*evil laugh track*

I really like how Milly’s hair looks in her skin. The way her bangs form the shape of a heart 💛

Also, I wonder who she’s calling on that telephone of hers. Makes me imagine a scenario where you’re having phone sex with Milly, touching yourself and moaning into the phone while she giggles and twirls the cord around her fingers. The sounds of your moans makes her so bashful, yet she cannot help but tease you and guide you along with her silken honeyed voice.

“Are you tensing up, baby…?” She hums, daydreaming about how you must look back at home, all hot and writhing for her. She wishes she could see. “So close to release? Awww, I know it. I bet you look so darling right now!”

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..

it’s raining, hard. left soaking wet, freezing, and with no choice but to seek refuge inside erica villa with your most loyal, protective bodyguard, rahu, you figure why not use her body heat to warm you both back up again?

content warnings: this is nsfw/mature, so minors dni!! contains fingering, attempted cunnilingus, slight praise kink if you squint, service top rahu (she’s packing in this one).

heavy rain thumps against the windows of the residence, ricocheting and striking the glass like bullets. rain like this was a common occurrence that graced the ever bustling streets of eastside, but it especially lingered around mania infested areas. with both you and rahu out on a mission, the heavy onslaught of frigid rain left you both with no choice but to shield yourselves inside erica villa.

with the looming threat of mania contamination present, the villa served as a safe resting place for the both of you. the premises was heavily guarded, leaving just the two of you inside the empty, lavish estate. one that just so happened to have an awfully large main bedroom, with an equally large bed…

unfortunately for you though, the rain had left you positively soaked, your freezing clothes now sticking to your skin. rahu herself remained seemingly unaffected, her mask a barrier that kept her face dry and her dark, leather coat even greater protection against the grueling weather.

“this rain isn’t letting up anytime soon… fortunately, i don’t detect any intermittent signs of danger. the villa will keep us safe for now”, she murmurs, her sharp gaze cautiously eyeing her surroundings. she was constantly on high alert and incredibly committed to keeping your safety as her highest priority.

her eyes then trail over to you and your form, immediately noticing your sopping wet hair and your clothes clinging to you like a second skin. she removes her mask, comfortable enough to do so in your presence, revealing her slightly concerned expression hidden beneath her usual stoic facade.

“you’re soaked. it’s best we find a heat source or a fireplace quickly, so as to not risk you catching a cold.” her dark brows are furrowed, the scar on the left side of her face more visible now that she’s standing closer to you. her long, raven hair was sticking to her own body as well, wispy bangs wet and clinging to her forehead. she was no doubt freezing as well, yet was way more concerned about your wellbeing than her own.

“rahu.. you’re sopping wet too..” you can’t help but pout at her own negligence, your hand instinctively brushing aside her now drooping bangs to expose her damp forehead, and you manage to catch the faintest shiver she lets out.

“my objective is to keep you safe. your wellbeing will always be of highest importance, more than my own. my will is strong… i’ll be fine”, she reassures vehemently, intertwining her larger, gloved hand with yours and planting a slow, gentle kiss on the back of your hand. one of reassurance, strength and security.

your cheeks flush at her tender words and chivalrous gestures. your bodyguard was always so sweet, so protective and loyal to you. she would put herself in harms way just to ensure your safety, even if it cost her her own life.

her hands gently reach for your shoulders, slowly shrugging off your coat off your frame. her cheeks were just as red and warm as your own, flustered at the mere action of helping you strip off some of your wet clothes. her coat then comes off as well, after your insistence that she too would catch a cold if she kept it on.

after a thorough inspection of the villa, neither of you were able to find a fireplace or a heater. despite the villa’s intricate interior and rich craftsmanship, it lacked a proper heat source for situations like this. you can’t help but wonder if that was on purpose, or if the architect that designed the estate was simply forgetful.

she lets out a sigh, the silence that soon followed broken by the sound of pattering rain against the master bedroom window. you two find yourselves in the final room, stuck together in a less than desirable situation with no way out. “the weather is relentless..” her idle mutter is a halfhearted attempt at distracting herself from her own helplessness, cool eyes quietly staring out the window and at the endless, pouring rain.

she was freezing, her lips now a subtle shade of purple and her skin littered with faint goosebumps. her face tenses in an attempt to distract herself from the cold.

your hand gently rubs her arm. she jolts a little in surprise. as she turns to face you, she catches a glimpse of want beneath the shy look on your face; her eyes widen a little.

“rahu… i..” your voice trails off a little, crimson blooming across your cheeks once more. “i think i know a way for us to warm up..” the way the look in your eyes darkens subtly and your touches start to get a little more suggestive tells her everything she needs to know.

“so shameless.. and yet, i can’t find it in myself to refuse” her own gaze becomes heated, despite the blush adorning her cheeks. she was just as shy as you were, but she knew this was the most effective way to fight the cold.

with your body pressed right up against hers..

her lips find yours in an intense, deep kiss. they’re soft and warm, so warm, unlike the frigidness of her hands rubbing up and down your now naked back. the both of you stand fully naked, clothes a discarded, messy pile at the foot of the bed. rahu’s tall, toned body pulls you in after you break the kiss, before she gently lifts you by up the hips and lays you down on the bed.

“rahu..” she looked so gorgeous like this, her naked form looming over you. her scarred biceps tense and flex with each of her movements, along with her defined abs that seem to tighten in time with the bobbing of her throat. you find yourself lowering your gaze just a little bit, immediately catching sight of her own arousal that she currently had pressed up against the side of the mattress. she was lightly thrusting her hips into it, as if trying to fend off her lust to focus on your own pleasure instead.

her own gaze was locked on your body, feasting her eyes on the sight of your plump breasts and your sensitive, hardened nipples; probably from the cold. she can’t help but trail her way lower, to the soft skin of your stomach leading into your tender, wet folds. she can’t help herself, trailing a finger along the entrance of your slit with a look of awe.

your core tightens up around her, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the sensation. you stare at her with intense need, hidden beneath the fullness of your batting lashes. “please be gentle.. okay..?” you whisper, fingers gently carding through her long, silky locks.

she nods, letting out a low grunt of approval as she manages to slide a finger into your warm, dripping cunt. it was living up to the fantasies of you she forced herself to stop having, cursing herself for having such dirty thoughts. but that was all irrelevant to her now, her fingers deft and lengthy, easily hit your g-spot once she managed to slip two of them into you.

your moans are music to her ears, high-pitched and muffled against the fabric of the pillow you insist on crying into. she easily keeps your legs spread with just one of your hands, palm gripping your thighs tightly while her other hand works overtime to pleasure you.

her face contorts with focus, thumb rubbing firm circles into your clit while her fingers pound into you at a speed that manages to rival the heavy rain outside the window. accompanying the batting noise is the sound of your slick and rahu’s fingers slamming into your cunt, curling her fingertips just right that has you seeing stars.

“cum for me, my love,” she whispers, her sharp eyes trained on the pleasure written all over your face. your eyes were now heavy, lips dumbly parted to let out soft moans and desperate cries. your hands grip onto the bedsheets beside you, fingers curling into the fabric with a silent scream as you cum around her fingers.

to prevent overstimulating you, she slowly pushes her fingers out of your wetness, her other hand now gripping onto your left thigh and propping it over her shoulder for leverage. she lets you come down from your high, rubbing soothingly at your legs as she watches you catch you breath.

“are you still feeling cold?” she has to make sure. despite the throbbing in her loins and the overwhelming urge to just take you, her concern for your safety clouds her mind more than anything else.

“a little bit, but i feel a lot warmer now..” you reassure her, chest heaving and face still hot to the touch even as you continue to come down from your high. one of your hands find hers and you intertwine your fingers together; a habit that you had, especially as you stare deep into her eyes.

rahu, ever attentive and committed to your pleasure, quietly drops down onto her knees. with both hands on each of your thighs, her face finds itself in between your legs. her eyes silently gaze into yours with a gentle look, silently pleading for your permission to have her tongue down your cunt and have a long awaited taste of your sweetness for herself.

but you know better. you can see the way her hips are not so subtly thrusting into the side of the bed. the want and need in her own restless movements that she’s trying her best to ignore for you.

you shake your head. “no. you’ve done a lot for me already.. it’s your turn.” you open your arms for her as a silent invitation for her to join you in bed and relieve her own ‘problem.’ despite her desire to service you, she couldn’t ignore her urges any longer.

with a low growl, she stands up and pins you down again. this time with both hands on each of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest and applying light pressure to the back of your thighs. this position opened you up to her perfectly, giving her a clear view of your perfect, glistening cunt.

she wastes no time in lining herself up at your entrance, the tip of her cock bumping at your clit. she was huge, girthy at the base yet incredibly long and slender. her tip was red and no doubt overly sensitive, with a faint bead of precum leaking from it. you couldn’t help but lick your lips.

“please, stop.. staring so intensely..” she mumbles lightly, that adorable blush creeping up onto her cheeks once more. her cock throbs a little from your intense staring, her tip now resting on the soft warmth of your belly and leaking a steady, sticky trail of precum.

you giggle and spread your legs a little wider for her, feeling just a tinge of boldness that manages to shatter the very last remains of her composure. with a grunt, she pushes her hips forward, slowly but forcefully sliding her cock into you. you both simultaneously moan, her strong hands tightening a little around your thighs.

“so…tight. loosen up, will you..?” a low hiss escapes her lips, struggling to thrust her hips back just to sink back into you again. your face tenses with slight pleasure-pain, gripping onto the sheets beside you as you try your best to endure the initial sting of rahu’s sheer size.

after a few steady thrusts into your cunt, she could feel yourself loosening up a bit more for her. her self restraint was hanging on by a mere thread, forcing herself to go slow for you.

“ahh..” rahu groans lowly once she manages to bottom out inside you, followed by your soft mewls. she could slowly feel herself becoming addicted to the feeling of your tight walls, despite her better judgment. the friction from your silky, warm walls rubbing against the sides of her cock was slowly becoming too addictive, even for someone who was normally so good at keeping her composure.

“so good… please, don’t stop..” you’re begging, low cries of pain long since transformed into soft mewls of pleasure. you could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the addicting sensation of rahu’s cock inside you, her tip rubbing against your g-spot with each angled, powerful thrust.

her hips stutter a little in response to your praise, momentarily halting her movements. she could feel her cock twitching inside you from your words, and it spurs her on even more. without a second thought, she begins to thrust her hips again, quickly picking up the pace. her movements soon become erratic and frantic, the slap of her hips against your ass a rhythm playing alongside the beating rain outside.

her eyes never stray far away from your face, wanting to catch every single moment of your blissful expression. it turns her on even more to see you in so much pleasure, your tongue lolled out a bit and your wrists limply lying at each side of you face.

“mm.. need to cum..” she groans, a bead of sweat trickling down her face from the sheer exertion of drilling you into the mattress. you could feel her abs tightening up with need, her hips stuttering and her thrusts turning sloppy. you weren’t too far behind her yourself, your hand finding hers to grip it tightly.

“me too…” you sigh, gently squeezing her hand as a way of silently urging her on, to reach her orgasmic high alongside you. with one, final forceful thrust, she finishes inside you with a loud grunt. you cum alongside her, letting out a satisfied mewl at the sensation of her warm cum nestled inside you.

the two of you bask in the afterglow, both of your naked bodies coated in a sheer layer of sweat. the rain hasn’t let up either, it only getting louder as it bangs against the window with no signs of stopping. rahu slowly begins to pull out of you, but you quickly wrap your legs around her waist to keep her inside.

“still cold?” this time, her question comes out slightly sarcastic. she lets out a huff and lightly spanks your inner thigh, only lightly of course. she would never genuinely harm you or jeopardize your safety.

“no.. but the rain hasn’t let up. and it’s not like there’s anything better to do..” your words trail off, the slightest trace of a sly smirk gracing your seemingly innocent lips. she scoffs, but slowly starts to reposition you to take her once again.

summary: one evening, you decide to wander into the dark woods nearby. you weren't sure of what exactly it was you sought, but you find something that'll change your life, one way or another...

content: fully sfw, reader goes through sad moods, there are some swears. that's about all the warnings i could give.

word count: 2.8k

author's note: hi everyone. it's been a bit, hasn't it! i'll be honest, some stuff that happened last year ended up messing up my mental health for a long while there. couple that with the fact that i lost some of that interest in ptn i had, and... yeah. i feel much better nowadays, and that new zoya skin has won my heart ♡

Rust: Desire

Fandom: Path To Nowhere

Word Count: 442

Warnings: Very fanciful descriptions of fucking, maybe dubcon, slightly cannibalistic implications

It felt smooth. Easy coaxes drawing your nerves to a heightened state, pushing you higher and higher, closer and closer into the all consuming aura of his presence.

reader: none of them are normal

reader: are you sure you sent me to the right world?

cutie system: according to the data collected, i am 99.9% not mistaken

reader: what about the 0.01%???

cutie system: 🤷‍♀️

reader: 😦

summary: you're chosen as the test subject by an entity with a cutie system as your companion, traveling world after world but the premise is that...— no spoiler (〃´▽`)

notes: this is basically a PTN AU with mostly the MOTHERS but zoya is an anomaly, she's a father. i'll add more if inspiration hit me in the head. a little warning, content might get a little bit dark starting from garofano parts. sooo.. this idea came to life because i've been too engrossed in chinese novels, especially quick transmigration (QT) hehe. it can be QT and also standalone. please be patient since this is my first time writing a series, update is uncertain when.

ZOYA

Where do you think you’re going?

The frost paralyzed your steps, rendering you powerless, then she appeared before you.

GAROFANO

I'll stay by your side forever. You're not allowed to leave me.

JELENA

Be obedient, and I will not take your soul.

OAK CASKET

Don't resist, don't hesitate, don't make me force you... Gulp it down...

SHIN