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A writing war has now been declared!! Prepare yourself for some of the most degenerate smut to be sent your way. Considering you sent me a Rahu thirst (which I was requesting, thank you) I think it's only fair I send you one back.

Putting a collar around Rahu's neck and tugging at the leash connected to it, and making her go absolutely insane with lust. She's on the brink of losing her self control, the only thing keeping her from doing so is trying to be your obedient dog.

The second you let her between your legs, she's lapping away at your pretty cunt like it's her life line. She's clutching at your thighs, tugging you closer and closer to her as she tries to delve her tongue farther into you. She's going visibly mad with need for you that she's shaking as she holds back from pining you beneath her and fucking wildly into you.

When you teasingly press your foot down onto her visible, aching bulge in her pants, she's whining and going still momentarily as she tries to hold back from cumming in her pants right then and there. Seeing her holding back so well, you can't keep denying her what she wants, so with a tug of the leash you pull her on top of you.

The second Rahu has permission to do what she wants to you, she's gonna be rutting her cock so deep inside you that your sure she's gonna unintentionally break you apart. She's holding onto you so tightly, biting onto your shoulder till she draws blood to hold herself back somewhat from losing complete control.

She's licking at the bite mark soon after, trying to soothe the pain while she fucks her cock in and out. You'll tug on the leash multiple times when your close or you were want her to kiss you, and Rahu so obediently presses her lips against yours in a sloppy kiss and moves faster into you to get you over the edge.

Finally, when Rahu reaches her climax, she's burying her cock so deep inside you, filling you up with a cry. She has her arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up slightly as her hips stutter into you with each rope of cum she releases, before dropping you onto the bed and collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily and nuzzling against your neck as you recover from your highs.

MnddjskmMskamaa OMMMMGGGG Fuckin’ hells, Sin 👀💦 This is making my simp for Rahu EVEN WORSE 😭

I hope you enjoy 👀 🏃‍♂️💨

Warnings: NSFW under the cut! Sub! Rahu, Female! Reader

There are times where Rahu will completely be obedient, staying between your legs and lapping at your pussy. It's your speed and firmness, what you say goes. She won't ever touch herself until she has permission, even if she's shaking. She feels her body heating up with each second ticking by. You can tease her and tell her not to cum. She's behaved so well that she hasn't even bit you once!

She'll whine but still feverishly eat you out. Her whole life depends on it. Her tongue expertly explores you entirely, it dips into your weeping hole and she moves to suck your clit. She doesn't close her eyes during this, she looks you in the eyes! Hers are glowing the silver as she loses herself more and more into you.

She's being so good this time! There wasn't a need for the collar. Your hair is tangled in her silky locks as you bite your lower lip, grinding into her mouth.

“Such a good puppy..” You'd purr, pressing her face closer to you as a reward. She cries into you, sending the vibrations throughout your body. You've lost count of how many orgasms ripped through your body. You told her not to waste a single drop of your slick, warning her of the punishment if she did.

If she listens to your every word, giving her submission to you completely; you'll have to ease her onto you. Every touch you do to her aching and angry cock, she'll groan and wait for you to tell her to take you. Expect to be taken until she is fully satisfied! It might be an all night endeavor until she's a panting, oozing mess on top of you.

Extending further on our new Garden puppy reader. What about if the Chief needs to punish the assassins for attacking the other Sinners?

Just the Chief calling you to her office alone, just to lock the door behind her and send a message to the Garden women that they'll get you back when she sees their attitudes improve.

Other Sinners very quickly realizing that they can get a rise from any of the three women by targeting you instead. Coquelic refusing to spar Zoya when she has you in her lap, so the only reasonable thing to do is obvious! Zoya just snatches you from Coquelic's grip and bolts, running through the building with you slung over her shoulder and crying for Coquelic to rescue you.

Or perhaps Langley finds you in the Chief's office during one of their punishment periods. Which of course only has one thing to be done! To play on the intercom for the entire MBCC headquarters to hear, her holding you pinned beneath her and she showers compliment after praise to pull out all those adorable embarrassed noises you make.

But no matter what, no matter who messes with you or trying to take what belongs to them away. All three women will always have you back in their embrace, your tail wagging happily at just being near them. But don't forget, Puppy, they need to make sure to remind you why you belong to them and them alone.

There’s something really amusing about the Sinners playing “keep away” with you, as Coquelic, Garofano and Sumire all try to hunt them down in order to get you back 😭

Coquelic probably goes ballistic when you’re snatched away by anyone other than her assassins. So Chief, Langley, and any of the other sinners who dare snatch you away, will have to face the wrath of an angry Coquelic who’s like a spinning, small tornado of anger that’ll tear up the MBCC to get her puppy back…

nsfw under the cut

Oh and if Coquelic manages to snatch you back only to see how the other women have marked you up…? Coquelic is livid. Literally red faced and screaming as she summons Garofano and Sumire to bring you down to her cell, because she’s rebutting twice as hard for all the hickies and attention you’ve been given from the other women. You need to remember who your original owners are, no matter how many times the women in the Bureau try to play “keep away” with you 😨

Expect to be restrained onto the bed by Sumire, her shibari skills are one of the best after all, so there’d be soft, silky ribbons suspending you to the sheets, as Garofano makes quick work of slicing off your clothes. Both of those women will tend to your prep work, while Coquelic is standing off in the corner, mumbling curses to herself as you see her slide on a big, girthy strap on…

Coquelic doesn’t often use the strap (she prefers using her hands to bring you to heaven) so when she whips that cock out, you know she means business, as she’s quickly looping the straps and crawling over on top of you to mark you silly. Not like Garofano and Sumire weren’t already doing that. With Garofano sucking at your neck and Sumire fondling your tits so they’re nice and perky…

From your sex-drunk daze, you look up to see Coquelic angrily staring you down. She’s not mad at you, but her curses under her breath are enough to make you whimper in fear. You’ve never had angry sex with any of the Garden women before, so this’ll be a first as you have no idea how rough they’d go.

“Spread her legs. She’s not allowed to close them, understood?”

“Yes, master Coquelic.”

Immediately on command, Sumire pulls your right leg, while Garofano pulls your left, allowing Coquelic to have access to your glistening wet pussy, as it’s been aching to be spoiled by the fingers of your owners. Or rather, strap ons…as you see Garofano and Sumire glancing over at Coquelic’s sex toy drawer wirh want…

“Try to be a good girl as always, okay?” Coquelic huffs, glaring down at you with those intimidating crimson eyes. “I’m going to be tougher than usual…so just…brace yourself.”

It was rare for Coquelic to ever go rough on you (despite her sadistic tendencies) so you were surely in for a treat as Sumire and Garofano held you down, blushing at the cute moans you let out when Coquelic slowly pushed forward…

Cabernet defiantly loves giving head, like she is a God at eating pussy and she would definitely love it for us to sit on her face. This thought made me think of a scenario in the Uni Au where Cabernet asked us to sit on her face and after a bit coercement we agreed. She got so excited she rused to lay on her back and held out her hands to help us position ourselves. But when we came down we were doing that thing where girls hover over their partners head so that they wouldn't crush them with their full weight and this pissed Cabernet off.

"What are you doing?"

"Im doing what you asked?"

"No no, if you were doing what I asked you'd be sitting, not doing this hovering shit."

"I just dont want to crush your face and suffocate you-"

"And? Let me suffocate! Im a big girl, I can handle some smothering!"

This arguing went on for a bit and eventually Cabernet grew tired and too horny for our concerns that she just ended up looping her arms around and over our legs and pulled us down causing us to pit our full weight onto her face. Obviously we tried to lift ourselves back up but Cabernet was holding us down with an iron grip and pleasure she was giving us was starting to turn our legs to jelly so we couldn't hold ourselves back up again even if we wanted to. We obviously went into over stimulation so our body was naturally trying to jerk away but Cabernet kept us right were she wanted us with an iron and horny filled grip. The pleasure we were getting made us grab onto the back board of the bed for dear life and grip it even harder at each orgasm. And by the 5 th orgasm, the most powerful one we've had yet, we felt something slpash against our back. We looked back and it was Cabernet's semen that was coating our back. She was still ejaculating too as we looked back watching, seeing rope after rope of cum escaping her tip to hit against our skin. The best thing about this was that she didn't touch herself at all and she came A LOT. Cabernet found so much arousal and pleasure in stuffing her face into our cut and eating us like a man starved that she came without any stimulation to herself.

She just loves our pussy that much.

Hey. What have you done to me? You’ve completely changed my brain structure because Cabernet is my favorite PTN woman 😨

I have…I have no words. Just keep reading.

nsfw under the cut (men and minors dni)

The first time Cabernet asked you to sit on her face, you said no. That was the first time you ever said no to her request, and yet it was one she really wanted to do. Her eyebrows furrowed and she asked again, yet the answer was always the same.

“No Cabernet, I don’t want to hurt you with my weight.”

Poor Cabernet was ticked off that you’d ever think about hurting her with that delicious body of yours. If her body paid the price of having your mouthwatering pussy shoved up against her face, then it was a price worth paying for, as Cabernet was getting more ravenous by the minute. Every time you said no, Cabernet would get hungrier. Until eventually, while you were getting busy in the bedroom, Cabernet yanked your hand up to hover over her lying body, the both of you naked and sweaty from all your previous rounds.

“Sit on my face.” Cabernet asked— no, more like demanded. Her expression impatient and tongue flitting out for your juices.

“Cabernet, I don’t want to crush you—”

“I don’t care.”

Her voice was stern, almost annoyed that you’d hesitate this much before gripping your thighs with each manicured hand, and forcing you down to meet her mouth in a burning, passionate ecstasy.

Since when did Cabernet get so strong? You wondered this, as you gasped and tried desperately to stand for fear that you might be suffocating poor Cabernet. She was a delicate lady after all, so you should hurry and—

Goodness why was she so strong? Why was she gripping you so hard, you could barely move? Through your moans of blissful pleasure, you looked down to see Cabernet’s absolute blissed out expression. She looked delirious, eyes fluttering back in pleasure as she moaned through your folds and licked you up like a Michelin star meal that was worth hundreds.

She has never eaten you out like this before. Nails gripping the soft plush of your thighs, keeping you firmly sat on her face while she parts your walls with her tongue to reach that sweet spot she so desperately craved. The main star of the dish, the core of the apple, the feast that she had been starving for all this time.

The sweet, succulent juice of your orgasm.

Cabernet’s cock was practically swollen with arousal at the thought of it. Mind going numb while she ate you out in a drunken state. With every moan and whimper that left your lips, Cabernet countered with a grunt and growl of her throat. At the first gush of your first orgasm, Cabernet was practically moaning. The taste was so delightfully pleasant, the unique flavor of your body’s natural reaction to her and her alone. It was addicting, it was beautiful.

She craved more. More, more, more.

As you tried to get up, pussy overstimulated and puffy from her tongue, you whined when she suddenly pulled you back down for more.

“Another. Give me another.”

Was she pussydrunk? You couldn’t tell as the rough caresses of Cabernet’s eager tongue pulsed in and out of you with the eagerness of a starved man who had just been given a plate of food. You’re on the brink of teetering over the edge, unsure of how many times Cabernet had made you cum from just her tongue alone…

Four…five? You could almost pass out from bliss when you suddenly felt the hot shots of Cabernet’s cum shooting across your back. As you look back, you see just how erect and red Cabernet’s cock was. Tip all pink while it shot her hot seed all over your body, and making you clench from the sight, as you had no idea Cabernet was this turned on just by the taste of you.

She hadn’t even touched herself once. No strokes, no squeezes, only the pure ecstasy of eating you out was enough to get Cabernet oozing loads…

It’s safe to say that you’re no longer conscious of sitting on Cabernet’s face if she enjoys it this much 💘

POPSICLE

synopsis: enjoying a popsicle makes their imagination wander...

featuring: serpent, coquelic, cabernet, adela, kelvin

rating: 18+ smut (minors dni)

warnings: gn! reader, transfem characters (all of them), double coc.ks/hemipenes (serpent), no actual s.ex but it is very much implied, implied s.ex, implied mas.turbation, dirty thoughts, bon.ers, pining, mentions of bl.owjo.bs, voyeur.ism (coquelic), pwp

art credits: horimiya

SERPENT

The summer season was one of Serpent’s least favorite seasons while living in the Bureau. Usually because if she were back at home, she’d spend everyday just lounging around naked, due to the fact that she was cold blooded and absorbed the temperature of the environment around her. Unfortunately for her, the Bureau required Serpent to wear clothes 24/7 when around other Sinners, and poor Serpent was always at the boiling point whenever she kept her clothes strewn on. 

She’s protested against the clothes rule once before, but was quickly shut down by the Chief for her public indecency. Now that she was forced to keep her clothes on through the boiling months of summer, poor Serpent was currently dying while sitting in front of the AC to catch a break. 

“Mmmmmmpf tooo hottttt…” Serpent whined, her body sweating way too much thanks to the heat of the room. Her face was flushed and she was on the verge of tears with how grumpy and hot she was, wanting something to cool her down quick. 

“Serpent?” Her head turned around to see you peeking your head through the door. “Ah, little human! Hellooooo~!”

Though awfully sweaty, she flashed you a toothy smile and flicked her snake tongue out as a greeting. “What brings my little human to the screening room? Are you hot too?” 

“Yeah, most of the ACs around the Bureau are broken and are being fixed by Demolia or Eureka. This is the only room with somewhat decent air conditioning.” You smiled and held up two popsicles in your hand. “I brought popsicles from the kitchen.”

“Ooooooh.” Serpent perked up at that and held up her hands for one. “What flavor?” 

“Grape and strawberry.” 

“I’ll take grape.”

You tossed her the grape popsicle and opened yours with ease, sliding down to sit by Serpent near the air conditioner and dig into your icy treat. Serpent had already begun to munch on her grape popsicle while you did so, and she was perfectly content with this little snack, until she looked over to see you sucking on your own popsicle.

Sucking rather interestingly Serpent noted.

“Ah…” her cheeks flushed quietly at the sight of your lips pursing over the top of the popsicle and running your tongue across it. She knew you weren’t trying to be…suggestive in any way (she thought) but with the way your lips wrapped so perfectly around the head of the popsicle, she couldn’t help but let her innocent mind wander…

Would your lips wrap that perfectly around her two dicks? Serpent bit her lip at the thought. Would your pretty tongue lap over her tip so eagerly? Stroking and caressing over the head of her second cock, while beads of her precum spilled past the first tip and providing “flavor” to your eager tongue?

The snake woman gulped and shifted her gaze over to you again, breath hitching as she watched you unconsciously bob your head down to suck on the length of the popsicle a bit more. 

Oh…oh! Serpent felt all the blood rush to her face, as well as her two hemipenes down below, watching the way your head bobbed down with drops of popsicle juice dripping from the sides. She felt one of her cocks begin to twitch with arousal. Then the second. Then finally both cocks were stirring up with excitement at the thought of you going down at her. If she was hot then, then she was definitely hot now, as heat was pulsing through her veins with a need to see her pretty cocks stuffed down your throat (and other places). 

Her breath was heavy and laborious, imagining the sight of you down on her knees, smirking up at her while you pushed her dress up to tug at her panties with desire. She gulped when she pictured you slowly licking your hot tongue from the base to the shaft, before finally engulfing her entire tip into your mouth and fondling her second cock with your hand. Serpent groaned at the sight, and was about to picture you swallowing her whole when—

“Serpent? Serpent?!” 

Her eyes widened and she turned to look at you again, face flushing as she wondered if you could see her picturing you in so many lewd thoughts. Or even worse, could you see her erections? Was she having a prominent boner(s) right now?!

“I— I…uhm…” 

“Your popsicle is melting. It’s all over your hand.”

You sighed and grabbed a napkin to wipe the sticky mess off Serpent’s hand, chuckling a bit at how silly she was for letting her treat get messy like this. “You were daydreaming so much that it began making a mess on the floor. Glad to see none of it spilled on your dress, but what were you thinking about?”

“Ah…nothing! I have to go, sorry!” Serpent flashed you a nervous smile and quickly got up to leave the screening room. She felt bad for leaving you caught off guard, but she was in a rush to get to her cell room in order to see if anything “embarrassing” happened to her.

The moment she was safe and locked in the privacy of her own room, Serpent sighed and looked down to see the hem of her dress. Sure enough, two, prominent boners were standing tall and straining against the fabric of her underwear, causing Serpent to groan with how pent up and horny she was. “Ohhhhh whyyyyyy…” she whined, making her way to her bed to satisfy her cocks’ cravings. Today was going to be an even hotter day for her it seems…

COQUELIC

Coquelic had filed several complaints to the Chief of the MBCC throughout the early days of summer. When the majority of the ACs broke down in all the buildings, Coquelic was left lazing around in her room with Sumire or Garofano fanning her to keep her cool. Very spoiled was the Garden Master indeed, but without her trusty flower girls to dote on her every need, Coquelic would’ve melted like a puddle by now under the heat.

“Sumire, darling. Do put more wrist work in that fan, I’m starting to glisten.” 

Coquelic groans and runs a finger across her forehead, pouting at the way she felt the slightest bit of slick coat her skin. “I’m losing so much water…! My poor complexion…”

“Mentor, with all due respect, it is just a little bit of sweat.”

Poor Sumire was sweating a lot more than Coquelic was, due to the fact she was working to keep Coquelic happy, all the while having no AC or fanning herself. Though the Garden was full of assassins who could definitely handle hotter temperatures than this, it didn’t mean it was exactly “comfortable” for those having to sit around and just take in the scorching heat. At least with the missions the Garden girls had something to distract themselves with…

At the door to her room opening slightly, both Coquelic and Sumire turned to see you peeking in your head through the door. At the sight of your familiar face, Coquelic immediately perked up and sat up in her bed. “My flower! You’ve come to visit I see…” Coquelic chimed, a bright smile filling her once uncomfortable face. “Sumire, you are dismissed. And while you’re at it, get yourself something cold at the cafeteria. You look awfully red.”

Sumire sighed and bowed in respect, getting up from her position to walk past you and leave.  As she did so however, she flashed you a smile and mouthed the words “thank you” as if she were finally relieved to get a break from her mentor’s demands. 

When she finally left, Coquelic opened her arms for you to come join her in bed, eager to have someone like you keep her company on this hellish day. “My flower, what brings you here into my sanctuary? Are you here to spoil me again?” 

“You can say that. I brought some popsicles from the cafeteria kitchen, Kelvin is making them. Would you like some?”

“Oh? A cold, sweet treat for me? Give me a red one, it matches my lipstick.” 

You handed her the red, unknown flavor of popsicle and sat down besides Coquelic on her bed. The moment the cold treat graced the mentor’s lips, she let out a delighted sound of relief and began eating with vigor. “Mm, how perfect. That Kelvin girl sure is talented…” 

You chuckled and nodded, starting to suck on your own popsicle while staring off into space. You were content with just sitting there and soaking in the company of your beloved Coquelic, yet it seems with the way you were ravaging your popsicle, Coquelic had taken notice and began letting her eyes wander to your mouth…

With her own sugary treat halfway in her mouth, she let her red eyes fixate on the way you were sucking nonchalantly on your ice-cold popsicle. She knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, (at least, it seemed that way to her) but Coquelic couldn’t help but drag her own tongue across her lips with interest at how sensual your popsicle eating was…

You and Coquelic had a special relationship with each other. Not necessarily official lovers, but you’ve definitely explored each other’s bodies before several times. Her mind flashed back to memories of you towering over her in bed, hand fisting the base of her small, yet beautiful cock, with your face hovering over the hot head of her length. 

Her cheeks went pink at the memory. Recalling the way you shyly smoothed your tongue over her tip and inched your way further at a snail’s pace. You were so shy and meek back then, too scared to touch the Master of the Garden like this with your lips, before Coquelic had to take her own matters into her hands and shove you down further by forcing her hands down on your scalp. 

Coquelic drooled a bit inside her mouth when she recalled how you choked slightly even on her smaller size. You were so adorable with the way you looked up at her with lust, mouth bobbing up and down her short length and causing the master to buck her hips up into your throat. 

“Your tongue work is impressive as always.” Coquelic comments suddenly, smirking up at you with half lidded eyes. That caught you off guard and you nearly choked on your popsicle, blushing and turning to the Garden master. “C…Coquelic…”

“Oh, don’t stop now. Come on, give me a show.” Coquelic teased, eyes trailing down to the base of her practically lingerie attire. “I like it very much…”

Your eyes followed her gaze and your breath hitched at the sight. Through the thin, translucent fabric of her lace, a small bulge was prominent with bits of wetness staining the cloth. It occurred to you that Coquelic had been watching you this entire time letting her mind fill in the imagination of you sucking her cock rather than that popsicle… 

“When you’re finished with that, would you like to enjoy another kind of popsicle, my dear?” Coquelic teased, gesturing to the boner under her nightgown. 

“Ah, well…” your cheeks flushed but you couldn’t help but find the offer enticing. “Alright.” “Splendid!” Coquelic grinned and leaned back against her bed, continuing to eat her popsicle before fishing out her shaft to masturbate to the sight of you eating your treat. “Just take your time. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy the show…”

CABERNET

Cabernet was among the majority of the sinners who couldn’t handle the heatwave at the MBCC. For almost every meal, she’s requested a cold dish to combat the heat. Ice cream sundaes, cold soba noodles, fresh fruit sandwiches. Heck, Cabernet had even resorted to putting her precious grapes in the freezer of the MBCC’s cafeteria kitchen. The cold crunch of her beloved fruits being the only thing saving Cabernet from sweating her face off among the sea of sweaty sinners.

Usually the calm and composed food critic would be able to find an alternative food item to keep herself from dying of starvation (plus the heat), but on this particular day, it was just too hot that Cabernet couldn’t even find the appetite to eat something fresh. Every food presented to her was either too warm, or lacking in flavor from the frost. Poor Cabernet was just slouching over one of the cafeteria tables and trying to absorb the cold from the metal. It was a pitiful sight, and Kelvin began working on a solution to make the tastiest popsicle for Cabernet’s standards.

“Psst. Hey.” Kelvin flagged you over when you walked past the kitchen one morning. She had been busy preparing popsicles for the entire Bureau ever since the air conditioning in the building broke, so when you walked in, you could see an assortment of several different flavors, plus a batch of popsicles that definitely stood out from the bunch with how “fancy” it looked.

“Hey Kelvin, did you need something?” You tilted your head and looked down at her. 

“Yeah, can you do me a favor? I’ve been making popsicles for everyone at the Bureau, but Cabernet’s popsicles are a special case.” Kelvin laughed nervously and presented a tray of gourmet, special popsicles that had bits of magenta dragon fruit and unique coloration you had never seen before. “Can you give these to her? I feel bad that she’s suffering immensely through the heat wave.”

“Yeah, of course!” You smiled and took the tray from her hands. “Where is Cabernet currently?” 

“She’s lying on that table over there.” Kelvin pointed to a redhead slouching over a cold table in the corner, hair a mess as she pressed her face against the surface and looked to be in such a miserable state. You felt a pang of sympathy for the poor woman after seeing her all sweaty and messy from the heat of the Bureau, so you nodded quickly and began making your way over to her. “I’ll go deliver these to her, thanks.”

Approaching the hot redhead at her table, you set the tray down and Cabernet immediately perked up at the smell. “Oh, hello there,” Cabernet hummed, looking up at you and trying her best to smile despite suffering. “What did you bring me, dear?” 

“Kelvin made you some special popsicles with her own recipe. I’m not sure what’s in them, but they sure do look fancy.” 

“They do indeed…” Cabernet hums, glancing over at the magenta popsicles with interest. “Would you like to try one with me?” 

“Really?” Cabernet nods and generously hands you a dragon fruit popsicle. “I can’t finish this all. Please, try one with me.” She smiles and wipes a bit of sweat away from her brow before picking up her own popsicle. “Cheers, let’s enjoy this cold treat together.” 

She teasingly taps the tip of her own popsicle against yours, mocking a sort of champagne glass clink before slipping the popsicle in her mouth. “Mmmm…Kelvin certainly outdid herself this time. I can taste all the flavors of fruit she put in here, what do you think dear?”

“Mm, I’ve never tasted anything like this before…” you muttered with utter surprise, seemingly enjoying the strange new treat. “It’s refreshing and sweet, but not too sweet. I can even taste hints of citrus and lemon within the popsicle…” 

Cabernet’s eyes gleamed with amusement at your analysis. She chuckled before continuing to lick at her popsicle with refreshment. “I didn’t take you to be such the food critic, dear.” Cabernet teased, before a brief silence overcame the two of you, letting Cabernet’s eyes wander to your lips. 

Cabernet was one to notice people’s mouths often, yet this time she took interest in the way you savored the popsicle on your tongue. The way you hungrily slurped up and licked the droplets of juice dripping from the ice, tracing your tongue over each side and crevice while closing your eyes in pure bliss for how refreshing the popsicle was in the heat…

Cabernet licked her lips and let her eyes drown out in your enjoyment. A certain hunger filling the food critic as she imagined how you’d devour something else if you were that excited to eat something phallic shaped. 

Would you slurp up her cum like that if you were to suck her off? Would you make those breathtakingly delicious sounds like you were right now when she leaks too much and accidentally ejaculates a mouthful into your throat from how cute you were? Would the taste of Cabernet bring you bliss like this as you were right now? 

She was definitely a woman with a high libido and she made it clear. Swallowing the drool that was filling up her mouth and letting her thoughts run wild of you between her legs and getting cockdrunk off her taste and taste alone. Oh how she wishes she could see you enjoy how sweet she was, semen dribbling down your chin just like how the popsicle juices were currently making a mess on your face. 

“So messy, aren’t you?” Cabernet hums, taking her napkin and dotingly wiping the juice from your chin. “No need to be so ravenous, my dear. We have plenty of popsicles to devour.” 

She smiles and suddenly tilts your chin up with the edge of her fingers, eyes going half lidded with arousal before whispering in your ear. “Plenty of popsicles, and one you could savor forever.”

And judging from the small boner straining against Cabernet’s dress, you had a small idea of just what kind of popsicle Cabernet was referring to. It was one you would savor forever indeed…

ADELA

Because of how hot it had become in the Bureau, Adela began getting frequent customers, both staff and sinners alike, all asking for shorter and thinner haircuts to get just a bit more breeze on their skin while the ACs were all broken. 

Poor Adela had been stuck in her cell room snipping away hair for nearly everyone at the Bureau. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her job with a burning passion, but when almost all the ACs were broken and there wasn’t much ventilation circling through the walls (plus the added smell of hair chemicals and constant work from day to night), Adela was beginning to feel fatigued and had to take a small break in the screening room where there was one working AC in the whole building. 

She was covered in a thin layer of sweat as she took a sip from her ice cold water bottle to cool off. She was rethinking her working hours for the summer since she was getting more fatigued the further they went into summer, and was lost in thought until she heard the screening room door open. 

“Adela?”

“Oh, hello there sweetheart.” 

Adela flashed you a soft smile and immediately set down her water bottle. “What brings you to find me? Are you in need of a haircut? Everyone has been asking for one nowadays, it’s just too hot to function with long, thick hair…”

She chuckled and looked up at you, patting the spot beside her for you to sit down. “No, maybe next time.” You responded, smiling before sitting down next to her as she requested. “I came to give you something!”

“Oh?” Adela chuckles and tilts her head fondly. “You didn’t have to get me anything. Just your presence is enough for me.” 

“I know, but this time the gift is really worth it.” You smiled, holding up two popsicles in your hand. “The kitchen had been hard at work making popsicles for everybody, so I snatched two for us to enjoy!”

Adela smiled and blushed slightly at your generosity. “You really didn’t have to do that for me, sweetheart. I could’ve grabbed them myself, but…thank you.” She seemed very grateful for the sugary, cold, treat, and took one of the popsicles from your hand. “No problem, I figured since you were working so hard these past few days, you needed something cold to cool you down.” 

You frowned and got a bit pouty at the thought. “Everyone needs to wait a little with their haircuts. They’re overworking you on so many hot days…there’s only so much of you to go around.”

Adela laughed softly at the way you got so defensive over her, patting the top of your head soothingly. “It’s my job, I like making people happy with their haircuts. It does get hot sometimes, but I can handle it. I thank you for worrying about me, though.”

Oh how Adela wanted to kiss you badly for how much you cared for her. You were just so cute and endearing in her eyes, yet she refrained from showing you affection for fear of ruining your friendship. “Well, enough pouting. Let us enjoy this treat, shall we?”

She smiles and begins unwrapping her popsicle to enjoy. When you finally relaxed and eased up your tension, Adela sighs with content as the two of you were engulfed in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t often that Adela got to have a relaxing time like this with someone she deeply cared about, so to have someone like you spend time with her on her break, really brought the hairdresser at ease.

“Ah, mine’s melting a bit.”

“Careful dear. You don’t want to spill on your clothes—”

Adela glanced over at you and her breath hitched at the sight of you tracing your tongue up along the length of your popsicle, licking up all the dripping juices and trying to clean the mess off your hand with your tongue. The sight of you doing this reminded her of…not so innocent things as blood rushed to her cheeks and made her blush. 

“Oh…here, let me help you.” Adela grabbed a few spare napkins and helped clean the mess off your hand and chin. She adored the sight of your clumsiness and found herself fluttering over the way you looked up at her with gratitude. “Thanks, sorry. I guess I should’ve accounted that these popsicles would be a bit messy.” 

You gave her a small, innocently messy smile and poor Adela felt her tights suddenly feel restrictive against her lower areas. A pulse of heat shot through her cock, causing her to stifle a whimper and feel herself strain against her tights. Without warning, Adela felt her innocent mind cloud with images of your hand wrapping around her length. The long, yet skinny length twitching under your touch before you lean down to grasp the tip into your lips and smirk up at her with mischief in your eyes. 

Adela felt guilty. She hated and loved the fact that she was imagining you in such inappropriate positions. She wanted to get rid of these thoughts, but her mind started spiraling and soon she was picturing you kneeling by her bed, thighs parted slightly with your innocent eyes looking up at her and pleasing her length with that tight throat of yours. Oh how she could just imagine your tongue tracing over each individual vein ribbing along her cock, knowing full well that you’d enjoy a stimulating sensation such as that against your mouth…

Darn it… Adela was getting hard. Adela rarely gets hard with how she always had the best thoughts and intentions of her loved ones, yet when you were licking that frozen treat of yours so sensually, how could Adela not picture you replacing that popsicle of yours with her cock? 

“Ah, apologies my dear. But I’m afraid I must head back to work. Thank you for keeping me company,” Adela says in a quiet tone, getting up before you could say anything else and quickly making her way back to her room. After locking the door and making sure no one could get in, Adela groaned and slid her tights down, her erect cock popping free with beads of precum leaking down the tip, as she now had a rock hard boner to deal with before seeing other customers… Adela sighed and rubbed her face in frustration. It looks like she’d be spending the rest of her break trying to relieve herself of this monster, sitting down on the chair her customers oftentimes sat on, before touching herself to thoughts of cumming down your throat…

KELVIN

For the past few days at the Bureau, Kelvin was hard at work preparing popsicles for everyone, ever since the air conditioning units all broke for seemingly no reason. Staff and sinners alike were all sending so many complaints to the poor Chief, and Kelvin being Kelvin, thought of making a temporary solution in order to get everyone off the Chief’s back. 

Kelvin was one of the few sinners who weren’t affected by the heat wave. Due to her particularly unique ability gained from becoming a sinner, Kelvin was immune to the hot air and fatigue, and was busy whipping up different flavored popsicles in the kitchen from morning to night. 

The chefs of the Bureau would help her, of course.  But most of the time Kelvin worked alone. She wanted to perfect her popsicle recipes to appease to the crowd’s tastes, so she was oftentimes up late at night preparing several batches of flavorful frozen treats. 

You had stumbled upon her cooking up a storm in the kitchen one night when you were out to get a glass of water. Upon seeing the meek sinner running around and mixing different fruit blends and flavors, you peeked your head in with curiosity and wondered what she was doing. 

“Kelvin?”

You watched as she squeaked and nearly dropped the tray of unfrozen popsicles on the floor. Quick to rush over to her, you helped steady her posture and felt guilty for startling her. “Ah, sorry. I shouldn’t have surprised you like that.” 

“N-No no, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect any visitors today at this hour,” Kelvin nervously chuckled and set the tray of unfrozen popsicle juice on the counter. “Did you need something from the kitchen? I’ll try my best to provide.”

“Well, I just came down to get a glass of water, but I didn’t expect you to be working so late still.” You tilted your head at her and offered a hand. “Do you need help? You've been working so hard lately caring for the entire Bureau throughout the heat wave. I don’t want you to be tired.”

Kelvin’s cheeks flushed a bit at your concern, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ah, well, if you’re up to the task, I’d be happy to have some help in filling the rest of these popsicle molds. These are all for tomorrow’s batch, and I think it’ll be faster if we had two people working at the same time.” 

She smiles sheepishly at you. “Is…Is that okay?” 

“Of course, here, give me a pitcher.” And so you began helping Kelvin out in the kitchen. The two of you working diligently to finish tomorrow’s popsicles as quickly as possible. What was about half an hour of work had been halved to about fifteen minutes with you and Kelvin working together, and soon the last batch of the evening was slid into the freezer ready to be frozen for tomorrow. 

“Ah, we finished much quicker than I thought!” Kelvin exclaimed happily, already starting the cleanup process. “If you’d like, you can grab a popsicle of your choice that’s already been frozen. Think of it as like…a treat of sorts. A thank you for helping me.” 

She smiles bashfully and fiddled with her fingers, quickly washing the dishes while you took a popsicle of your choosing. 

“Mmmm. You've really outdone yourself this time, Kelvin. This flavor is really good.”

“Really? I’m glad you enjoy it—”

Kelvin grinned and turned around to face you, only to gasp and nearly drop the cup she was holding in her hand. 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

“Ah, nothing nothing. I just thought I saw a bug on the wall.” 

She flashed you a timid smile and turned back to face the sink, ears going pink as the sight of you pursing your lips over the popsicle and sucking on it ravenously, as it had Kelvin’s innocent mind wandering to dangerous territories. She didn’t expect herself to get so…aroused at the sight of you nonchalantly sucking on a popsicle to eat, yet the poor woman felt the inside of her small cock pulse with need the more she thought about it.

‘Ohhhh nooooo…’ Kelvin thought, trying to take her mind off her horniness as she continued scrubbing the dishes. She was lucky that she was turned away from you to hide her ever-growing blush and flustered-ness, but a part of her wanted to let her imagination run loose with the image of you bobbing your head up and down the sugary confection. 

Kelvin’s cock was not the biggest in comparison to the other sinners, in fact she was probably one of the smaller sinners on the spectrum when it came to measuring her dick size. However, she couldn’t help but think of how easy it would be for you to pop her entire length in your mouth, taking her from the tip to the base, as your mouth swallowed her whole and engulfed her in a sea of pleasure.

Kelvin stifled a whimper, feeling her tights strain against her ever-hardening erection as she rubbed her thighs together to provide some friction on her shaft. Poor Kelvin, she was so, so horny now. Picturing someone as hot and caring as you slowly edging her and teasing her as you traced circles around her cute cockhead, watching the tip grow redder and redder before spilling over with cute beads of seed and down her thighs…

Oh my, if you teased her delicately like that, Kelvin is unsure if she’d ever be able to stop herself. After all, whenever Kelvin orgasmed, she could barely contain herself as her ejaculations could last a very long time depending on how sensitive she was. (And most often than not, Kelvin was very sensitive when it came to a lover’s touch) 

“Mmpf…hnnn…” Kelvin chewed her bottom lip and swallowed as she felt herself stiffen while scrubbing the dishes. She was definitely distracted with her thoughts, as she didn’t notice you creeping up behind her.

“You’ve been scrubbing the same cup for a while now.”

“Ah!” 

Kelvin yelped and made the mistake of turning around, revealing the small, barely noticeable —but still noticeable in your eyes— dark stain that hovered just above where her tip would be. Your eyes immediately lowered and noticed the stain garnering the bluenette’s little chef outfit, and the smirk that stretched across your lips caused Kelvin to shiver with delight.

“Oh, distracted were we?” You chuckled, causing Kelvin to squeak and cover her crotch area with her hands, face going bright red with shame as embarrassment settled in. “Ah, don’t cover yourself. You look adorable! Were you busying yourself with thoughts of me?”

Kelvin couldn’t make eye contact with you, but stiffly nodded as a show of honesty. 

“Awe, alright then. I’ve finished my popsicle while you were ‘distracted’ but I’m still hungry…” 

Kelvin’s breath hitched as you got down on your knees, resting your cheek on her leg and smiling up at her. “Care to give me another popsicle, Kelvin? I came down for some water earlier, but it seems I’m parched for something else…” 

Unable to overcome her lust, Kelvin gulped and just slid her tights down with ease.

Hey we feeling about pregnant sec with Garofano?

She finally knocked us up and is so turned on by the fact we are carrying her child that pregnant sex is frequent in this household

She’s so gentle 🥺

Warm, aged hands caressing your belly as she gently thrusts her cock into you, quiet praises making their way into your ear as Garofano tells you just how good of a mother you’d be to her children…

If you tell her your pregnancy is making you horny, she’d gladly oblige and help you out (but will definitely take caution as to not hurt you or the baby). Shes sooooo soft too, telling you how beautiful you are and how she can’t wait to see you pregnant again if you let her knock you up once more. Garofano has always wanted two or three kids of her own, so if you’re willing, she’s always ready to do this again with you once you’re ready 💕

And ofc, your mind is always fucked dumb with how sweet your wife is, orgasm after orgasm just ceasing the pain of your body, all the while Garofano focuses on making you feel good, rather than herself <3

Okay, hear me out... Besides Stargazer, I'm also a huge Chameleon fan, who I feel is a little underrated compared to the more popular sinners. If we're going along with this recent pregnancy kink, I'd say it'd probably happen in her office. 😏 You visit her and bring up the ideas of babies while sitting on her lap behind her desk, and she looks amused and indulgent but VERY into the idea of breeding you if that lazy gleam of satisfaction in her eyes is any indication. Soon enough, you're naked and grinding yourself down onto her cock while she watches with her hands on your hips, content to let you do all the work for now. Your baby's conception is all but assured when there's a knock at Chameleon's door. You forgot to lock it, and someone comes in! Horribly embarrassed and more than a little mortified, you want to immediately hide, but Chameleon firmly keeps you on her lap, steadying you with a hand on your lower back to stop your squirming. Then Chameleon has this whole ass conversation with her coworker, who you're amazed doesn't seem to notice anything wrong. And that's when you realize Chameleon's using her ability to disguise your presence there. Chameleon's perfectly calm the entire time like it was just another ordinary day in the office, but you can definitely feel how hard she is inside you along with every deep throb of her cock, and you have to hide your face into her neck to keep from moaning too loudly and break the illusion. Soon enough, the coworker leaves, and Chameleon coaxes you into looking up at her by tucking her fingers under your chin. "Good girl." Her slow grin is all predatory hunger. "Now let's finish what you started, shall we?" From her desk, the windows, the walls, the furred rug she has on the floor... She's definitely not letting you leave until she's sure you're pregnant. 🤤 - 🌙 anon

HNNNNNGH CHAMELEON BREEDING YOU

That smug look in her eyes when she realizes you want a baby from her is what’s killing me right now. Her eyes are hazy and filled with a cloud of lust as she pulls your bottoms down to stuff her fat cock into your pussy 😖 it’s thick and soft, yet hardens upon contact with your lower lips before sinking in and letting you do all the work. Bouncing on her dick to milk her dry, as you were determined to walk out of her office with a belly full of Chameleon’s cum dripping down your thighs…

When you are unfortunately cockblocked by Chameleon’s coworker walking in, you’re forced to remain quiet while your wife’s swollen tip is practically leaking precum inside of you. Chameleon is an amazing actor, but you could tell it was sort of getting to her with how hard she was gripping your waist and making you sink down on her cock even further. You’re practically milking her dick dry with how hard you were tensing up around her, and luckily before she could groan and accidentally shoot a load into you, her coworker leaves, finally leaving you two to your own devices.

I imagine that the moment the door is shut, Chameleon thrusts up into you rapidly. Fucking you in her lap, on her desk, against her window, on the fur rug of her office. She’s so hard and turned on right now, wanting to breed her wife silly because almost getting caught would of course make the psychologist erect with need 🥵

That pussy of yours is getting stuffed over and over with creampies until Chameleon is certain you’re bred nicely. She can’t wait to have mini Chameleons growing inside your belly after this <3

i desperately need rahu just whining and whimpering about how good milf reader’s breast milk

cw. lactation kink

at this point rahu acts more like a baby than the actual baby LOL she’s whiny as she buries her face against you, fingers digging into your soft tummy as her lips and tongue suck and lave at your sensitive chest. they’re pitchy noises she can hardly control, brain too muddled on your sweet taste. who even needs to pump for expressing the extra when rahu can gorge herself on it instead? she’ll look so dejected when you run dry, very much a kicked puppy, but kiss her forehead and tell her that mommy just needs a few hours and she’ll perk right back up.

…and maybe other parts of her too LMAO

rahu probably drinks plain black coffee usually but one day you offer her to take some coffee you made specially for rahu to her studies. she doesn't mind – why not? it's just coffee. the cup isn't transparent though, so she doesn't see its content – and she thanks you, kisses you and baby goodbye, then takes her leave.

she only gets a chance to take a sip of this special coffee during her lectures as she sits in the back. she didn't expect anything extraordinary and she was right – it was just her usual black coffee but with milk. it was sweet though... did you add sugar in it?

rahu thought for a while then she suddenly remembered she hadn't really seen you pumping extra milk this morning after feeding the baby...

oh god.

cw. lactation kink

LDHDHSKKSHSJSKSNS ANON OMG ?? oh i need to tag my resident president of rahu nation in this one, @sinsmockingbird I TAKE IT BACK IT’S NOT BED O’CLOCK YET, YOU MUST SEE THIS ???

anywho rahu is getting IMMEDIATELY bricked up when it all clicks. she coughs and sets the cup down, loud enough that the whole class turns to look at her. she’s red in the face but waves it off as just not expecting her coffee to be that hot. but under the table she is STRAINING against her pants, like FULLY rock solid down there LMAO

she sends you a text just saying “why” and you send her back a winky face ;) and a picture of her baby feeding. she’s immediately shrugging off her coat, tying it around her waist to attempt to hide her ridiculously massive boner, tells the lecturer that her gf needs help with the baby and just leaves. she has PLACES TO BE and that place is between your tits AMEN 🙏🙏

thinking about sinners with big jackets(zoya, langley, shalom, etc.) letting you wear it while you ride on their lap, like they're definitely enjoying the view of you having something of theirs while you bounce on them..

The look of their huge jacket almost entirely encasing your naked body is such a huge turn on for them. Bonus points for if you wear it while you pathetically ride them senseless 😵‍💫

Out of all the big jacket women, I think Shalom would have the most pleasure in seeing her giant coat just completely overwhelm your body. Shes biting her lip and looking up at you with amused eyes, one hand on your hip while she watches you hop on her dick with the enthusiasm of a horny bunny. Since her jacket is so big, it makes you look and feel so small, causing Shalom to get a bit harder at the idea of her being much larger than you, when she really isn’t <3

Zoya is the type of woman to put her jacket on you when you’re feeling cold. If you start to shiver while having sex, she instantly grabs her jacket and pulls it over your shoulders, kissing your forehead before muttering “keep riding baby” as she’ll make sure you’re nice and warm while you take in all 7+ inches of her dick. She just loves making sure her pretty girlfriend is well taken care of!

For Langley, her coat is usually draped over you as a blanket for whenever she’s working long shifts. If you sleep in her office, she’ll take off her coat to keep you warm while she works as she doesn’t want you to catch a cold. Well, sometimes in the midst of your nap, you’ll crawl over to Langley’s lap as she’s still working, and fuck yourself on her cock while still wearing her oversized jacket. Though you’ve settled for just cockwarming her as she finishes up some computer work, you can see Langley groan as she sees how small you look encased in her clothing and latching onto her member. Shes so turned on…you can feel how hard she is by the way her member twitches.

I dunno wheter to think about how nice Yao would be to cuddle since her body temp would be higher.

Or about how nice she would feel inside Reader, whatever part of her body she would use. Just warm, wet and all nice as she takes care of Reader.

Yao and her giant, heatingpad of a body 😖

She’d be so good to snuggle with too, especially in the cold months of winter. Just her giant wings enveloping both of your naked bodies together as she coos and needily nuzzles your chin for her to fuck you. Poor birdy is getting horny since the traits of the Sun Crow are quite present in her biology. She want to have an “egg” with you, and whether or not it comes in the form of a human child or an actual egg, Yao doesn’t care. She just wants a family 🥺

Even Apostle of Ashes need to be laid sometimes, it seems. This giant bird lady would do a little happy dance when you agree to let her fuck you and my god does she feel amazing. She’s so warm and protective. Even when you’re in the safety of your own “nest” Yao likes to keep you under her and wrap her giant, crow-like wings around you to keep you safe. Or she’s just possessive, tbh

She’s so caring and gentle with her mate…capable of shredding up the Tide of Ashes on her own, yet will cuddle you like your skin is made of eggshells <3

I think having Du Ruo and Shalom in a threesome together would be amazing…

I would really like for them to meet because they seem like two women who would get along nicely as they fuck you between them. Idk, Du Ruo seems freaky enough to get along with someone as freaky as Shalom. The two eerily calm women…

Shalom: Nice weather we’re having, hm?

Du Ruo: Indeed. Though I expect we will be having a light drizzle soon.

Reader: *currently being fingered by both women so hard she almost squirts*

I realized I didn’t really delve deep into the oviposition side of things in the last thirst, so for the previous anon, this post is for you!

TW: Oviposition, monster fucking, eggs, nsfw

Yao’s ovipositor is short, but very thick in girth. It extends outward from her body when she needs to use it, but other than that it’s pretty much hidden until she’s horny or it’s breeding season. She likes to cage you in with her massive wings and keep you hidden underneath her, she thinks it makes you “safe” in her eyes, since the deposition of her eggs is a very vulnerable process.

She’d hold you down and slowly rub the tip of it against your slick folds, training you to prepare yourself for the intrusion of her ovipositor. Though it’s not necessarily “sex” it sure does feel like it because Yao would slide in with ease before getting herself ready to push an egg or two inside you.

When she pushes the eggs in (it’s usually only one or two) they are small, yet you can feel them travel through her shaft and slowly slip deep inside your womb. It almost feels like a “knot” in a way, yet the knot reaches all the way out to her tip and makes you feel as if you’re being stuffed full (despite Yao being quite stubby in the size department)

Once the deposition of her eggs is done, Yao will make sure you are secure and keep her ovipositor stuffed inside you until she knows you’re okay. In the meantime, she will cuddle you from behind and feed you some scraps of the most recent hunt she did. She has to keep her mate and her hatchlings well fed after all 💕

Werewolf Zoya fucking the absolute shit out of Reader while reading her entry on werewolves she tried to use Rahu for(there’s some inaccuracies from reader trying to document Rahu and Shalom at the same time) and Zoya’s just looking at it and going “🤨 well that’s bullshit” while reader’s desperately moaning and reaching for the book that was snatched from her in whatever position She’s in.

Werewolf Zoya is amused, yet somewhat displeased at the inaccuracies of your werewolf chapter. She is especially displeased at how small the drawing was of Rahu’s knot, as it was barely accurate at all thanks to you documenting a domesticated werewolf, rather than a wild one.

In order to “help” you get the most accurate information as possible for your little guidebook, Zoya makes quick work in folding you in half, pressing you down in a mating press as she shows you what a real werewolf knot can do. Rahu was big, but in comparison to a wild werewolf, Zoya was much, much bigger. Stuffing you full with a cock you could barely take, as it had you scrambling for something to hold onto in order to keep your sanity in check. (It also does not help that Zoya was able to pump more seed into you than Rahu, which lead to you walking back to your tent with cum dripping down your thighs…)

…Maybe you should start working on different subcategories for the werewolf chapter. One for wild werewolves and one for domesticated ones 😨

Zoya would try and take our research notebook and run for fun

Oh for sure. She sees a cute, nerdy girl like you just sitting outside and jotting things down in your notebook, and the playfulness in her wants to tease you. Before you could even react, Zoya swoops down and yanks the notebook out of your hand, holding it above her head as you pathetically try to get it back but to no avail. Zoya is just too tall and she simply pushes your head back with one strong hand to keep you in place.

“Huh. Didn’t know you were a freak like that, tiny thing,” Zoya chuckles, flipping through the pages of your notebook and briefly scanning over the drawings and notes of various monster genitalia. She’s amused that such an innocent, little nerd like you would be into this kind of study, but she won’t judge. “You know, this drawing of a werewolf’s knot is somewhat inaccurate. Looks kinda small.”

As she was referring to the quick sketch you made of Werewolf Rahu’s knot back when you first encountered her, Zoya suddenly pushes you down against the blanket you were sitting on, and pins you down with her body.

“Let me show you what a real knot looks like. Pay close attention now, the drawing needs to be as accurate as possible.”

Cabernet has super long hair and she's able to control vines, and I think if she was a monster she'd be a Harionago. It's a yokai in Japanese folk lore that is a woman with super long hair that she is able to control.

This monster doesnt really fit her powers but I think it'd be pretty cool

I actually think that’s a really cool monster idea, anon! :0

I can imagine the poor Researcher being tangled up in Cabernet’s long hair, trying to reach her notebook so she can write down this extraordinary experience, but Cabernet is playing keep away by using her hair to pull your notebook out of your grasp…

“Now why would you want to stuff your face in that notebook when you could stuff it in me…” Cabernet would purr as she uses her long, spindly hair to tie you down and restrain your movements for her pleasure. While you whine because you are unable to write down in your notes as Cabernet fucks you, you can’t complain much as the experience of having her tongue-fuck you middair using her hair, is too good to even pass up.

As you shakily recover from the exhilarating bondage sex you had with Harionago! Cabernet, you can only write a few notes in your notebook, as Cabernet had possessively wrapped her arms and hair around you, keeping you glued to her and restricting your movements.

Your barely comprehensible from your encounter with Harionago Cabernet:

- Harionago hair is very strong. Can’t move.

- Good tongue skill.

- Possesive.

It might sound obvious, but since you asked I was thinking about Angell as a nekomata! Literally a cat monster that can also transform, and among the many stories in japan telling the myth there was one that fascinated me anough that might fit her 🤭

I quote the wiki: "an old cat raised in a villa on a mountain precipice held a secret treasure, a protective sword, in its mouth and ran away. People chased the cat, but it disguised itself and left behind the thought of a monster that had disguised itself as a cat. In the aforementioned "Tsurezuregusa", in addition to nekomata that conceal themselves in the mountains, there are descriptions of pet cats that grow old, transform, and eat and abduct people."

A cat with a sword? some abduct people? 👀 you see my vision

some nekomata also have two tails!

-🧶

OUGHHHH Nekomata Angell who abducts the Researcher one day because she thinks you would make the perfect mate for her. Imagine you’re camping outside in the mountain area in your tent, and by the time you wake up in the morning, you realize you have been abducted as you’re laying in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar hot Nekomata woman spooning you possessively from behind…

You try to leave, but it’s no use. Nekomata Angell is just as strong as she is possessive, and she won’t let you leave the bed as she wants to live out her days with her newfound “mate.” The abandoned house she had claimed as her lair is a mess, so you spend your days living with Nekomata Angell in her cluttered house, doing domestic things like cooking and cleaning and teaching her how to take care of herself. All the while having small moments of sex, as Nekomata Angell can be quite the insatiable one…

In return for your companionship, well…let’s just say Angell wants to give you a litter of Nekomata kittens soon 😅

A Night of Passion [18+]

Langley x female!reader

Warnings: Langley has a dick, teasing, rough sex, minor interruption, power dynamics, female!reader, overstimulation, punishment, brief masturbation, orgasm denial. NSFW!

This is a pure thirst fic. I originally posted this on Ao3! I hope you all enjoy. Please stay safe out there.

Requests: OPEN

"Why are you being slow?" You whine as your head is shoved against the pillows. Langley chuckles, gripping your hips making crescent shapes in your skin–slowly moving you against her cock. Your impatience was adorable yet so punishable, defiance never settled well with her. She glides through your wet folds, teasing your entrance and settling against you. She grabs your hair, forcing you against her front–lips dancing on your damp neck.

"Why? I can be. You need to have more patience, Rookie. Here I am, making sure you are prepared and ready; yet you wish you were taken." Her hot breath feels scolding against your ear, she tightens her hold against your hair and hip–warning you to not wiggle around. "You think I wish to be slow? This restraint for you, comes like second nature but it's difficult to fight the urges. Your pussy leaks for me, begging to be fucked." She bites your neck, proving how she easily melts you into a puddle. You cry out from her words and action, trying your damnedest to not grind against her.

You get no words out when your front meets the bed again. Langley said this meeting would be quick, there was an 'appointment' coming to her apartment soon. Yet, here she was being slow and taking her sweet time. Time ticked by agonizingly as she lined up her cock, pushing it in briefly before pulling out and humming at your whines. You could slam yourself back against her, shaking both of you to core but unknowing of what she would do–makes you excited.

She was too slow, way too slow. Your thoughts jumbled together as she sinks her length entirely into you–one solid motion without hesitation. Every movement you tried was stilled by her, the way her fingers slid down your back; leaving the faintest lines as she settled both hands on your hips.

"Do you feel that? You're taking me so well," Langley questions, one hand moving to press into your womb. Your whines are a delicious nectar to her, she always craves more. "You can't keep yourself together, hanging on by a thread and ruining my sheets. I've only just started!" She chuckles, pushing against your womb to silence your building protest. It was until she slowly pulled out and pushed back in at a torturous pace. She won't crack under the pressure; you, on the other hand, will break easily. The burn felt amazing, she stretched you perfectly and hit all the spots inside of you perfectly.

"P-please!" You beg, trying to buck against her. She quirks an eyebrow before her hand slaps against your ass, having the flesh ripple as you gasp. Her hands hold you firmly as her hips snap against you, hitting one of the sweet spot within you; she was trying to end every ounce of you.

Langley seemed to have too much fun torturing you, uncaring about her own pleasure as her leisurely pace made you yearn for more. "Listen to yourself, whining like a pathetic little girl." She coos, mocking your every action with striking precision. She deliberately pulls out of your oozing cunt and fixates how your essence coats her pulsing cock. She bites her lip as you try to grind back against nothing, you are dripping and making a mess–uncaring of your own actions as your sanity slowly breaks. This game she was playing was nearly unbearable: you just wanted to feel her, to fuck you until you forgot everything but her name.

She was going to ensure your mind was nothing but broken, then finally caving in and giving what you desire. Your hips move instinctively, trying hard to seek her out but Langley's grip only tightens–nearly breaking the very skin as she imprints crescent indents. She effectively kept you in place; she will move when she is ready to, not you. You try not to whine, your fists ball into the silky sheets as your teeth nearly ripped open the soft flesh of your lip. Her hold loosens as her hands trail up your back, just to rake back down. She enjoys watching you squirm, begging to be fuck.

Langley's hips unexpectedly snap forward, cock buried as you gasp and hold onto the sheets. She wastes no time to pull back and set a bruising pace, one that has you speechless–moaning out as your brain slowly scrambles. One hand moves up your back and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you face down into the mattress, nearly cutting off your air supply as she uses you like a toy. The only noise echoing throughout the room are wet slaps and muffled moans.

Langley groans as your walls squeeze around her, pulling her even further inside if it was possible. The pleasure blinds them, each slap of pelvis meeting ass only spurs them along and begs for the sweet symphony of release. She gazes over your back, finally settling on your ass jiggling after every thrust; the way her cock disappeared and shines from your arousal–it was breathtaking.

"Rookie, you're mine. Do you understand me?" A rush vertigo hits as Langley yanks you back, resting her chin against your shoulder; ultimately halting all movement. "You were close, no? You gripped me so tightly, just as a whore should." Her whispers were venomous, but it left you whimpering–grinding against her desperately to get the orgasm you desired. She kisses your shoulder and leads them to your neck, a rare display of affection from the woman.

An unanticipated knock interrupts the passion between you two, warranting a sigh from Langley and a whine from you as she pulls out. "Fun is always interrupted, is it not? Don't touch yourself." She warns, gently pushing you down to rest against the bed as she walks away to fetch a robe. You roll over, squeezing your thighs together as you fight the urge to tip yourself into bliss.

You stare at the ceiling, imagining countless ways Langley could ruin you during the time she's absent. The way her finger spread open your puffy lips, circling the sensitive clit before slowly leaning down to engulf the same part into her lips. Or, how her cock could be slamming into you–ascending you to the heavens and refusing to let you have a moment of respite. Your hand slowly slides down to your folds, grazing over them as you debate to touch yourself.

"I hope you're thinking about me," Langley climbs on the bed and opens your legs, revealing everything to her. Her gaze leisurely locks onto yours before giving a brief smile. "Nearly touching yourself without my consent. I believe that deserves punishment." She moves to lay on the bed, head resting against your thigh. Her green eyes seem to glow as she starts her plan. You whimper as her tongue agonizingly laps over your outer folds, it needed to be more; the orgasm was being wished away from you as you were being toyed with.

You attempt to tangle your hands in Langley's hair but she swats them away, scolding you with a nibble to your clit. She incases your thighs with her hands, racking her nails down the flesh–goosebumps erupt over the same spot and spread further. Her index finger brushes over your clit–making you mewl and shift in the sheets. This was torture, her being so slow that everything was replaced with need and annoyance. You gasp as her tongue messily licks a stripe from the entrance to your clit, rubbing it as her tongue reaches its destination. She low-key moans as the essence coats her tongue. It takes all her might to not dive in more, like a pussy drunk fool.

"Hold it." Langley warns, latching her lips to your clit. You dig your hands back into the sheets, moaning loudly as your back arches; there was no way you could prevent your orgasm. There was a smile before she hollowed her cheeks and moved away with a soft lick. She gazes at the mess you've made before plunging two fingers deep inside of you. No noise leaves your lips, she curls them–assaulting the spongy patch to have tears rolling down your flustered cheeks. "Don't slip, you won't like it if you do." Your eyes were squeezed shut as you pant like a dog in heat; the temptation to bite your bottom lip was high, it would only warrant disapproval.

Langley shifts to undo her loose robe, her hand making way to her pulsing cock to relieve herself minorly. The wetness from your arousal earlier was present, but she found herself mixing the leaking precum into it. She hoped you slipped, the punishment in mind would benefit you both–only you would lose yourself completely, devoted to only her. It's what she craved.

You wanted Langley to stop moving her fingers, the squelch is followed by soft fap sounds echoed throughout the room. You were unbelievably soaked and you knew it, she always had this effect on you–at work or within the safety of her apartment. You wanted to wrap your lips around her cock, watch how she tried to keep a straight face but the grip on your hair gave it away. The small gasps that never went unnoticed. You could convince her later after being such a good girl for her.

"I…I won't..won't!" You manage to spill out. Langley chuckles and quickens her fingers, waiting patiently for you to crack. She hammers her fingers into you, spelling out how much you need to crack. Your knuckles are nearly white as you fought against your impending doom. The fast and brutal treatment lasted not as long as you wished for, she was pulling away entirely.

"N-no!" You beg, shivering slightly at Langley's breath on your thigh. She offered no words, her tongue slips from her lips and prods at your entrance. Your hands clutch her disheveled locks, rolling your hips against her mouth–trying to get the scale to tip despite the warning. She groans as you pull her hair, the vibrations unintentionally reverberating through you earning choked sobs alongside her new onslaught.

Langley's sheer willpower is strong enough to prevent herself from falling for self pleasure. You could beg her to indulge but bite back the very words, the moans and sobs were overpowering every other noise you could produce. Her tongue slips inside of you, savoring every ounce of slick pouring out. Your peak is quick to hit like lightning, vision blurring as the moans are heightened in pitch and volume. "L..Lan- ah!!" You failed to finish your sentence as she feverishly ate you out, the vigorous pace not once stopping despite you disobeying her demand and peaking into nirvana.

Your back arches as everything snapped and sweet bliss washed over you, your nails dog into her scalp making Langley groan. You slump back against the bed, exhausted and out of breath. You felt heavy, any movement made you twitch and her overstimulation only made it worse.

"I told you not to cum, poor thing.. You know punishment is coming?" Langley slowly moves back from your pussy, lips slick with your essence–her piercing gaze watching you. "Am I the only one who can make you feel this way? You're mine." She settles between your legs, hand gripping your chin as a smirk forms on them delicious lips; the possessive tone shooting straight through you. You look over her disheveled appearance, the blond locks messy from all your needy pulling.

"Mine.." Langley growls, rutting against you as she bends down and kissing the sweaty column of your neck. She bites down earning a deep moan from you, moving your hips to seek her. She licks over the mark, reaching down and holding your hips still. You tilt your head, giving her more access to produce multiple marks all over. She hums in approval, sucking and biting the revealed skin; purposely sliding her cock against your soaked slit.

"Yours, A-all yours.." You stutter as your breathing escalates, you want more but you have no willpower to admit such a demand. Your thoughts stop as Langley ruts against you, teasingly having her tip nudge against your clit. She pulls away enough to circle one arm around your waist, taking advantage of the fact you arched into her. Her eyes look over your neck before settling on your fucked out face. She leans down, capturing your lips in a breathtaking embrace, purposely sliding her cock against you.

"What should your punishment be?" Langley's hot breath remains on your lips. Your answer was immediate.

"Fuck me."

Langley chuckles, pausing her movements and kissing your cheek. "You've wanted that all along, didn't you?" You shudder at her breath tickling your skin, her lips never seem to touch you again. She refuses to give you want you wanted, instead she was implementing her own way to torture you. She loves to hear you whine and be compliant, seeing you slowly delve into the sea of frustration as she remains strong willed. She would not admit how much she wanted to see you sob as you struggled to keep awake, her thrusting so deep and brutal that you'd feel the ghost movements tomorrow.

"I hope you're ready to receive what I have planned." Langley kisses you one last time, sitting up before digging into her desires. You shudder at her tone dropping in octave, spreading your legs further apart to urge her to hasten.

This was going to be a long, tiring night. One of which you'll likely lose your voice and have to call out of work the next morning. It will be worth it, spending a night with Langley always is.

Oi, consider Eirene being a devil!!! Reader stumbling on the half finished ritual, snooping around just to get nicked accidentally on the sacrificial blade and drawing blood and thus finishing the spell that summoned Eirene, the Devil.

In exchange of Reader's soul she would grant any wish they seeked.

Reader : Can I see your cock?

Eirene : Excuse you?

Reader : I NEED MORE DATA.

At the end of it Eirene was smitten for this bold mortal and just gave the soul back, deciding to woo the human the old fashioned way!

I love how in the prescience of this powerful, intimidating, almighty devil who could slaughter a whole village within minutes, the first thing the Researcher does is not cry, nor quiver in fear, it’s to ask the devil if she could see their cock.

Devil! Eirene would be very caught off guard by the question, as most humans who have summoned her would either worship at her feet or beg for mercy. Upon seeing this cute little human with such pure curiosity and wonder in her eyes however, the Researcher would immediately pique Eirene’s interest and actually spare herself from the wraith of Eirene. No way could Eirene bring herself to devour the soul of this weird little human, she thinks the Researcher would be quite the interesting partner to have…

Yes, Devil! Eirene does end up showing the Researcher her cock. Yes, she does blush, and yes she does get her ego stroked a bit when the Researcher innocently comments “wow, it’s so big!”

Just for complimenting her size and fueling her ego, Devil! Eirene decides to form a contract with the Researcher in which she can be summoned at any time she likes. What do they need to do exactly for the contract? Have sex of course!

The Researcher’s notes after her encounter with Devil! Eirene:

- Devils can be very greedy in nature. They love to take things and keep them for themselves, even if it’s not theirs. I had to give Devil! Eirene my panties *crying face drawing*

- There are many ways to form a contract with a devil, but it must be done through a form of bodily fluid. While blood contracts are the norm, semen, cum and saliva are all very viable options.

- Devil tails are sensitive. Especially the tip.

- Devil horns are a lot bigger than demon horns. Makes sense as devils are at a higher level than demons.

- While the texture of devil cocks may vary, Eirene’s was ribbed and somewhat scaly.

- A contract through sex can only be completed when both partners orgasm, so that their bodily fluids could mix together.

- Devil! Eirene is very possessive and wouldn’t let me leave the cathedral until sunrise.

- Devil tongues are really long.

Ooo! I have a couple more thoughts on the Devil!Eirene post if you don't mind me thirsting for a bit? 😍 Okay, so since we know Researcher has a habit of sketching the various monster cocks she comes across, I imagine Eirene's probably a little taken aback when this adorable nerd absolutely whips out her sketchbook with the intent of drawing every detail of the dick in front of her. And I'm sure a devil like Eirene is probably already pretty big when flaccid, but the way Researcher starts drawing her with such attentive detail. Then, when Researcher gets permission to touch her in order to get a better look at the ribbed texture and scales of her cock, well... Eirene can't help but get even bigger at that point! 😯 Big enough to where Researcher doesn't even have to hold her cock up to see all those lovely, textured details! Let's be real here, Researcher probably still touches her cock more anyway... 😏 And the way this devil gets so possessive at night! Eirene probably fucks Researcher on every available surface in the cathedral: on the floors, against the walls, along the pews, and definitely on the altar! 😌 Researcher distractedly makes a note of how much Devil!Eirene enjoys that last one based on much the ribbed cock inside her seems to flare just the slightest bit more... By the time Devil!Eirene fucks Researcher to the point of exhaustion, she spoons the human from behind, wrapping her devil wings around her little mate to keep her warm against the cold tiles. Her hot cock does the same thing as she remains hilted inside the silken sheath of the Researcher's pussy. If she keeps enough of her cum inside, maybe she'll get to have little devils with her favorite human one day... Meanwhile, Priest Oak Casket probably sighs when she sees how much of her cathedral's been defiled when she arrives in the morning. - 🌙 anon

Oughhh this is so hot. I also love the idea that Oak Casket was actually the owner of the cathedral that Devil! Eirene was summoned in, and by the time she gets back, all she sees is that the ritual had been completed, there are some questionable white “stains” everywhere, and there are traces of human hair found that look suspiciously like the Researcher’s… (because it is)

Now, at the time that Oak Casket discovered that Devil! Eirene had been summoned, Oak Casket hadn’t met the Researcher yet. However, upon realizing that a contract had been created between the Devil and the human that finished the ritual, Oak takes an interest in finding this human, as it’s rare for humans to form a contract with devils through sex. She takes a peculiar interest in studying this human’s soul, and makes it her new goal to track down this human and find them.

I’m not sure what kind of monster Oak Casket would be but I think she’d be a Lich, an undead eldritch spellcaster that defied death and continued living. She’d notice that the Researcher had left her blood still fresh on the blade, and after one taste of it, Lich! Oak Casket is able to cast a spell to try to track her down…

Careful now Researcher, Devil! Eirene wasn’t the only monster to follow you out of the cathedral. Now you have a Devil and a Lich gunning for your soul 😨

Adding on to the previous Eirene thirst because I got sidetracked by Oak Casket 😅

I love the idea that Eirene’s dick gets bigger and more aroused when she fucks the Researcher at the alter specifically. It’s probably a huge ego boost for her, defiling this cute human in a place of worship, as she wonders what the owner of the cathedral would think if they saw Devil! Eirene fucking this little human full of her sinful seed…

The way the Researcher’s dirty little moans echo through the walls have Devil! Eirene groaning and wrapping her tail around your leg possessively too. She can’t control herself. Usually devils are much more sophisticated and composed in comparison to their underling demons, however seeing you sprawled out on the alter before her, whining and bucking your hips back so needily has Eirene pumping bigger loads than she ever has into you.

…After the contract had been completed, most devils would disappear and leave the vulnerable human on their own. Not Eirene though, for some strange reason, Devil! Eirene is reluctant to leave you like this after your orgasm, wrapping her wings and tail around you protectively, as she kept you with her until sunrise so you could walk on your own back home 💕