#ptn x reader

[idraw4fun]

I don't know if you saw the ptn announcement for half anniv. I think we'll love to see pirate Ceto x mermaid y/n. 👉 👈 🥺

we should give the mermaid some lore :>

any ideas are welcome~

[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]

18+ CONTENT

Saw a gif of pov with Cantarella bouncing on your lap and her boobs jiggling in your face and it gave me..... needs

So here's a super short drabble applicable to any woman you want (I have written down some of my choices), can imagine Y/n with either a strap or cock both work

Her voice came in short, breathy gasps, her arms wrapped around your neck, fingers gripping your hair and her head thrown back as she undulated on your lap. Her hips sought yours, moving with fervor, sounds of skin slapping against skin resounding in the room. Your own hands gripped her hips, squeezing her plump ass and thighs as you helped her move.

Your face was buried in her ample chest, snuggled between her plentiful breasts as she took her pleasure from you, her scent filling your senses, the soft fleshy mounds bouncing with her movements. You urged to touch them, to kiss and suck, but she held you too close and too tight, lost in her own revelry as she approached her release. Not that you were complaining, this sensation itself was exquisite beyond words, after all.....

Genshin Impact: Lisa, La Signora, Navia, Lauma, Xianyun, Ningguang, Yelan, Yae Miko, Candace, Clorinde, Eula

Wuthering Waves: Cantarella, Changli, Zani, Baizhi, Yinlin, Fleurdelys, Taoqi, Augusta, Iuno

Path to Nowhere: Chameleon, Garofano, Vautour Bleu, Jelena, Shin, Du Ruo, Lady Pearl, Cabernet, Shalom, Bai Yi, Eirene

Honkai Star Rail: Himeko, Jade, Cocolia, Kafka, Aglaea, Natasha, Yukong, Black Swan, Saber, Tingyun/Fugue

[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."

[nyxianwayfarer]

The Escort AU

Pairing: Cabernet x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Content Tags: Jealousy, Possessiveness, Yandere Behavior (I mean, it's Cabernet, so are you really surprised?), Biting, Blood Kink (at least on Cabernet's part), Hot Tub Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Cabby also has a dick in this

Note: The first two sections are just set up for this AU since I do plan on writing more about it eventually. You can just skip to the 3rd section if you want to see Cabernet.

Additional Note: Given that you are an escort, there will be some vague mentions regarding other clients you might have had, such as Eirene and Chelsea. For the most part though, you'll be seen with Cabernet in this AU, but that's because I promised @sinful-lanterns something spicy with her wife. 🤭 ANGEY, COME GET YOUR FOOD! 😌

You originally took this job as a means to pay your mounting student loans, but you'd be lying if you weren't also a bit curious about how the upper echelons of DisCity lived their lives. Still, even with your friendly personality, even your employer was taken by surprise by how popular you'd be with the agency's clientele.

You were something of a miracle worker among your colleagues with your ability to handle some of the most difficult patrons. Such clients paid the fees for a companion, yes, but some had such a cold demeanor that it was difficult for your coworkers to perform their role to the best of their ability.

With you, however, it was very much the opposite effect.

You were capable of drawing something almost sweet out of even the most curmudgeonly or apathetic individuals.

Case in point: your first job had been with a higher-up from some intelligence department. Langley was beautiful and untouchable in the same way those millennia-old statues were—a timeless beauty in every sense of the word with her pale features and her cool, mint-green eyes that were so piercing in their intensity. That should have been her most prominent feature, but no. For you, that would have been the silvery tendrils of a seemingly spider-like mark over one of the woman's eyes, half-hidden beneath the shadows cast by the wide rim of her hat.

She had been cordial enough to you when she'd arranged to pick you up in the back of an armored limousine, but her personality seemed to shift when you both arrived at the event together. Her responses became more vague and noncommittal no matter who tried to draw her into conversation.

In fact, she seemed... bored.

While you hoped it was a result of the party—you were sure a woman of her stature had attended countless of these before to where they had long lost their excitable luster—a part of you couldn't help but think you were the cause for her standoffish behavior.

In an attempt to calm your nerves, you found yourself picking up flute after flute of champagne whenever a server passed by. You didn't know exactly how much alcohol you had imbibed over the course of those hours, but you did remember swaying enough on your feet that you felt an arm wrap around your waist to steady you.

Blearily, you looked up to see shadowed green eyes staring down at you with a raised brow—amusement just barely evident in that simple gesture. You felt the way your face heated up instantly beneath her gaze. When she quietly asked if you wanted to leave, you just shook your head sheepishly.

The entire exchange had been such a quick moment that none of the people you both had been mingling with noticed anything. Conversation continued on as normal at least until one man made some churlish remark regarding Sinners that had you bristling instantly.

Perhaps it was a result of all the alcohol you had consumed earlier, but without any mental filter in place, you soon launched yourself into a passionate tirade about Sinners and how they should be granted rights just as any citizen within DisCity.

"You stand with the likes of them?" he asked with a sneer, voice dripping condescendingly at the very thought.

"As far as I see it, they're no different than any non-Sinner: they can still be just as courteous as any other person, or they can be an absolute asshole like you," you countered.

For a moment, everything went silent. Wide eyes turned to you in surprise, and if you weren't so inebriated, perhaps you might have noticed that a few gazes had traveled to your date. Instead, you kept your eyes focused on your rival of sorts, and you felt a deep satisfaction when his face went red. From either embarrassment or rage, you couldn't tell. In any case, your moment of smugness went out the window when you heard Langley laughing loudly beside you.

Shocked, you turned to see that she had her head thrown back in delight as her laughter rang out. It was then that you realized the situation. You were here as a guest to Langley, and while her behavior seemed to indicate she was that wasn't angry at your outburst, you knew just how much the matter of reputation mattered to these people. There was a chance that you could have hurt Langley's.

Before you could apologize, the other woman pulled you closer to her side. "It seems that I've chosen a rather interesting date for the evening. Nevertheless, it's getting rather late. We should be taking our leave now."

Your group muttered their departing farewells, but you didn't put up any fight as Langley ushered you out of the building and into the backseat of a limousine that had already been waiting for you both. Langley didn't say anything else during the entire ride. Instead, she kept her focus on the tablet in her hands, typing out series of messages with a smirk still on her lips.

Your own sense of mortification was growing though, and by the time the limousine had reached your apartment, you had to insist to both Langley and her driver that you were fine to make it back to your door just fine. You wanted to distance yourself from the night as much as possible and any reminder of it.

You were certain that you had overstepped your role as an escort. That was the thought that rang in your head as you sniffed quietly in the shower, your dress all but forgotten on the tiles. Your first job as an escort, and you had ruined it. You couldn't help but groan as you eventually dragged yourself to bed, realizing that you were never going to get out of the debt of your student loans.

Although you felt guilty for it, you called into work and told them you likely weren't going to be in tomorrow. Thankfully, the receptionist sounded sympathetic, but given who your client was, she likely understand how drained you were. With that out of the way, you pulled the covers over your head and willed yourself to forget the disaster of tonight.

---THE NEXT MORNING---

You blearily woke to the sound of repeated knocking at your door. With considerable effort, you dragged yourself out of bed to answer it and found a cheerful deliveryman there.

"Good morning, ma'am! Where would you like me to set this all up?"

"Wait..." You were still trying to blink the sleep away from your eyes, but you were certain you heard him wrong. "Set what up?"

His delivery had apparently been a considerable one.

He happily wheeled in a wine chiller that—from what you could see on the box anyway—was capable of holding up to 50 bottles within it. That wasn't even the most outrageous thing. Oh, no, that went to the large wooden crate he wheeled in afterwards. Atop was a simple note that had been addressed to you.

Until next time, Rookie. -L

Inside the crate in question, however, were bottles upon bottles of champagne. Given how much you drank of it last night, she likely thought you this particular brand was your favorite.

Oh, this is just embarrassing...

As the deliveryman began settling the champagne into their new home in the wine chiller—despite your flustered insistence that you could do it instead—you were startled out of wits when you heard your phone ring.

It took a little time to find it. You had apparently tossed it aside with your dress in your drunken state, but on the screen, you could see several missed texts and calls from your employer, which only made you wince.

That surely couldn't be good.

You were able to get the call to connect before it went to voicemail. "H-hello?"

"Where have you been?!"

"Well, I—"

"Nevermind that! I don't what you did last night, but our phone lines have been ringing constantly since we opened! They're all asking for you specifically as their escort!"

You could only stare dumbfoundedly at the wall as you tried to register the information. Your employer only continued on, unaware. From their tone, they seemed absolutely delighted by this turn of events.

"Look, I know this is all probably a bit unexpected considering you just finished your first job last night," they began, "but these requests are honestly from of the biggest names in Eastside. If you accept, I can guarantee you'll be booked solid for at least the next three months. If you're interested, come down to the office whenever you can, and we can update your contract with the hours you'd like. We'll make sure you're not overworked."

---SOME TIME LATER---

From that moment on, your schedule was often booked by the most prominent individuals in the city. Countess Chelsea was a frequent client of your agency, according to your coworkers. The woman was utterly notorious for spoiling whomever was her intended companion for the day. You were no different, of course, but you were always a little skittish about wearing the accessories that were now overflowing from your jewelry box. They were all so expensive after all...

There were other names on that list too though, which included the CEO of Quinn, which had shocked your employer. The woman had apparently tried your agency's services once several years ago, but she had never made another request for as escort until after your night with Langley. Sometimes you wondered if that had been a coincidence, but you'd never seen either women interact with one another before, so perhaps you were probably overthinking the situation?

In any case, you were now hanging off Eirene's arm as she held court with her inner circle and her sea of admirers—a true queen of the business world. It hadn't been a major you pursued during college, but you understood enough to make polite conversation and offer a diplomatic rebuttal when others voiced that you didn't belong there.

The latter was something that seemed to please Eirene, strangely enough.

She wasn't a woman to wear her heart on her sleeve by any means of the imagination, but you did catch the bare hint of a smile on her lips at your remark before she turned to address another colleague. However, it was the gentle pressure of her hand against your hip that best indicated her approval—pleased with her choice of escort.

Before you could preen beneath such acknowledgment, you felt someone's eyes at your back. It wasn't a particular invasive sensation—the type meant to make you feel small and worthless.

No.

Someone wanted your attention.

Out of curiosity, you turned to look over your shoulder and from across the room, you found a pair of lavender eyes catching your gaze steadily. The woman's lips were as vibrant as her hair—a bold red—that turned upwards into a satisfied smirk, but before you could begin to imagine why, she was already turning her own attention back to her own throng of fans.

You'd heard of Cabernet before of course.

There were few who weren't aware of the sole heiress to the Franc family—an absolute marvel of the culinary world. In fact, ever since you had found yourself mingling within the circles of high society, it was rare for her not to be at any event that you were made a plus one to. She wasn't someone one could easily miss in a crowd. Like Eirene, the woman was a queen of her chosen field, and she was to be given just as much admiration and respect.

"So this is what money gets you, eh?"

You felt Eirene stiffen next to you at the words, and she pulled you further into her space before a wandering man could stumble directly into you. Your eyes were still watering from how much alcohol you smell on his breath as he attempted to proposition you.

"I've got what you need, girl. After we're done, you might as well be paying me for the pleasure!" he declared, breaking out into uproarious laughter at his own words, heedless of the scene he was causing.

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

He jerked his head unsteadily towards your date, who was currently waving two of the security team over. "She bought you, didn't she?" He scoffed. "I don't care how fancy they dress you girls up in. You can't be any better than the whores that line up at the corners of the Red Light District."

His words brought a round of sharp gasps from the guests around you. While this hadn't been the first time someone had made baseless assumptions about your duties as an escort, it was still an annoyance—one you were going to correct.

"I don't know you think you are, but—"

"Mr. Moreau."

You watched with almost bewildered fascination as color seemed to drain from your harasser's face at the call of his apparent name. Not that he could be blamed. There was little mistaking the authority in the voice addressing him even with the calm elegance it had been delivered with, for standing behind him was none other than Cabernet Franc herself.

"I believe you've outstayed your welcome here."

"I take it you know this man?" Eirene inferred coolly even as security finally managed to weave their way through the crowd.

"Him? Ah, yes. He was the owner and Executive Chef at La Rouge."

There was a rush of shocked murmurs at this revelation, which only left you more confused, but with the sudden scrutiny directed towards him, the man soon began shrinking almost into himself. Cabernet placed her hands primly atop her cane as she regarded Eirene.

"Would you let me handle this?"

A current of... something seemed to pass between the two women, but then Eirene nodded curtly.

"I'll defer to your wisdom on this if you'd prefer to deal with him. Do let me know if security will be needed. I may as well get my money's worth for their presence tonight."

Upon the acceptance of her offer, you were almost convinced Cabernet's lavender eyes seemed to glow, but they soon were hidden again as she lidded them, smiling, expression utterly serene. "Oh, that won't be necessary. I'm sure it's hardly escaped anyone's notice how far he's fallen in his misfortune. I believe an intervention coaxing him towards the help he needs would be far kinder."

And then Cabernet had led the man away although the latter looked more like a misbegotten pup timidly following after its owner. Nevertheless, activity within the ballroom seemed to return to normal again, enough to where Eirene had escorted you out onto the floor to dance once the music started up again. She led your steps, of course, but as you followed her lead, you couldn't help but ask her about Moreau.

Your eyes widened in response to the information.

You'd heard of La Rouge in passing but not necessarily of the chef at its head. It had apparently been one of the most popular restaurants when it debuted in Eastside several years ago. It had earned considerable acclaim by the city's elite.

...at least until Cabernet had dined there one evening.

You weren't as much of a foodie as some of your colleagues were, but the general impression was that while the woman hadn't been particularly scathing in her review, it seemed she had still been deeply unimpressed. From there, attendance to La Rouge sharply declined even when Moreau desperately tried to keep it afloat with only a skeleton staff at hand. However, given the high rent for such a large establishment in one of the premier locations of Eastside along with dwindling profits, La Rouge closed its doors within the same year of Cabernet's visit.

You weren't entirely certain how many songs you and Eirene had both danced to, but it was easy enough to notice how she slowly stopped moving. You looked up in confusion only to see her gaze directed over your head. Your lips parted to voice your worry only to have someone else speak behind you.

"Might I trouble your date for one dance before the evening is over, Miss Campbell?"

As if she couldn't allow the very thought of her to leave your mind, there Cabernet stood behind you with a smile. When Eirene didn't answer, however, you glanced up to see her looking at you expectantly. It was clear that while she paid for your services for the night, she wouldn't take your autonomy away from you. You just shrugged sheepishly.

"I don't mind."

Eirene seemed to have anticipated this however, but her gaze was still sharp as she regarded Cabernet whose expression remained as tranquil as ever. "You have one dance then," she declared coolly as she released your hands. "And not a moment longer."

---

"I'd almost believed she wouldn't part with you."

"Eirene?" you asked aloud as Cabernet led you into a slow waltz. "She's been kind." Truthfully, she'd been nothing of courteous towards you. All your clients were actually—even the ones with seemingly unapproachable reputations.

"Yes. She normally doesn't take an interest in anyone enough to allow them to accompany her to these events. When I saw you walk in on her arm, I knew you had to be quite special. You must be in order to tread the waters of this world so easily."

Her words seemed especially cryptic, but given how particularly cutthroat the corporate world could be for the uninitiated, you wouldn't be surprised if she were warning you of some danger, especially given the scene earlier.

"That man from earlier... Mr. Moreau? He didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

She blinked, almost taken aback by your concern. Then, she threw her head back in gentle laughter. "Oh, Sweet Morsel... You're so very adorable. For a man like that to bother me, he'd have to have the fangs necessary to do so. As it was, he was little more than a gnat buzzing by my ear—a minor inconvenience if noticed, but in the grand scheme of things?" When she smiled, you almost thought you caught the edge of something sharp in the gesture. "He's inconsequential at best. He likely understands that more readily now after our conversation, but let's not concern ourselves with the rabble. Certainly not when I've waited this long to formally meet you."

Technically, you hadn't even introduced yourself to her yet, and you were about to voice that when you suddenly began blushing as she leaned her head down towards you. She grinned.

"They may have won your attention first, but I'll have my time with you yet..."

Without really meaning to, you found yourself getting lost in her eyes. Did they seem brighter than normal? And who were they?

A small gasp left your lips as she slid her cheek past yours—in lieu of a kiss apparently—to whisper in your ear.

"Until next time, Sweet Morsel of mine..."

---SOME TIME LATER---

It was hardly any wonder that Cabernet found herself booked into your schedule.

Your duties as an escort were to offer a sense of comfortable companionship, especially when it came to social events. Involving yourself with someone else in that manner, however, offered a connection at times—one that could be seen as intimate. That intimacy could take shape in many forms.

The Countess spoiled you with any material thing that held your attention for more than a few seconds, and PDA was always a given with her. In fact, she highly encouraged it with you!

Quinn's CEO and the 9th Agency's Director always acted as befitting of their roles in the public eye, so they were more subtle in their affections. In the bedroom, however, they saw that your needs were always met as well as theirs, but nothing could really prepare you for how ravenous Cabernet's sexual appetite was...

It was somewhat surprising since she seemed to keep a certain amount of distance between herself and others. With you, however, she was always touching you in some manner. It could be chaste as handholding or her palm upon your hip to help direct you through crowded parties. Sometimes, it was more overt like with a nip at your ear when she felt you weren't paying enough attention to her. Regardless, it seemed she constantly wanted you near her, much to the envy of her admirers. Nothing was ever done without your consent, of course, and you couldn't deny the burst of thrill at some of the escapades you two got into.

As if knowing you were thinking about her, you felt the bulge of her cock hardening beneath your bottom. You made to shift your weight off her lap, concerned that you might be making her uncomfortable, but she wrapped her arms around your middle, keeping you in place.

Cabernet had invited you as her plus one to the grand opening of a restaurant. The Executive Chef had personally invited her to attend, and as a guest of honor, she had also given her a table consisting of only you and her. There had been two chairs to sit at of course—both on the same side at Cabernet's insistence. Still, it wasn't long until Cabernet had also suggested you sit upon a far better seat...

"Did you do as I asked?" she murmured as she pressed a line of kisses against the back of your shoulder.

You couldn't help but blush as you eyed the tables around you both, but the other attendants were more focused on the meals in from of them. "Yes."

Cabernet had requested that you wear your dress without any underwear. The garment had been personally handpicked by her for the long slit up the sides. Her own dress was was a dark plum in color that looked almost black under certain lighting. It also had two artistically-asymmetrical slits along the left side of her body that exposed parts of her pale skin. The trim along the opened edges held adornments that looked like crystal black teeth, so the visual effect was as if there were two gaping maws waiting to consume anything near it.

It was an interesting choice.

You thought it was a fun little nod to the event itself. Still, you couldn't deny the easy access Cabernet's dress provided for you both. You moved the train of your dress out of the way while reaching behind you to fish for Cabernet's cock. You could feel how she was already half hard as your fingers wrapped around her. She helped raise you off her lap enough so that you could guide the thick tip towards your entrance. Once the head sank in, you felt the weight of her shaft immediately behind it. You were already wet from the anticipation of her request, so it didn't take much more than a bit of slow rocking between you both to have her fully seated inside you.

You felt her warm breath against your neck as she sighed contentedly. She gave one more indulgent rock of her hips, which you had to bite your lip against to keep from moaning aloud. Then, she proceeded to pick up her silverware and cut into the fish that had been served to you both. You were eating more than she was, but that wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Her explanation always seemed to be that she was far more interested in your thoughts on food.

All the while, she remained hard inside you, and you could feel every twitch of her shaft with every move she made. Although you were both in a rather scandalous situation, the idea wasn't really for her to reach her peak anytime soon. Cabernet just loved feeling you wrapped around her like this, and she wanted to savor it for the entire event.

You were in the middle of sampling another bite of the flaky fish from her fork, and you nearly choked on it when you saw a waiter heading towards you both to refill your drinks. Cabernet, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit bothered. With the large white napkin covering your lap and the loose, flowing length of your dress covering her own, nothing seemed at all amiss for the waiter. If he noticed your blush, he likely assumed it to be a result of you simply sitting atop your date's lap. After all, Cabernet Franc rarely handed out attention like this so easily.

When you were both left alone again, she praised you for keeping your composure so well.

"Well done, my dear." She rewarded you by thrusting up into you once, which left you gasping. She smirked. "All in all, I'd say this was a rather enjoyable evening although I'm not entirely certain the food was worth all the fanfare. Your presence more than made up for it. Speaking of which..." She licked at the shell of your ear, which had you shivering pleasurably. "I'm expected to be at another banquet in two weeks' time. Will you be free to attend it with me?"

"I..." You were almost ready to accept the offer immediately, but then you frowned as you reached for your phone. "Wait, let me check my calendar first."

As you scrolled through your schedule for the month, you noticed how her grip seemed to tighten almost imperceptibly at your waist—perhaps disconcerted with the fact that you didn't immediately know the answer to her question.

it couldn't be helped though.

As one of the more popular girls of the escort company, your schedule was often packed. Still, you couldn't help but feel disappointed when you saw an event booked throughout the entire week Cabernet had been requesting. When you turned your head to relay all this to her, she seemed understanding. Her smile remained polite as always towards you, but you couldn't help but notice how her eyes seemed to harden at their edges.

"Very well, Sweet Girl... I can wait."

---A MONTH LATER---

A limousine had been called to take you to Cabernet's estate. It was already well into the evening, but the party within still seemed to be in full swing. You thanked the driver as he opened the car door for you, but you couldn't help but shiver as the night air fell upon you.

"There's my darling sugar baby!"

You looked up to see Countess Chelsea coming down the stairs with a grin upon her face at your presence. At your appearance, however, her expression turned to one of concern.

"And you look like you're about to catch your death out here."

Chelsea pulled her own coat off to settle it upon your shoulders. Given the extravagant amount of fur on it, it still retained a great deal of the woman's body heat, and you could feel it warming you up instantly. You were going to protest the offer since now Chelsea would be the one left out in the cold, but the woman merely wagged a finger at your playfully.

"Now, now. Don't argue. I'm hardly going to be out here for long." And true to her word, her own pink limousine pulled up to the front of the estate.

"Ah. You're leaving already?"

"Yes. I have a business meeting overseas that I need to get to, so I stayed long enough to greet our guest of honor and mingle for a little bit." She grinned. "But don't be sad, babe! You know you and I will see each other again eventually!" Her eyes seemed to sparkle delightedly as she leaned down to press a parting kiss to your cheek. "Now get inside! No reason to stay out in this weather!"

The temperature inside was considerably warmer thankfully. This was the first time you'd actually been to Cabernet's estate though, and you weren't quite certain where to go. Fate, however, seemed to smile upon you because you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

"There you are, Sweet Girl."

You looked up just in time to see Cabernet descending the staircase near the foyer. She was dressed to the nines, looking like an absolute dream in the dark sheath that hugged every curve of her body. Her expression indicated she was happy to see you, but you saw how her steps and her smile seemed to freeze in place when she took in Countess Chelsea's signature fur coat draped around your shoulders.

"I see someone else has already gotten to you first." Her tone was even and calm even if you couldn't help but fidget in place beneath it.

"I ran into the Countess on the way in. She was just worried that I'd be cold."

"Well..." Cabernet fully descended the steps then, and she wrapped her arm around your waist to guide you elsewhere. "You don't need to worry about such things in here. Come. Let me help you put that away."

---IN THE COAT CLOSET---

It was ridiculous that something as mundane as a coat closet could somehow be twice the size of your own apartment. The ones in Cabernet's estate boasted rows upon rows of shelves and racks for guests to put their outerwear and accessories away, but the space of the room wasn't what was taking your breath away.

Cabernet was doing that well enough on her own.

She had pushed you in to the farthest corner of the room behind from shelving, and you barely had time to turn around to face her before she was on you. Your borrowed coat had fallen to the floor beneath you, and for that, you were grateful. The garment had likely saved you from potential carpet burn from how hard Cabernet seemed to be thrusting into you. She didn't take time to pull your underwear off. She just moved it far enough to the side to slip inside you. From her pace, it was like she was trying to imprint her very essence into your soul.

You already came twice from her complete and single-minded determination in that regard. You were just coming down from the lull of your latest orgasm when you looked up at her curiously. She looked as magnificent as ever even with her mane of wild, crimson hair, looking every bit like a huntress who had caught her prey. Still, you found yourself paying attention to those unique eyes of hers. They seemed to be... lighter?

Before you ponder upon that fact for more than a second though, you found yourself suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach. You couldn't stop your breathless curse of surprise against the fur coat beneath you when she thrusted into you again.

Cabernet always felt bigger when she took you from behind.

And you knew she still hadn't come yet.

The girth of her cock inside you felt as heavy as ever, and she definitely made you feel it. While your upper torso was still pressed to the floor, she effortlessly lifted you up by your hips to hammer into you—unsatisfied by any amount of distance between you both. The slap of flesh in the otherwise empty room felt like thunder going off inside your ears, and you moaned helplessly when you felt her teeth at the crook of your neck.

Cabernet still needed more.

You knew enough of her sexual appetite to understand this side of her.

Weakly, you reached behind you to touch Cabernet's hand atop your thigh, which she gripped tightly, as if trying to make sure you couldn't move away. You felt the rumbling whine against your neck like she was anticipating you wanting her to stop or slow down when she had yet to be satisfied.

Instead, you entwined your fingers with hers, pressing her palm firmly against your thigh. "You...you can go harder," you said breathlessly.

There was a moment when Cabernet completely went still above you at your words.

Then, she released an absolutely carnal moan before she placed a hand at the small of your back. The force was enough that your knees immediately splayed out on either side of you to where you were now pressed completely flat against the floor. She roughly rucked up the length of your dress to bunch it around around your waist, and you could feel the fur of the coat brush against your inner thighs with every thrust. You felt that sensation most keenly at your clit as the fine strands parted and wrapped itself around the little nub with every stroke back and forth.

Cabernet seemed to keep you in torment that way for the longest time as she held you down and completely laid into you. While you had tried to remain quiet in the beginning—you were still at a party after all—Cabernet would roll her hips in such a way to press at a point inside you that you couldn't help but cry out.

You heard a gasp that came from neither of you along with quick, muffled footsteps leading further away until the door to the coat closet slammed shut. In your current state, you couldn't even begin to tell how far the guest—or even guests perhaps—had intruded into the room before finding you both. Ordinarily, you'd be embarrassed beyond belief at being caught in such a predicament.

Instead, you only tightened harder around Cabernet's cock, and that was finally enough to send her over the edge. You felt the pinprick of pain at your neck first before the deep throb of her shaft, sending wave after wave of seed inside you. You hadn't seen each other in over a month, and you could only imagine how badly she'd been backed up.

After some time, she finally released your neck from her teeth, and she was kind enough to lick away the slow trickle of blood as she idly rocked her hips into you, still trying to ensure enough of her remained inside you as possible. As the guest of honor, however, she couldn't remain gone forever, no matter how much you both wished otherwise.

It was with immense reluctance that she pulled out of you at all, and you whimpered when your oversensitive cunt was finally empty. You could still feel her warm seed spilling out of you though. It was forming a sticky mess between your legs as it seeped into the fur coat beneath you.

You felt like a newborn foal as you were helped onto your shaky legs. It felt unfair that Cabernet already looked more presentable than you —not to mention a great deal more relaxed. It was as if the past hour hadn't occurred at all for her, but you still felt the powerful aftereffects of her affections.

She helped wipe away most of the evidence splattered across your thighs with the discarded coat, but then she slid your underwear back into place, stopping the slow flow of cum still inside you. With a pleased hum, she gently patted your folds, which had you blushing harder with the words that came after.

"A late night snack for me to enjoy later."

Cabernet had scheduled you for the entire weekend, and you still had the whole night to get through with her first. Now thoroughly satisfied, she led you out of the room. You made to grab Chelsea's coat off the floor, feeling awkward for simply leaving it there, but Cabernet's grip was firm.

"Leave it," she said, her tone dismissive of the item. "It's already soiled after all. We've much better things to concern ourselves with."

---AFTERPARTY---

You thanked all your lucky stars that all the guests had already gone home for the evening because you were certain the hot tub wasn't meant to be utilized this way...

A sharp cry left you throat, and you placed your hands over Cabernet's forearms to help steady yourself as you leaned back against her. With her strength, she had positioned you until you were in front of one of the jets. You were gasping for breath when you felt the strong stream of water hitting your clit. Your entire body shook when she pulled back the hood on the already oversensitive nub, exposing as much of it as possible to the tub jet. The sensation was enough to make you cum, your cunt squeezing repeatedly around nothing although that wouldn't be the case for long.

Cabernet took the opportunity to slide herself eagerly into you while you were still in the throes of your climax. Mercifully, however, she moved you away from the jet of water, knowing the dual stimulation was far too much for you to handle at the moment. She moved to sit back down on the tub's bench, content to let you cockwarm her. However, just as Cabernet was greedy for your touch, you were just as greedy for hers.

As such, you turned yourself around in her lap and began riding her slowly beneath the moonlight as she laid her arms out on the side of the tub, smirking up at you. After all, who wouldn't be smug at having a beautiful woman ride them?

With the excitement you both shared earlier though, you weren't in any rush to reach another high, and she understood that. She sighed with satisfaction as she dropped her head back, letting her rich, red hair fan out behind her. You bit your lap at such a sensual image, unconsciously squeezing around her, which she encouraged with a subtle rock of her hips.

"Sweet Girl, I will offer you anything you desire," she said, and the yearning tone had you looking at her once more. Even beneath those hooded eyes, you were certain they were glowing this time, but Cabernet didn't seem the least bit interested in hiding them. In fact, as she palmed your hips, she seemed to encourage you to look your fill, letting you fall beneath the gaze of a predator who would never know a hunger sated.

At least not when it came to you.

Her smile was sharp and all-consuming as she regarded you. "So long as you are mine..."

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Another day of Chief being single mother

I'm going to forget MBCC have debts or I don't have money I'm gonna sell MBCC of to the black market to get money to buy tickets .

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