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?’)
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.
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.
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.
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...
summary: you're a single mother who verymuch wants a partner once more, and by a stroke of luck, your daughter leads you to a very special someone...
contents: fem!reader x angell, no mania au, reader had a husband before meeting angell, age gap (reader is in her early thirties, angell in her early twenties), reader is very obviously thirsty, some fluff, finge.ring, cunn.ilingus, transfem!angell
word count: 4.1k
author's note: this got so out of hand. i wanted just 1k, maybe 2k. this is my first fic in this blog and it's just showing how whipped i am for angell. good god. i am currently in my era where i wanna be a milf, so you get that this time, but maybe one day, the reader will fuck milf!garofano. maybe. also this is my first smut ever ever sooo feedback? feedback tonite queen?
things hadn't been going so well after your divorce, to say the least.
you have full custody of your daughter, yes, something you're eternally grateful for. a steady job, a nice place to call home, your beloved daughter, for all intents and purposes your life is as perfect as it gets!
but after 5 long years of marriage with an uncaring husband, one who you weren't sure you were attracted to to begin with, you find yourself feeling remarkably lonely. the touch of another, something that's been so scarce for so long, and simply knowing someone treasures you… your heart desperately longs for that. specifically, you find yourself craving a woman before a man, but as no one comes along, it's a somewhat fruitless thought.
alas, while you're a single mother, you enjoy the parenting side quite dearly.
after an uneventful shift at work and a stop by your daughter's school, you're heading back home with her holding your hand, the usual commute for the two of you for the past year or so once the divorce was finalized, though today you've taken a bit of a detour due to some construction work in your usual route. from the corner of your eye, you spot an ice cream vendor and smile to yourself; your daughter's been behaving rather well, it'd be nice to give her a treat today as a reward. “wait for me right here, alright?” you tell the little girl with a smile, then walk over to buy a popsicle for her.
barely a minute passes between leaving and coming back to your daughter, yet when you turn to face her, she's already walked away from where you left her. alarms blare in your head in less than a second, though as quickly as terror arrives, it leaves the second you spot her a few ways away, from where she calls out for you.
“mama, look! the nice lady has a kitty!”
still on edge, you approach your daughter and the woman who's crouching beside her while holding a cat. “hon, i’ve told you to not approach strangers-” you begin with a frown, though your eyes focus properly on the woman besides your daughter. her black hair with its white highlights, the leather jacket and her tank top, though it's not long enough to cover just a bit of navel that peeks out above her jeans, you can see her toned abs even as she crouches… quickly, you force your eyes to meet her golden ones, lest this stranger realize you're absolutely ogling her in broad daylight.
thankfully she doesn't notice, and if she does, she doesn't say it. instead, this stranger stands up to face you properly, making you realize just how much taller she is than you…
your daughter calling out to you curiously is what truly snaps you out of your stupor, and you nervously chuckle to yourself while handing her the popsicle you bought for her.
“s-sorry, i hope my daughter didn't inconvenience you,” you say to the unnaturally handsome woman.
she shakes her head lightly, then glances down at the cat by her feet. “don't worry, it's no trouble.”
while your daughter is delighted to be eating her ice cream, she still looks at the taller woman with a glint in her eye. “mama, can i keep playing with the lady and her kitty? pretty please?” your child begs between licks of her ice cream, and it's hard to say no to that sweet face and those puppy dog eyes. (part of you is glad she took after your side of the family entirely in the looks department)
“you can play with the kitty hon, but make sure to not bother the lady,” you warn with just a hint of firmness in your voice. with a happy cheer, your daughter goes on to pet the black cat, who doesn't seem to mind if his loud purring is any indication. the stranger before you smiles at the sight, a tiny grin at best, and you feel something in your heart throb at the sight.
…you realize you're acting like a lovesick schoolgirl as a grown woman, but you push the thought as far away as possible.
“seems he likes your kid. he's not this nice to most people,” you hear her say, which brings your attention back to the situation at hand. your gaze follows hers and you see your daughter, her popsicle partially melting in one hand while the other continues to pet the cat like he's the world's greatest treasure, and your quickly-developing crush is pushed briefly to the side, instead letting your heart focus on the adorable sight.
smiling, you nod your head. “she likes cats, though we don't have one right now.”
“hm. this one's clingy when he wants to be. usually he waits around this spot for me to come home from work.”
“oh, is that so?” mentally, you think it might be nice to take this route more often.
and that's how you first meet angell.
the more you get to know her, the more of a mess you realize she is.
the two of you chat for a few minutes at the end of each work day while your daughter plays with angell’s cat, a new addition to your peaceful routine. while you talk about your hobbies and your work sometimes, angell tells you she's a delivery worker for a well known restaurant here… but when you learn about her dietary habits, you don't know whether to pity her or be flabbergasted. it's a wonder she's a healthy and fit woman if she's always eating foods that may very well be expired by at least a month. it's quite the juxtaposition between her workplace and her actual food, which baffles you even more when you realize she's paid really well for a delivery worker.
it gets to the point where you start making lunches for all three of you, though you give angell hers at the end of each day. the first time you gave her that container with something as simple as pasta with some fried chicken on the side, yet the way she looks at you when she sees it… “for me?” she whispers with wide eyes, and you forever commit to memory the way her expression turns tender and fond and her cheeks flush. it's a herculean effort to not kiss her.
something else that's made you weak in the knees for this woman is that, much to your surprise, she starts playing with your daughter by letting her hang from her biceps and even spinning around with the child holding onto her, to your daughter's delight. it's become something that your daughter adores, and when she's laughing brightly and angell thinks you're not looking, you see the way the taller woman smiles softly at your child, only to become pink at the cheeks when she realizes you're watching her. angell is usually a rather stoic woman, so the rare sight of her being so bashful is one you realize you want to see more often.
at one point, you decide to invite her for dinner, something your daughter instantly cheers for. angell looks shocked at first, but she smiles and agrees with ease.
the three of you then walk back to your home, all while your daughter chants happily. “miss angell’s stayin’ with us! miss angell's stayin' with us!”
it's… nice. you didn't expect angell to be good with children when you first met, but this almost feels perfect.
when you arrive to your home, your daughter is quick to head back to her room to change from her school uniform, so with a fond sigh, you set your coat in the nearby rack and turn to angell with a little smile. “would you like to help me cook dinner?”
“i… i would like that,” angell replies in a low voice. this is the first time the two of you are alone together. hearing her voice like this, so smooth and deep… part of you wonders if you'll live past tonight.
angell takes off her leather jacket and puts it beside your coat, which prompts you to stare at the ground intensely in order to avoid gluing your eyes to the newly uncovered skin of her arms and shoulders, and the way her muscles move… focus, focus!
the two of you settle on making red bean soup at your suggestion, and it's a relatively easy affair with two pairs of hands working, even if angell's movements are clumsy and you gently have to guide her.
your daughter comes out of her room a few minutes later, and she's all smiles as she watches you and angell cook, though she quickly distracts herself by watching cartoons in the living room.
once more, you focus on the meal you're trying to prepare and the quiet woman you're trying not to kiss silly.
when you two are done preparing the soup, you move to grab three bowls so you all can eat while angell stirs it a bit to check its consistency. “it smells nice,” she murmurs.
“that's good to know,” you reply with a little smile, so focused on the bowls you're holding that, when you turn around, your front accidentally bumps into angell’s, and you remain close to her due to the kitchen's somewhat reduced space.
from this distance, you can see angell's golden eyes widen a fraction and her cheeks flush slightly, though your focus is more on the way her toned abs and her chest are flush against your own body, which makes your own cheeks redder than a tomato. your noses are almost brushing, and your eyes wander down to her soft lips.
“you're warm,” you hear angell muse quietly, and with a little squeak, you step back and turn away before even allowing yourself to imagine what it would be like to kiss her. faintly, you can almost hear her chuckling.
dinner is served a moment later, and soon, angell, your daughter and you sit together for a nice dinner, though the little glances you and angell exchange feel too charged to focus on anything but the taller woman.
midway through your dinner though, the sound of rumbling thunder crashes above your house, prompting your daughter to shriek fearfully and you to jump as well, while angell simply frowns. the sky had been clear during the trek to your home, but to think a storm was coming? just a few seconds later there's the sound of rain as well, slowly growing from a light drizzle into a heavy downpour. it's some hell of a background noise, something that puts your daughter on edge and makes you frown at her reaction.
angell, as always, surprises you though. “hey, it's okay. your mom and i will keep you safe from thunder,” she says with a totally straight face.
“r-really?” your daughter asks, clearly doubtful.
“yeah, really.” angell smiles at the girl and adds, “i'm strong enough to keep the two of you safe. that thunder won't come close to you, ever.”
your daughter's eyes widen at angell's confidence, and with that reassurance, she resumes eating her dinner happily. the sight, coupled with the gentle way angell reassured her, makes your heart feel light; you love seeing the two of them bond like this.
dinner happens uneventfully after that, though the rain remains as heavy as before, even when it's your daughter's bedtime. you reluctantly tell angell to wait for you in the living room while you tuck the little girl in for the night, worried about what the two of you should do now.
you refuse to let angell walk back home under the rain though.
“the storm doesn't seem to be letting up,” angell comments when you come back, her expression annoyed at the sight of the rain hitting the windows of your home.
it's then that an idea pops up in your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you open your mouth and say, “you could sleep here for the night.” hastily, you add, “i-if that's fine with you, of course.”
angells seems caught off guard at first, though her expression shifts into the smallest smile as if she were… shy? “i’d like that. better than walking under the rain.”
smiling to yourself in both relief and delight, you take angell's hand and guide her to your bedroom, realizing that her cheeks turn a slight pink when she notices where you're headed. the sight is beyond adorable and makes your smile wider.
in the bedroom, you rummage through your clothes trying to find something that angell can use as sleep wear, eventually finding an oversized sweater and a pair of loose shorts, though the sweater seems to fit angell's form just fine once she comes out of the bathroom wearing your clothes. she smiles when she notices you staring, though you quickly tear your gaze away from her form.
you take your own combination of a long-sleeved shirt and shorts before heading to the bathroom to change as well, then come back out to find angell sitting on your bed, as if waiting for you like an obedient pup.
“should i sleep in the living room sofa?” she asks before standing up to face you.
“oh, no no, we can just share my bed!” you say cheerfully without thinking. a mere millisecond later you realize what you just said, and your cheeks go red at your own suggestion.
angell, bless her, simply smiles. “alright. it is kinda cold tonight,” she remarks.
while you still feel bashful about your faux pas, this response is one that makes your heart skip a beat.
when the two of you get under the covers together, there's a bit of a distance that separates you from angell, though she sighs softly before inching closer and wrapping her arms around you like it's nothing, somehow. your eyes go wide and you feel your cheeks grow warm, and from this distance her golden eyes draw you in, just as they did when you first met.
“is this alright?” she asks almost nonchalantly, but you've grown used to her, you think. the underlying nervousness and shyness in her tone are not some product of misplaced illusion.
“it’s… more than alright.”
“…good.”
she holds you close, the rain still falling as little more than background noise, and the two of you simply… lay together. you allow your eyes to scan her face, even though you're both supposedly going to sleep now, and manage to catch her eyes traveling down to your lips, then flickering back up as if she didn't want to get caught.
so it's mutual, you think as a little smile rises to your face. “how about we stop this little game, why don't we.”
it's adorable how her lips form a little pout, clearly showing her puzzlement at those words, though all confusion flees when she feels your lips against hers, and instead you're rewarded with a quiet, soft grunt before her lips move in tandem with yours. your hands go down to hold her waist as she kisses you, and in return angell's hands rise to tangle her fingers through your hair.
she's inexperienced, you can tell by the way her teeth clash against yours sometimes, but that doesn't change how heavenly angell feels, how gentle she is despite clearly wanting to do even more.
at this point though? you're both equally desperate.
you pull away, just a few inches, and she's already whispering against your lips, “can we do more?”
you want to feel scandalized, almost. she's barely started kissing you and she already wants to do more, and yet… “i… so long as we're quiet,” you reply in a hushed whisper, but that's all it takes for angell to kiss you once more, though there's a hunger to her motions that goes entirely unrestrained now.
“you make my heart all… crazy,” angell murmurs against your lips, then pulls away to start leaving open mouthed kisses across your jaw, then neck, and soon she's silently asking for permission to lift your shirt by playing with the hem of it. you nod almost too eagerly.
angell takes in the sight of your bare front as she lifts your shirt up, and while you feel self-conscious for a second as you think of your stretch marks and extra weight, she's quick to reassure your insecurities in the way her lips continue their sloppy journey down the expanse of your skin, stopping at the valley of your breasts to nip and kiss at each tit.
“you're beautiful.”
“so… stunning.”
“you taste so good.”
if her mouth weren't working wonders across your body, you'd pull angell up to kiss her silly once more.
your hand tangles itself in her hair as she keeps going, and you bite your lip to avoid gasping loudly, for her mouth has wrapped itself around your nipple and god, she's driving you crazy.
the very tip of her tongue circles your areola, the sensation too much and yet not enough at the same time, before your grip on her hair tightens the second angell starts flicking the bud of your nipple properly, then she presses her tongue flat against the sensitive skin. she's not inexperienced, you realize, simply needy, hungry, eager.
angell lets go of your nipple with a quiet pop, and it's then that you realize she's pulled your shorts and underwear down while you weren't paying attention. “a-angell?” you call, though you want this as much as she does.
she hums curiously in response, and her lips kiss down your navel, until she's right next to the place where you need her most, where she plants a soft kiss to your inner thigh and makes direct eye contact.
“n-nevermind. carry on.”
she chuckles, the little devil. “thanks, babe.”
oh, you're going to lose your mind.
angell then dives right in, delivering almost teasing licks to your lower lips like she suddenly wants to take her time with you, uncomfortably akin to a cat playing with its prey. while she teases you with barely any pressure, you throw your head back, because this is still the first time someone has touched you like this in a long time.
and yet, it's everything you need. she's everything you need.
it takes her a few minutes, but suddenly, angell's already pushing two fingers inside your aching cunt, and this time you actually have to cover your mouth to avoid letting out a loud cry. angell takes it as a sign to be even more bold, and soon she's wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking while her fingers move in and out, then press down and curl right up against that gummy spot that has your toes curling in an instant. you realize she's started to grind her hips against the bed, but by god, you cannot focus on anything that isn't her mouth and fingers.
“god, angell, please-” you whimper quietly, only to muffle another moan when she increases the pace of her fingers, pumping in and out with a squelching noise. you can feel angell smiling as she lets go of your clit, as if she were savoring each reaction she gets out of you.
“don't worry, babe. i’ve got you,” she rasps against your drenched folds, the vibrations absolutely adding to the stimulation that's already making you bite your hand just so you can remain quiet. between that and the way her fingers fill your pussy, she's making you see stars.
your back arches while angell eats you out, but the second you let out another quiet gasp, she pulls away her mouth and fingers as if she could feel you were close to cumming.
angell chuckles at the way you whine, feeling empty now that her fingers don't fill you up anymore. “sorry, i just can't hold back anymore. really feels like i’m going crazy,” she whispers as she rises up from between your thighs.
you curiously raise an eyebrow, but before you can ask about what she means, angell pulls the shorts you lent her down. her dick is hard, tip red and coated in precum, clearly showing just how riled up eating you out has left her.
your eyes widen at her size, though you quickly realize angell almost looks nervous now, and that's enough for your expression to soften instantly.
“c'mere, honey,” you prompt gently, and the second angell leans down with her torso hovering over yours, you pull the sweater she's wearing off of her, leaving her bare for you to see in all her glory.
while she seems genuinely embarrassed at first, all it takes for her to relax is you gently cupping her cheek. just like that, those golden eyes you love so much gaze at you with lust and affection once more.
her chest, soft and pliant, presses against yours while the tip of her cock brushes against your cunt in a way that leaves you both eager for more.
“i'm going in now. last chance to back out,” she whispers against your ear.
“sweetheart, please just hurry,” you beg a moment later. angell holds back a soft laugh at just how eager you sound, and she decides she's done teasing you for tonight, just because she finds you cute.
you let out a soft sigh before gasping against her neck. angell grunts at the same time, slowly and gently pushing her cock inside you and filling you up in a way that feels wonderful. she shivers above you, breathing ragged and warm against your skin, and you wrap your arms around her back.
she lets you adjust, because this woman is as sweet as she's quiet, whispering about how good it feels, how you take her so well, how warm and tight you are around her cock.
soon the feeling isn't enough, and you whisper with utter need, “please… take me, angell.”
“i'd love nothing m-more,” she replies in a breathless murmur.
she pulls her hips away until the tip of her weeping length is the only thing that remains inside, then slams herself right in like it's natural for her, dragging a startled gasp from you due to how intense it is, how intense the pleasure is. you're quick to bury your face into your pillow, biting it to avoid letting out too loud a noise while angell does her best to keep her groans and whimpers quiet.
“god, you feel s-so tight,” she says while thrusting her hips into yours again, her pace slow yet hard. it's like she wants to focus on your pleasure, yet her own hunger drives her into increasing the pace of her hips.
soon she's relentless and almost growling against the skin of your neck, her hands gripping your hips almost possessively while she thrusts her cock in and out of you. all you can think about is her, her hands on your body, her lips on your neck, angell, angell, angell.
at one point, angell grips the back of your knees and pushes them back against your chest, all while thrusting relentlessly against your body, and the pleasure is already coiling in ways you hadn't even felt before in your life.
“i'm close, ‘m close,” you gasp while trying to stay silent, yet angell makes it so damn hard as she grunts against you.
“go ahead. let go, please, cum ‘round my, please,” she begs, and it's obvious that this song and dance of yours was going to end like this from the start.
with a strangled gasp, your mouth falls open and you cum around angell like she so eagerly pleaded for, leaving a white, frothy ring around the base of her length in just a few thrusts. the sight makes angell let out a sound between a grunt and a whine, and she bites down onto your shoulder before pulling out and stroking herself to completion, cumming all over your tummy while quietly gasping against your skin. the bite only adds to your pleasure, even with the slight pain that follows.
once she's done milking her own cock, angell flops down on top of you and lets go of your shoulder, her breath coming out in tired pants that match your own uneven breathing.
you let her lay there gladly, going as far as to stroke her hair before pressing a kiss to her forehead. angell hums at the sensation, then pays you right back with a kiss right on the center of her bite mark.
“be my girlfriend?” she asks, sounding satisfied yet drowsy.
with a tired little giggle, you continue to run your fingers against her scalp. nuzzled against you like this, she once again reminds you of a cat.
summary: you're chosen as the test subject by an entity with a cutie system as your companion, traveling world after world but the premise is that...— no spoiler (〃´▽`)
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"say... are you sure she's inside this room, cutie?"
[yes, please don't doubt the system]
hearing the voice inside your mind, you couldn't help but sigh, "i didn't sign up for this."
[of course, you were chosen, you had no choice]
"..." even if the attitude is unreliable, that basic information should be reliable, right..?
after years of living your life, you finally got a chance to do something fun, only to die unexpectedly.
how cliché!
fortunately, you aren't meant to die. at that time, a system called "cutie" found you, telling you that as long as you travel to different worlds and save different lives, you can live once again.
but who knew that this system was such a huge trap!
it doesn't even know what to do nor does it have a script for you to follow! what a scam! it might even exist only for emotional support, that's it. nothing more!
you can only sigh again in exasperation as you walk in.
the door closes behind you with a soft click.
the room smells faintly of smoke and pine. plush carpet, low lighting, curtains drawn tight as if the night itself was being kept out on purpose. you take two careful steps forward, every instinct screaming wrong, wrong, wrong.
your gaze drops first.
abs. firm, sharply cut, the kind that look sculpted rather than trained. an unbuttoned shirt hangs open, dark fabric framing the skin. your brain stalls for a good second, stuck somewhere between embarrassment and appreciation—
—and then you see the ears.
wolf ears. snow-white, twitching slightly atop a woman’s head.
she’s lounging on the edge of the bed like she owns the place. one long leg crossed over the other, fingers lazily holding a cigarette as smoke curls from her lips. sharp eyes already locked onto you.
you realize, belatedly, that she’s been watching you the entire time.
“decide to come back?” she asks. her lips curve, slow and dangerous.
your heart drops straight through the floor.
[oh wow] cutie sounds impressed.
[see? target acquired]
“target acquired my ass,” you mutter under your breath, frozen in place.
you swallow. her presence presses down on you—cold, dominant, like standing in the shadow of a mountain mid-blizzard. unrestrained.
“sorry,” you blurt, brain scramblin, “wrong room.”
a lie. a terrible one.
she exhales smoke, eyes narrowing just a fraction. the temperature in the room drops.
“is it?” she asks softly.
behind her, frost creeps along the window’s edge, spiderwebbing outward. the cigarette burns down to ash, but she doesn’t tap it. doesn’t need to. her attention never leaves you.
[uhhh] cutie hesitates.
[system reminder: running is statistically inadvisable]
“why didn’t you say that earlier?!”
your body finally listens to survival instinct and shifts backward, one step at a time. the door is right there. you can still leave and figure out what kind of messed-up world this is—
a low growl reverberates through the room.
not from her mouth.
the shadows stretch, folding inward, and for a split second she is no longer on the bed.
on your left, there is a white wolf baring its teeth at you.
your breath catches. ice blooms across the floor, racing toward you faster than thought.
the frost paralyzed your steps, rendering you powerless, then she appeared before you, pinching your chin, "where do you think you’re going?"
her fingers are cold, firm, forcing your gaze upward. those same piercing eyes stare down at you now, amused... and unmistakably pleased.
“funny,” she murmurs, leaning in close enough that you can feel her breath, “you show up after all this time, and the first thing you do is try to leave.”
she tilts her head, ears flicking. a smile ghosts across her lips.
“looks like fate finally found you,” the wolf monarch says, “and this time… i'm not letting you slip away.”
her fingers are still pinching your chin, forcing you to look up.
up close, the impact hits harder.
she’s... handsome.
not in a soft way. not pretty, not delicate. her features are sharp and clean-cut, like they were carved rather than born—high nose bridge, defined jawline, lips set in a confident, almost arrogant line. the kind of face that looks better when it’s cold, when it’s dangerous. when it smiles like it knows it has the upper hand.
if she were standing among men, she’d outshine them without trying.
if she were standing among women, she’d still steal every gaze.
her hair falls loosely over her shoulders. the wolf ears only make her more striking, more unreal, like some cruel deity decided beauty should be unfair.
your throat tightens.
this is the wolf monarch?
zoya?
no wonder kingdoms fell.
no wonder you’re in trouble.
zoya notices the way your eyes linger—just for half a second too long—and her smile deepens, slow and knowing.
a quiet laugh escapes her, “so you finally recognize me.”
your voice comes out thinner than you like, “i was really just—”
“lost?” she finishes for you, thumb brushing your jaw. the touch sends a chill straight down your spine, “curious?”
her gaze sharpens, “or drawn here?”
[oh no] cutie whispers.
she leans closer, handsome face inches away now, eyes glinting like moonlight on ice.
“relax,” she says, voice low and smooth, “if I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be standing.”
a pause.
“...yet.”
the frost eases just enough that you can breathe again—but not enough to move. zoya releases your chin, straightening to her full height, utterly unbothered.
“stay,” the wolf monarch says casually, turning away as if your fate is already decided, "you came all this way, didn’t you?"
her tail flicks once behind her, slow and confident.
“and i’m very curious,” she adds, glancing back over her shoulder with that dangerous yet charming smile, “what did you come back for?”
[congratulations]
[first world unlocked. survival rate... questionable]
