, skin so thin it would freeze under the ocean’s temperatures…” 

“And your skin is so strong and dense, but I suppose that makes sense as Krakens dwell in much deeper waters.”

“Mmm…yes, it does get quite cold down there, but nothing like a little human flesh can’t warm me up…” 

Shin found herself licking up your cheek, unable to contain herself. Her tongue was quite long, the shape similar to the tentacles she had except slimmer. “Your tongue…is even a tentacle too?!” Despite her licking you rather provocatively —maybe a bit hungrily too— you didn’t have an ounce of fear, only excitement as everything about her was fascinating. Shin smiled at your excitement and hastily began to undress you, keen on seeing just how “excited” you’d be once she showed you what she could really do with her body. 

“Yes, it is. Your tongue however,” as if joining in on your little analysis herself, her two fingers push themselves into your mouth and feel up your smaller, human tongue. “Is quite small and soft. Feels like a little mussel.” 

She leans in closer to your lips, tongue slipping out to kiss you. “I like mussels quite a bit. They’re a large part of our diet, if you’d like to know…”

Your brain caught onto the clever little innuendo, but before you could comment, Shin captured your lips into a tongue-filled kiss. Her large, slimy tentacle-tongue dominates you entirely, lips moving to claim yours as she lets you have a personal feel of her unique muscle. The tentacles currently holding you and stripping you slide over your body cruelly, cold and slimy yet giving you a pleasant sensation. “Mmm…” Shin slowly pulled away, her tongue sliding off of yours with strings of saliva mixed with slime connecting you. “You like that, don’t you? You’ve got goosebumps all over your skin.” 

Your eyes slowly flutter open, Shin cooing as she admires the cute little bumps all over your arms and thighs. You look down and realize she had made quick work of removing all your clothes, the bunch of them lying in a heap on the boat. “Humans and their clothes, I don’t know what is the point of them when they rot off their bodies in the end.” 

She traces your naked body with her tendrils, mapping out each inch and curve of skin and committing it to memory. Like how you love to explore bodies of monsters, it seemed that Shin had a similar interest in exploring yours. “Warm blooded creatures are pleasant to touch,” she murmurs softly, one wriggling tentacle sliding up between your breasts to tease.

“Thank you,” was all you could do to respond, breath hitching as the wriggling tendril moved to swirl and tweak at your nipples. “Y-You’re quite clever, Miss Shin! Stripping me and letting me feel all your tentacles at once on my body, so that I can properly experience the sensations for my research!“

“Mm, sure. That was my intention, yes.” 

Though her real intention was just to mate with you, it was adorable how you thought her actions were her trying to help with your research. It couldn’t be more far from the truth, but Shin played along to make you happy. “Does it feel unique, my little researcher? Cold, slimy perhaps?”

A lewd squelch came from her tentacles as she squeezed and groped at your ass, making you jolt at how perverted the Kraken could be. “I heard humans can naturally produce their own slime too, however it can only be from arousal, correct?”

“Yes, th-that is correct!” You stammered, her tentacles continuing their perverse movements. One sneaky tendril slides up your thighs and teases the entrance of your core. Shin seemed to take quite a peculiar interest in that part of your body, her eyes narrowing down to focus on your parts. “Oh, so that is what a human’s entrance looks like…” 

She tilts her head and moves the tendril to slide over a protruding bud, the bumpy sensation of her suckers providing a unique sensation over your clit. A gasp leaves your lips, but even in the midst of pleasure, all you could focus on was remembering how it felt. ‘Suckers are large, bumpy, and pleasantly stimulating…’ Shin’s tendril continues to tease and prod at your clit, her other tentacles eager to join in on the fun. They were all angled in a way that was ready to penetrate you once you seemed wet enough to take. Meanwhile, the tentacles above your torso were slowly groping and feeling up your breasts, with one tentacle sliding around your neck and coiling in a way similar to a collar. Possessive, this woman was…

“I must say you look beautiful like this,” Shin licks her lips and slowly spreads your legs apart with ease. You can only lay there as you are split open with your cunt bare for the Kraken to take, the bioluminescent lights flickering and showing just how excited she was. One mischievous tentacle slides itself over the entrance of your folds, collecting the accumulating wetness and moving towards Shin’s mouth. She licks the slick off her tentacle and hums with delight, seeming to approve of the taste judging by her smile. “Not bad, but I know you can produce more for me.”

The tentacles circle teasingly around your cunt, feeling how much wetter you got with each tender stroke. She leaned closer, pushing you against her chest as she finally sinks into your warm, velvety heat. A brittle sigh escapes her throat when she feels your tight wetness engulf her, the flickering lights growing more sporadic now. 

“Mmmm…what a soft heat…” she groans, hearing you whine at the intrusion and struggle to take in her lengths. The tentacles slowly pull out, dragging each textured sucker across your walls before plunging back in again. Each thrust makes you arch your back and smother more of your face into Shin’s mountainous breasts, leaving Shin amused. “Is it too much for the bold researcher to handle?” She teases, one tentacle tilting your chin up to look at her. “I understand, it’s too big for a little human hole like this.” 

“No, it’s…” you gasp, that pure excitement coming back as you match her gaze. “It’s perfect! So utterly p-perfect! I can feel every inch, every s-sucker of you inside, mmm…” even in the midst of being fucked senseless, all you could think about was this miraculous moment. To experience being fucked and bred by a Kraken of all monsters, it truly was something worth writing about in your books. “I have to…have to write this down, nngh…”

Shin chuckles as you pathetically grasp for your journal, which was left on the boat just several feet below you. She adores how even in the midst of your debauched mating, your nerdy interest in documenting monsters still came through. “You have a beautiful woman pleasuring you and yet all you could think of is writing in that book?” 

Her tentacles plunge deeper into your cunt, a moan wrangling out of your mouth. She begins to fuck you harder, sloppier, a mix of slick and slime swirling in your pussy and making you feel so utterly full. “I would be offended if not for you being so endearing to me. You are lucky I am amused by your actions.” 

Her girths suddenly flex inside you, Shin throwing her head back to groan when you squeeze her muscles so tightly. Your warm, wet walls clamp down on her oversensitive tips, the Kraken writhing in the water as she lost composure for a bit. “And…this body of yours…haah…” she bites her bottom lip and grips you tighter, the tentacle around your neck gently choking you a bit. “I could feel it for nights.” 

As your walls begin to spasm and clench, Shin feels your body getting ready for an impending release. She reigns herself back in, looking you in the eye to scrutinize your little reactions. “Little human, you are clinging to my tendrils like a barnacle to a ship’s hull. Are you perhaps close?” She teases you with a sly whisper, one tentacle playing around with your ear and flicking it. 

You try to respond but Shin’s tongue comes out to lick at your lips, the sensation too pleasant for words. “Let’s see what kind of slime a human produces when she’s in heat then, shall we?” 

Her tentacles quicken the pace, hugging, thrusting, squeezing, tweaking, prodding and pinching, each muscle moving on its own to flex and writhe over every inch of you. You’ve never felt so utterly full in all your life, not even your mouth remained empty as Shin had taken the liberty to tongue-kiss you once more. It seemed she quite liked having you take her in multiple ways at the same time, a way of showing her dominance over you as the bigger and stronger creature. 

Her lights flicker once more, the tentacles inside of you hardening suddenly. She groans. Your cunt spasms; once, twice, before finally something hot and sticky drips down Shin’s ink-black tentacles, the whiteness of your cum a stark contrast to her ebony tendrils.

Another hot gush of liquid fills your entrance, causing you to jolt. However, instead of seeing something white, it was black with a more liquidy consistency than cum. How fascinating, it seemed Krakens ejaculated something similar to ink when mating, you’d have to write that down later for reference…

Shin cums a lot, pumping load after load of her inky release into you. It seemed one of her tentacles inside your cunt was the hectocotylus, a specialized tentacle that acted like a penis for breeding. She looked quite relieved once the last of her loads spurted into your entrance, her tentacles finally falling limp and sliding out of your hole. 

“Incredible…truly incredible…” her husky voice cooed as she basked in the pleasure you gave her. There was an excited flash in her lights as she gently lifted you to examine your blissed out face. The way your face was slick with sweat, chest heaving with exhaustion while your legs went limp within her grasp…she almost wanted to do it all over again. “I haven’t mated in decades now, and to think that it was a human who broke my celibacy.” 

She gently sets you back down on your boat, however the moment your feet touch the wood you wobble like a newborn deer. Shin catches you in her limbs once more, the feeling of her multiple arms now comforting after the amount of time you’ve spent in them. “Poor human, so fragile and vulnerable after being mated with.” 

Usually Shin would leave and swim away without another word, but there was something about leaving you alone in this little fishing boat that made her feel protective. The way you shivered from the cold ocean air due to your state of undress, Shin could only coil her tentacles tighter around you like a blanket. Not to mention the amount of sea monsters lurking around in these hours, Mersharks and Sirens would go frenzy over a sweet human like yourself. 

“Go back to shore, little one. The ocean will eat you alive if you stay out here any longer.” 

She helps to dress you with her tentacles, though it’s a bit tricky as she doesn’t know how human clothes work. Nevertheless, Shin tries her best and gently pats you on the head with her hand. “Did you get all the information that you needed, little researcher? I hope I’ve provided well.” 

“Y-Yes, but…” you dizzily try to stand up despite your jello legs. 

“Oh? Do you need more information from me for your little book?” Shin chuckles and gently pushes you back down to sit, not wanting you to fall overboard. “That’s okay, we will meet again, human. I don’t plan on leaving for good.”

She kisses your forehead, slowly sinking back into the ocean’s waters. 

“Good night, little one. I hope to see you again very soon.” 

And just as quick as she arrived, she was gone. You look over the edge of the boat as her last flicker of lights signaled you a goodbye. You watched as she descended, further and further into the ocean’s depths until you could no longer see her. 

Though there was a dull ache between your legs with some black residue left over from Shin’s release, you felt positively energized. Once the dizziness wore off, you grabbed the paddles, rowed back to shore, and sat on the beach where you would finally start your journal entry on Krakens.

[kurogane2512]

Bon Appetit~

18+ CONTENT

Games: Genshin Impact, Path to Nowhere, Wuthering Waves

Characters: Ningguang, Cabernet, Cantarella x fem!reader (separate)

Type: pretty much pure smut

Ningguang

"Lady Ningguang, could you— Oh, she's not here?" Baishi called out as she opened the door to the Tianquan's office, only to be surprised to see the Tianquan wasn't there and instead her lover was seated at her desk.

"Ms Y/n, do you know where she is?" Baishi enquired.

"O-Oh....! Um— ngh..... I don't know.... s-she just said she had some— aah.... important work....~" you struggled to form coherent words but did your best to speak to not make Baishi suspicious.

"....I see, that's a bit strange. She would never go anywhere without informing one of us...." Baishi pondered, "Anyways, I will look for her. Sorry for the disturbance." she then bowed and closed the door, finally leaving you alone and you let out a sigh of relief which was quickly replaced by a sharp moan.

"Aaahn— N-Ning....fuck...!~"

"Mm, such a good girl. This is important work indeed~" Ningguang husked from underneath the table as she knelt between your legs.

It all began just a few minutes ago when you came to meet her, hoping for her to take a break from her never-ending work. It was all going well until she suddenly stood up and pulled you closer by your wrist then made you sit on her chair. She straddled you soon after, passionately kissing you before trailing her lips down your body and before you could react, she sunk to her knees between your legs. She was quick to remove her hair pin and let her silvery locks flow freely before spreading your legs apart, exposing your clothed core which already had a damp patch.

And just like that, your pants and underwear were pulled down swiftly. Although, unlike the hastiness for removing your clothes, Ningguang took her time with pleasuring you. Once you were fully exposed to her touch, she teased you by kissing your inner thighs first and lightly rubbing your clit with her thumb. You bit your lower lip as you watched; it was surreal to see the Tianquan on her knees this way, after all. But you both knew you were the only one she'd kneel for— other than Rex Lapis, of course.

Once Baishi left, Ningguang dived in to finally give you what you craved— and take what she desired. Her lips latched onto your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves while her fingers easily slipped inside you. You threw your head back at the sudden burst of stimulation, your breath coming uneven as she continued further. Her tongue greedily lapped at your clit and outer folds, eager to taste every single part of you and bring you to ecstasy. You didn't know what spurred her on this way in the middle of the day, perhaps she just missed you too much.

"N-Ning.... Oh Archons..... a-aaah~"

"Now" she breathed against your clit, "Is that how you address me, darling?~"

"M-Mommy.... ngh.... I-I'm close...."

"Hmm, not so soon. I haven't had my fill."

She wasted no time to dive back in, sucking and slurping on your cunt like a starved woman. Your body arched into the chair, hands clenching the armrests as you did your best to hold on. Moans and breathless whimpers escaped your lips, your hips automatically canting towards her to make her go deeper. As if sensing your needs, she slipped her tongue inside your velvety walls, lapping up and stroking your sensitive spots.

Your toes curled at that, lower body rising towards her as her hands found their way around to grope your ass and hold you close. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you approached with peak with each stroke of her tongue, until finally releasing on her mouth with a loud moan. She sucked and rubbed your clit at the same time, your voice echoing in her office as you came and she diligently drank every drop.

"Mmmm, that's my good girl~" she moaned around you, finally pulling back and licking her lips as she gazed at your panting form with a smirk. This wasn't the end of it, was it?

Cabernet

The situation was preposterous, to say the least. How dare they make the famed princess of the Francs wait for her meal? That too when she was on a dinner date with her beloved? Oh, she could ruin this restaurant with a flick of her finger, but she decided to be merciful on her beloved's request. So, she waited more, while the staff tried to keep her satiated with wine, but her growing restlessness wasn't hard to tell.

Finally, she had enough when the waiter informed it would take another 10 minutes....

"I understand the intricacies required in meal preparation and am willing to be patient for fine cuisine, but this is simply unforgiveable. Thank you, but I will not engage with your establishment in the future." she sternly stated then grabbed your wrist and walked out.

You tried to negotiate with her as you felt bad for the staff but knew this was beyond saving. She dragged you back to her car which soon started moving back to her mansion. You attempted to comfort her but it seems she had other plans in mind. It had merely been 5 minutes since you were on the road, and Cabernet had you splayed on the backseat with your legs around her waist.

"Mmm, indulge me, my darling. You know how long I waited~" she licked her lips as she eyed your dripping folds.

She dived in before you could reply, earning a startled gasp from you when her tongue licked your clit. Your body arched in her grasp, hips bucking towards her mouth. Frankly, you saw this coming considering the situation, but you still expected her to wait until you got home. Of course, there was no way she could wait anymore.

"Aah.... delicious. You know, I had half a mind to spread you on the table right there and have my fill~" she moaned around you, her lips sucking on your clit while her tongue rubbed the sensitive pearl.

Breathless moans resounded in the car, you'd normally feel embarrassed in a place like this but you were far too used to her appetite to care now. She was relentless, as expected. She may as well satiate her hunger this way than with actual food at this point. You felt her tongue delve inside you, stroking your insides before coming out to suck your clit again as she instead inserted her fingers inside, pumping them in syc with her tongue.

"Ngh—! C-Cabernet! I-I'm.... aaah!~"

"I know, darling. Go on, give it to me. Let me have your sweet nectar~"

She looked up at your writhing state, encouraging you to let go. With a final harsh suck to your clit, she had you undone, moaning out her name as you released on her mouth. She lapped up every drop eagerly, already getting ready to coax even more once you came down from your high. Who knew if you'd be able to walk straight by the time you reached home?

Cantarella

It was a pleasant afternoon in Ragunna, a perfect day to have tea in the garden of Porto-Veno Castle. You sat beside Cantarella and chatted, enjoying the rejuvenating surroundings with the delicious tea and her delightful company.

"It seems this tea is to your liking, my dear~" Cantarella mused with a playful smile.

"Hm? Oh yes, it is quite flavorful. It's from Huanglong, isn't it?"

"Indeed, I acquired a new batch a few days ago. The tea leaves there are unlike any other—delicate, but with a strength hidden beneath.” she stated while her finger danced along the rim.

You smiled, "It feels like you."

She raised a perfectly sculped eyebrow, "Like me?" she smirked, "Hmm, whatever shall you mean? Fragrance that lingers with the strength hidden away, or..... the taste of me?~"

You blushed at her subtle jab, "P-Perhaps both...."

She chuckled with a teasing glint in her eyes, "I don't recall adding my potions to make you sound so enamored~"

"You don't need those to have me smitten with you~" you teased back.

Cantarella somehow didn't expect that retort, you were generally more reserved and she was the one teasing you until you were a blushing mess.

"My my, bold today, aren't you?"~ she purred and leaned closer, "Is it the tea loosening your tongue, or if you’ve simply grown tired of letting me have all the fun?~"

You blushed more, trying to hold her gaze but the playful fire in her eyes made it impossible not to glance away. She noticed, of course—Cantarella always noticed.

“Mmm, there it is~” she teased, her finger now tracing the edge of your cup instead of her own, dangerously close to your hand. “That charming hesitation. You serve it to me so often, but now… now I see you fighting back.”

"I-I'm not fighting. Just.... answering in kind."

Her smirk grew, "Is that so? Then perhaps...." she leaned to whisper in your ear, her voice low and silky, "....Perhaps I should press further to see if you will melt as sweetly as this tea if I taste you instead~"

Within moments, the pleasant afternoon and fragrant tea was forgotten as Cantarella led you to her private chambers. Once inside, she wasted no time to ravage you, quickly divesting you of your clothes. She was about to push you on the bed but you took her by surprise, pinning her down instead. Her azure eyes glowed, her tongue licking her lips as she gazed up at you.

"Hmm, such a delightful turn of events. I wonder, should I let you continue, or....." she suddenly pushed and turned you over, pinning you down as she straddled your lap, ".....take the reins back?~"

You tried to retort but she silenced your struggle, "Shh, my dear~" she placed her index finger on your lips, "Don't worry, I'll let you taste me as well~"

With that, she turned around on your lap, placing her legs around your head and hovering above your face while her own mouth was on your mound. You could see her own folds, drenched and her clit throbbing, while she licked her lips looking at yours. You had barely grasped her hips to pull her closer when she was already at work, burying her face in your cunt.

You gasped as her engraved tongue licked a strip across your slit, the Tacet Mark never failed to arouse different sensations. You bit your lip then pulled her hips down and placed your mouth on her cunt too, lapping up her folds as best as possible. But you knew you were in a losing battle, Cantarella was simply way more skilled than you in this. She moaned around you when she felt your tongue on her clit, her muffled voice sending more sensations.

She threw her head back and pushed herself down more on your face, practically straddling it with all her weight and grinding on your mouth.

"Mmm, just like that.... Aaah, you have learned, my dear~" she sighed before diving down to continue, lapping up your folds at the same time.

You did your best to keep up with her, to control yourself through her ravaging touch, but it simply became too much after a while. You pulled away from her mound to whimper, your hips writhing as she brought you closer and closer to release.

"E-Ella.... ngh.... I can't.... aaahn!~"

She smirked then wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking with fervor. The dam finally burst, the knot in your abdomen snapping as you came on her mouth. She finally pulled away after licking every drop, sitting on your face as she looked over her shoulder while licking her lips, "Mmm.... the sweetest taste to ever exist~"

[in-the-clouds-31]

special attention ♡ - path to nowhere women x reader

synopsis: how the path to nowhere women give you special attention ♡ a bit suggestive. heavily inspired off of @a-certain-romance 's fic; all credit goes to them!

contains: zoya, cabernet, angell, rahu, bai yi, and shalom!

Zoya - S- 028

It shouldn't come as a surprise that the Legion's leader spends a good portion of her free time working out, if she isn't giving orders to her men or working alongside Horo and Earl. When she isn't at the scene of a violent riot in Syndicate or downing another four cans of beer in her office, she has to find other ways to relieve her stress, right?

Gloved fists slam against the tattered material of her punching bag, a low string of grunts escaping the woman's purple-grey painted lips. Again. Another series of punches land, Zoya's fierce, cool blue eyes trained on the sight of crimson leather in front of her, biceps flexing with each hit. Your eyes can't help but trail along her form: her brows furrowed fiercely with determination, strong, tattooed arms glistening with perspiration, and her muscles flexing and rippling with exertion.

And oh.. oh

Your gaze trails lower, from the prominent edges of her collarbones, the curves of her breasts swaying beneath her tight fitted top, and finally, to her abdomen. That black sports bra of hers ends just at her ribcage, exposing the tantalizing view of her toned six pack, tightening with tension. Sweat rolls down her body, those translucent drops of moisture dripping along the ridges and valleys in between her abs, glittering enticingly below the dim lighting. You almost have half a mind to approach her, kneel down and take a lick or two for yourself..

But she's quicker, and much more attentive. Another groan parts her lips, chest heaving as she takes a step back from the punching bag. Her fists were still held up beside her face, panting as she catches her breath; sweat trickles down her temples and down the curves of her jaw and chin. And then, her eyes flicker over to meet yours. Zoya isn't oblivious; she knows what that look in your eyes carries, no matter how much you try to look away or worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

She chuckles, a breathy, soft tease escaping her: "Are you going to just watch? Why don't we have a bout instead? I'll stand there without moving, and I won't even use my hands."

Your cheeks flush, caught right in the act. But she isn't bothered—quite the contrary. Her lips curve into that signature smirk of hers, and it almost bothers you how effortlessly attractive she is. But you take a step closer to her, eyes locking with hers, and she can't help but lean back against the wall, eyeing you closely. It seems that her little training session has been momentarily forgotten about, in favor of eyeing you with a certain, smoldering look in her eyes.

"I think I have a better way for us to test our strength..."

Cabernet - S- 079

Miss Cabernet Franc is a very, very ravenous woman. A typical day for her is one filled with little restraint and much, much indulgence. The esteemed woman cannot resist her temptations, whether that be her ripe, exquisite purple grapes or the nourishing souls of certain humans. She isn't picky, quite the contrary; notorious she is for feasting (or attempting to) on the souls of certain impressionable sinners of the MBCC..

And you are no exception

As her beloved maid, you serve her endlessly, in more ways than one. Tidying her bed, cleaning around her estate, tending to the garden and the vineyard, and more importantly to her, cooking and serving her delectable meals. You are an illustrious, honorable human in her eyes, and in only her mind does she possess the knowledge that those are the ones who always give off the most irresistible aromas, finer than the sweetest, ripest grape.

This afternoon, you find yourself humming a soft tune, back turned as you prepare her dinner. The scent of marinated chicken permeates the air of the kitchen and the dining room, mellow, golden potatoes, smoky, savory bacon, and rich, earthy mushroom boiling within stew and broth inside a simmering pot; and it immediately lures the sinner into the space.

Her heels click slowly, graciously yet calculatingly into the kitchen, lavender eyes glimmering as they glide along your form. Smooth back, frilly, dainty black maid dress with white, lacy embellishments, and matching white stockings wrapped around your thighs to boot... it seems the sight of you was leaving her much more famished than the aroma of the stew.

Slowly, she trails behind you, manicured fingers finding purchase on your hips as she stands behind you. She leans down, scarlet lips parting right beside your ear with her soft murmurs: "You seem to be looking forward to dining with me too, don't you?"

It makes you jump in place, turning around to face her with a startled look on your face, eyes wide all too adorable in her eyes: "Miss Franc..!"

She giggles, a melodic harmony escaping her throat in rich tones, comparable to the sweet, yet flavorful grapes that squish beneath her canines and slither down her throat in a liquidly river of pleasure.

"But... I've decided that I'd rather dine on you instead, hmm..."

Angell- S- 049

Angell was... conflicted, to say the least.

Ever since she first breathed life, the world had been nothing short of perilous for her. Being a hitwoman was a simple, yet effective occupation for the chaos obstructing Syndicate; locate the target, exterminate them, dispose of their body, receive the payment, and head home. Just like clockwork, it was something she had become incredibly accustomed to, and her demeanor too had become just as unfazed, swift yet efficient as her responsibilities.

Surfing the dark web was.. unsettling, yet at this point, nothing really unsettled her. After all, pestilence had become her constant companion; darkness spread throughout her mind and body like a deadly plague, and she was in no rush to resist its presence. Instead, she took what she could, because why wouldn't she? There was no one or no-thing for her, waiting for her, depending on her.

And then you came

You had begun to creep into her life, just like the dark plague that consumed her spirit. Your tender smile, warm, and inviting gaze, gentle touches, and your constant presence that seemed to always know what she was in need of. Whether it verbally escaped her lips or not. She had to resist; she couldn't bear the walls she had meticulously built from the ground up over the last few decades to suddenly collapse.

But you didn't care, of course you didn't. From showing up uninvited into her safehouse, going grocery shopping for her and arriving with bags of food and toiletries that she was very, very much in need of. Seriously, how is one simply fine with stomaching five year old expired ramen?

And each time you came into her life, you were relentless, almost obstructive of her barriers, of her cold and aloof demeanor, and part of that perplexed her. Especially now, after teaching her how to cook her favorite red bean soup, you stand beside her in front of the stove in her kitchen. Your gaze, ever gentle yet curious, glides over to hers, and she doesn't even need to look up to know you're staring.

"Staring at me won't help, you can't catch up with my movements. If I want to leave, you can't keep me."

It was metaphorical, of course. She was still so determined, so convinced that she was always one step ahead of you, in control of the situation. Supporting and stacking brick upon brick, layers of concrete that propped up her intricately built walls. But as you step closer, warm hand gently placing itself over hers, the one that's currently wrapped around the ladle inside the pot, it's like a silent, gentle reassurance. That you were there for her, whether she was in need of it or not. Slowly, a low sigh escapes her lips, golden gaze only briefly flickering towards yours.

"I... can't say I'm entirely opposed to it.."

Rahu- S- 048

You couldn't help but feel a little bad for shackling Rahu. You knew it was necessary, not only to gain more control over her impulses and her rage, but to chain the conscious link between her presence, her convictions, and her inhibitions, and yours. She was compliant, ironically like a dog, which she oftentimes compared herself to, and would not resist.

You knew her well, and sometimes, you knew her better than she even knew herself. The shackles would not harm her, nor would she harm their owner, and it mirrored a similar bond of trust that you had managed to meticulously build with her. At first, she intrigued you; her cold, stoic, yet angry persona coupled with her obedient, efficient methodology served for an.. interesting juxtaposition, to say the least. Was this really the same woman?

And despite the mutual, almost transactional relationship that you first fostered, you found yourself craving more. You feel so much safer and calmer when she is around, when her towering, sturdy frame plots itself right in front of yours, prepared to face any potential danger that could be potentially lingering by. Your heart felt warm inside, undoubtably so, and you soon idealized slowly peeling away at the mask that perfectly concealed her beautiful face, both physically and metaphorically.

So you can't stop yourself when you go to visit, visit her cell just turning a few rights after leaving your office. You have found yourself doing this at least four times this week, and you feel rather shameless, yet at the same time, you don't really care. You crave her presence.

Sitting atop her bed, Rahu slowly lifts her head, long, silky black locks curtaining over her back and sides, and her cool, greyish blue eyes meeting yours as she finds your form standing right before her cell. A gentle, expectant sigh escapes her lips:

"You don't have to come and keep an eye on me yourself. The shackles won't break that easily. You just want to spend some time with me? Oh, all right."

Her brows lightly furrow, gazing at you with a hint of surprise and something else. She was certainly not accustomed to spending time with other companions, and especially not accustomed to the practice of small talk. And yet, she finds herself appreciating your unwavering support, your endless care, and your constant regard for her wellbeing and safety, just as she does with you. With a silent wave lingering in the air, her gloved palm slowly reaches towards the mask resting on her face, slipping it off in one motion, comfortable with barring her vulnerable skin to you, scars and all.

It was a foreign feeling, yet not an unwelcome one. But simply an adjustment she was more than willing to get used to. A subtle smile stretches across her lips, tender, soft spoken voice speaking out to you.

"I appreciate your efforts, even when you’re aware I am very capable of losing control, over my sanity, over my body. If it's refuge you seek in me, do not hesitate to come to me."

Bai Yi- S- 027

You couldn't find it in you to refuse when Bai Yi had invited you to the bar, long, dark and dead into the night. Not when she was so purposely tempting, teasing you with those sly winks and the ever deliberate sway of her hips in those ridiculously skin-tight pants. That teasing smirk that curled along her glossy lips, her violet, manicured fingernails that tapped and slid along your chin, bringing your gaze to hers; it was so predictable yet so oddly charming every single time.

And so, you agreed.

It was pitch-dark and desolate outside in Syndicate, yet the night was far from over. The vibrant lighting of the sign slapped against the fence of the bar seemed to slap you in the face too, yet to Bai Yi, it was like a warm, halo-like glow that seemed to have came just at the right time, the perfect cure to the darkness that had been overtaking her mind and well being. That, and your form sitting right in front of her.

Enthusiastic chatter escaped both your lips and hers, engaging in light conversation regarding the recent sales and success of Whitestone Industries, in which she sneakily slid you a predictable promise of a 15% discount with an easy slip of the tongue (don't tell K.K though)

And with an unmistakable floaty feeling sinking into your bones, you two decide to order an expensive bottle of champagne to share, which was definitely out of Bai Yi's budget. But she was willing to indulge, just for you. One glass became two, and then three, and then you found yourself becoming a little bolder, more than you would have normally accounted for. Consequently, you are at least a little tipsy, as is she, evident in her appearance.

Her cheeks were a rosy, warm pink hue, and her glossy, peachy lips were curved upwards in a much more smug manner than usual, which was saying a lot. Those lidded, cerulean eyes meet yours, left hand idly swishing the half empty glass of champagne around. You find yourself captivated by her beauty, the playful look in her eyes and her overall dangerously flirty demeanor. That hand resting on her cheek and her full bangs swept to the side. You can't help yourself, and so instinctively, you lean in across the table, as if to further push yourself into the warmth of her presence. A giggle escapes her, signature smirk gracing her lips:

"Are you so eager to be close to me? Oh my, such an honest kid."

You can't help but flush, lips curving into a grumbly, shy pout. As you start to lean back again, she just laughs at your cuteness, leaning more casually against the table while regarding you. You were far too easy to tease, and it brought her so much satisfaction. Yet she wasn't done just yet, after all, the night was still young.

"Aw, c'mon.. I was just messing with you. Say, why don't you hitch a ride with me on my motorcycle? I've got something way more interesting to show you..."

Shalom- S- 017

Shalom will continue to be such a mystery to you, yet a fascinating one at that. The woman was incredibly calculated and levelheaded, yet something about her presence made you feel equal parts uneasy and enticed. There was definitely more to her than she let on, that you knew for sure, but you wanted to experience it firsthand for yourself.

Which is why you find yourself in this predicament.

You had agreed to accompany her to a social gathering taking place in Eastside. Naturally, it involved messy political affairs and a slurry of elites withholding hidden agendas, yet it didn’t phase her. She was here to uphold her image and to complete her job, and your presence alongside her only made matters all the more interesting.

You take it that now is a good time to spare her a few glances, given she was currently preoccupied discussing matters with another important person (you suspect a benefactor of Paradeisos). It was the perfect opportunity to satisfy your curiosity, to take in every single one of her features and analyze them in your mind, piecing each clue together like it was the puzzle to solving the mystery that is her.

First, it was the rich, plum-tinged hue of her hair. at least, the hair at her roots, which then cascaded into a soft white, ivory gradient that concluded at her ends. her perfectly plucked and trimmed eyebrows, and the delicate arch of her nose bridge. of course, there was that ever elusive smirk plastered across her face, the one that hid many secrets and (potentially) sadistic pleasures. well.. at least the pleasure she got from watching you squirm uncomfortably in your seat beneath her gaze.

And then you stare into her eyes. deeply. violety dark pools of mystery and intrigue, long, fluttery eyelashes, the subtlest of plump skin beneath her waterlines.. wait.. was her right eye always like that?

A glowing, bright triangle took its place in replacement of a standard pupil. or..no, it was actually lightly covering her pupil, like an eclipse curtaining, shielding an ever innocent, dazzling new moon.

Shalom’s guarded conversation had long since concluded with that ever prying noble. she’s taken notice of your curiosity, this moment of vulnerability you were displaying, and seized the opportunity to tease the hell out of you.

"Do you have to stare at me like that? (Chuckles lightly) All right then, I'm gonna do the same to you."

You finally snap yourself out of your little trance, blinking rapidly at once. your gaze lightly diverts hers before you snap out of it. you really don’t want to fall prey to her gaze, nor do you want to appear too weak or impressionable in her presence; it’ll give her way too much power over you. immediately, your lips curl into a stubborn frown, gaze training neutrally over hers. but it’s far too late at this point. she’s far too amused and certainly three steps ahead of you..

“Aww.. did I manage to catch you off guard? I enjoy that look on your face. You’d make for such an adorable, obedient puppy.”

Hook, line and sinker.. great..

(this was my first attempt at writing a fic, lmk if it was good or worth continuing lol)

[beiibeiii]

Imagine the girlies who has a coat who makes us wear her coat during sex 👀

Like imagine shalom, rahu, kafka ,yelan and others omg

OMG THATS IS REALLY HOT.. 👀 I ADDED CHAMELEON CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE FIT THIS! (AND MY BBY @aixeko WANTED HER) SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE INBOX FOR MONTHS NOW.. WHOOPS..

smut under cut

shalom has your wrists tied tightly with her leather belt. your sat in her lap with your arms are around her neck. her leather jacket draped on your shoulders, covering your back. you can feel the leather rub against you every time you bounced up and down on her fat dick. your tits bounce up and down with each movement as her cock reaches the deepest parts of you. constantly hitting against that sweet spot.

her hands are gently placed on your hips, helping you ride your nth orgasm out. your eyes squeeze shut, giving her a pornographic moan as your bury your head in her shoulder. the soft praises of her voice makes your spine shiver. your moans are heavenly, in contrast with her rough jacket.

"there we go, thats a good girl."

rahu who pounds right into your tight little cunt at a unforgiving pace. her cock slams into you, hammering her way through your tight walls. shes got your plush thighs pushed up against your stomach, in a mating position. her fac jacket doing nothing to cover your cleavage. she groans and grunts loud into your ears. you dont know whether that turns you on more than getting fucked with her coat.

she tells you how good shes going to fuck you, how bad she wants to cum inside. eliciting loud moans from your throat, mixing with the loud squelching noises of her massive cock ramming into you with no remorse. your face contours into pure pleasure. your head thrown back as your walls spasm around her as she hits your cervix effortlessly. rahu can see that bulge in your stomach every time she fucks her fat cock inside. her pupils dilate. her grip on your thighs tighten, fucking with more fervour.

"so pretty for me.. so good.."

kafka who has you on your hands and knees, fucking you from behind. seeing your pretty back covered with her most prized coat. fuck it turns her on so much. her cock goes nice and slow, taking her sweet time. its absolutely agonising. shes goes slow and deep. you whine and whine, begging her to go faster. she rubs you ass telling you to be patient. you let out small shaky mewls. your eyes flutter shut in desperation.

she loves the way you clamp around her so fucking desperately. you swallow her cock in so perfectly. your knees and arms tremble, you feel spineless. you can feel her lazy smirk gazing down at you. she loves seeing you break under her. oh my god.. shes such a tease. shes just so.. so painfully slow. her cock forms a creamy ring around the base. you were so wet and you hadn't even cum once. you beg and beg for kafka to go faster. she chuckles lightly. her hand gives your ass a small pat. her hands sliding on your back under her coat to grab your hips. her pace finally starts to pick up. the filthy sound of skin slapping together starts to pick up.

"such a desperate girl aren't you? hold on tight now."

yelan who ties you arms behind you back with her hydro strings. her fluffy coat tickles your back with every movement. your back arches at each small feathery touch. yelan has her cock in your mouth. you suck her off lazily and desperately. her massive cock makes you gag, but you take it just for her. she lets out groans as her hands find their way in your hair. her velvety voice telling you how good your doing for her. you bob your head up and down, sucking her more. your mouth was so sore. your eyes look up at her tearily from pleasure. her cock sliding in and out your warm mouth.

she was so heavy against your tongue. you can feel your throat spasms at her shear size. she tasted so fucking good. her hips would occasionally roll forwards, helping you take her cock. you felt your heat arise from your cunt. strings of your wetness coating the wooden floor, forming a small puddle in between your thighs. you finally get her off. she shoves your head to her hips with a moan. you whimper around her cock, taking her whole as her warm, salty cum floods your throat. you pull away, trying to keep all her her cum in your mouth. dripping from the corner of your lips and down your chin.

"so obedient. swallow, its my turn now"

chameleon who has her coat draped onto your shoulders. your hands in her hair as she eats you out. her tongue pumping in and out of your wet cunt. the slurping noises she makes are loud. her nose would nudge your clit, making your back arch. her pace was fast, sucking and licking at your pussy. smushing her spit and your wetness together. you tasted so fucking good to her. her hands were holding your thighs wide open for her to ravish. greedily lapping you up for herself. her eyes would look up at you seductively as she eats you out. you start hearing her teasing voice in your head. asking you if you liked this . how good you tasted. you moan out at her words.

your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your grind your hips into her face, more needy now. she knew what she was doing to you. she hums into your pussy, the vibrations making your hips spasm, whimpers eliciting from your throat. god she was so good. her wet muscles explores your insides, rubbing against your warm walls. your thighs close up against her head, that turned her on so much. she continues lapping up your folds, mumbling into your pussy.

"tastes..so good."

[bonusek]

Aglaea, Ruan Mei, Rina, Hella & Hecate with Baker!reader

Tw. None

Aglaea

° Aglaea is such a sucker for sweets and having baker!reader doesn't help either. What do you mean she doesn't have to buy sweets when she has you? She can just flutter her eyelashes at you, and you'll spawn cookies out of thin air.

° But you also know that feeding her too many sweets isn't good for her health either! So imagine her surprise when you refuse to bake her any more delicious cakes. She tries to ignore it indifferently, pretending your rejection hasn't affected her, but deep down, she just wants more of your baked goods... (I wonder where does she keeps it all...)

Ruan Mei

° Ruan Mei is surprised one day when she sees you baking cookies behind her back, as if it were no problem for you. She looks at you from a distance with interest as you take the baking sheet of cookies out of the oven. Her expression brightens when you offer her a few to try. They're surprisingly good. Not that she doubts your skills...

° After discovering that you're good at baking, she invites you to bake with her, but you suspect she wants to use your recipe for something else... You both bake too many cakes, so you end up stuffing them in (she tries them too, but some of them have... different properties...).

Rina

° Rina is the first to notice you using the kitchen at night, curious to see what you're doing there. Her nose also picks up a pleasant aroma wafting from behind the door, like freshly baked cookies. When she sees you decorating cookies, she can't resist sneaking up behind you, peering over your shoulder, almost scaring you to death.

° Her eyes sparkle with curiosity when your cookies look so appetizing. When you offer them to her, she tries them without hesitation and lets out a soft sigh in delight. She immediately wants you to teach her everything so she can bake them as well as you. But let's be honest... she will add random toppings again...

Hella & Hecate

° Hella is a big back, and Hecate, despite her lack of appetite, both of them cling to you like a sugar monsters when it comes to sweets. Hella likes to steal your cookies when you're not looking. And Hecate prefers to nuzzle your shoulder, staring at you while you bake.

° They love being rewarded with your sweets after a hard mission, because it's worth it. They'll even kill for them (more likely Hella, because she's addicted to them). Hella also likes helping you, as does Hecate, but with them both in one kitchen, it's pure chaos...

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