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Langley rated escort oc/reader coochie a solid S-tier rating as well as their company and spread the good word i just knew in my heart this happened

Yeah, I'm pretty sure Langley could tell how nervous Reader was the first time they met. She thought Reader was adorable. Didn't really expect her to have much of a spine until Reader put that one politician in his place, especially regarding such a controversial issue around Sinners. So Langley basically does the mental equivalent of this:

Substitute the puppy with Reader, and yeah, you get the idea. 🤣 As for Langley getting the other women involved with Reader? Well, the more people to protect her, the safer she'll be, right? Once you've had the escortussy, you can't go back. 😌

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...OMFG. I finally figured out why my AU with Escort!Reader wasn't showing up. If I imply Cabernet's a cannibal, it doesn't get flagged, but if I mention escort anywhere in the tags, it does... 😑

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Hunger

Note: Based off an idea that @sinful-lanterns had that the Demon Sinners would have animal Familiars. Cabernet's Familiar is based off her Ethereal Deity skin.

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"Cabernet!"

The demon in question pauses in place as does her Familiar—an absolutely enormous white tiger. The latter sits on its haunches, jaws wide open to eagerly receive its next meal.

...unfortunately, the meal in question is currently screaming his head off as he swings helplessly by his ankle, courtesy of Cabernet's conjured vines. From his current position, the blood should have been rushing to his head, but his face is deathly pale. From the flicker of energy gently pulsing throughout the length of the vines, you can tell that Cabernet is using her powers to drain him of his life force. When she's had her fill, her prey is usually given to her Familiar as a means to getting rid of evidence.

But you can't have that.

Not yet at least.

You place your hands on your hips as you scowl at her. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Cabernet can only flash her most pitiful look at you, pouting. "Oh, but Darling... We were hungry."

"Well, Chameleon and I can't question him if he's dead!" You point sternly at the floor. "Down. Now."

Both Cabernet and her tiger whine, but from the beast, it comes off more as a grumble. Seeing your implacable expression, however, the demon finally relents. With a sigh, she snaps her fingers, and her energy vines dissipate, leaving the man to come collapsing to the ground in an insensate bundle of flopping limbs. With the way his eyes have rolled back into their sockets, you can tell he's unconscious. Whether its from energy loss or sheer fright, you can't tell.

Knowing that you now have wait for him to wake up in order to question him, you glare at Cabernet, but the troublemaking demon wisely avoids your stare. Instead, she busies herself by petting her tiger, who stares at its would-be meal with woeful eyes, licking its fangs in disappointment.

Sighing, you call Rahu to help with transporting the man. As expected, the demon effortlessly lifts him over her shoulder like a sack of flour as she makes her way down to the soundproof basement. With any luck, Chameleon's interrogation skills will prove successful, and you'll have an answer as to where your last relative's run off to.

Your cousin is the final obstacle in your way to completely claiming the estate and all the finances attached to it. Unfortunately, she'd frantically gone into hiding when everyone in your family started to disappear. In that regard, she's smarter than you gave her credit for, but when it comes to your demons, nothing can ever truly hope to hide from them.

You follow Rahu into the basement, and following eagerly at your heels is both Cabernet and her tiger, who both seem to sense your grim resolve. Their appetites have yet to be sated after all.

Maybe if they're lucky, you'll let them eat soon.

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I just remembered that while Cabernet was fucking us in the coat room closet, you mentioned that someone walked in on us and ran off, but we never got to see who it was.

Who was it, if I may ask? Another sinner perhaps…? I want to place my bets on the yappy reporter Raven or Bianca, who need to have their mouths kept shut or else they’ll ruin Cabernet’s pristine image. Perhaps Escort! Reader can strike a deal with them and what they saw can be kept a secret <3

Actually, to be completely honest, I didn't really have anyone in mind for the role of the accidental peeping tom. 😅 Since it is a coat closet, you're just supposed to drop your stuff in there and leave. Cabernet's the only one using it outside of its intended purpose, but, hey, it's her mansion. No one's going to say anything about it. 😂

But that actually is an interesting thought though, Angey. 🤔 Like, I'm not sure how well I conveyed the idea, but the reason why Escort!Reader suddenly had a bunch of clients is because of her first job with Langley. Reader pretty much stated she was pro-Sinner, and Langley pretty much called all the rich, S-ranked ladies up and was like, "I personally vetted this one. She's good to rail." 🤣

And then at the party where Reader met Cabernet, it was implied that Cabernet used her cannibalistic powers on Moreau. I'm sure Cabernet's usually more careful about it, but when he propositioned Reader so poorly, it had her seeing red! 😤

So, in that sense, Cabernet would have been the last person to have seen Moreau, and I'm sure any inquisitive detective/reporter would pick up on that. Someone like Bianca might've bribed someone to let her into the mansion that night, and she just so happened to see the private little party in the coat closet while trying to follow Cabernet for leads.

Of course, at this point, Reader knows Cabernet's a Sinner, and since she's very intimately-involved with her at this point, of course she doesn't want to see anything bad happen to her!

Cue Bianca going into work one morning, and her face and neck are all covered lipstick marks. She's got the dopiest grin on her face as she gives her latest report to her boss, swaying on her feet like she's drunk off her apple "juice" again, but she's just floating on cloud nine after her time with Reader.

"Nothing's going on, Boss! The Franc heiress is A-okay!"

And then the building gets a huge, anonymous donation not long after that, and everyone's like "???" but they're got no proof that Bianca was bribed. 🤣

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The Escort AU

Pairing: Cabernet x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In fact, she seemed... bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---THE NEXT MORNING---

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

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

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

His delivery had apparently been a considerable one.

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

Until next time, Rookie. -L

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

Oh, this is just embarrassing...

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

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

That surely couldn't be good.

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

"Where have you been?!"

"Well, I—"

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

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

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

---SOME TIME LATER---

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

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

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

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

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

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

No.

Someone wanted your attention.

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

You'd heard of Cabernet before of course.

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

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

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

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

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

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

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

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

"Mr. Moreau."

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you let me handle this?"

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widened in response to the information.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't mind."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---SOME TIME LATER---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was an interesting choice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it couldn't be helped though.

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

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

---A MONTH LATER---

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

"There's my darling sugar baby!"

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

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

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

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

"Ah. You're leaving already?"

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

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

"There you are, Sweet Girl."

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

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

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

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

---IN THE COAT CLOSET---

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

Cabernet was doing that well enough on her own.

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

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

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

Cabernet always felt bigger when she took you from behind.

And you knew she still hadn't come yet.

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

Cabernet still needed more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---AFTERPARTY---

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least not when it came to you.

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

[nyxianwayfarer]

ate and left no crumbs. thanks for the food as always nyx 🫡 I hate when tumblr is acting strange and ruins everything for writers :( I hope it fixes soon

-🧶

Yeah, I truly can't figure it out. 🤔 I mean, the Escort AU has more smut scenes, yeah, but I don't think that would be what's causing the issue. If it is, that's going to be annoying to deal with in the future... Or maybe it's because of the cannibal tags I put for Cabernet?? I mean, that's pretty much canon for her, so it's not like I was lying. 😂

Anyway, hopefully I don't run into this issue again for the next smut piece I write. Thank you always for your kind words though! Glad you enjoyed my new AU! ☺️

[nyxianwayfarer]

...I don't know why my Escort AU post isn't showing up in any of the related tags, and it's bugging the absolute hell out of me. 😑

Anyway, just so you all know, I did recently update my Writing Masterlist, so it now has the newest AU on there along with WIPs I need to get to at some point such as the Vamp!Garofano one and the other one involving Merchant Queen Du Ruo.

Please do show your love if you happen to like my writing, especially if I can't figure out why Tumblr is somehow hiding my stuff. Every Like and message is always appreciated. 🥹

[nyxianwayfarer]

The Escort AU

Pairing: Cabernet x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In fact, she seemed... bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---THE NEXT MORNING---

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

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

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

His delivery had apparently been a considerable one.

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

Until next time, Rookie. -L

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

Oh, this is just embarrassing...

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

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

That surely couldn't be good.

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

"Where have you been?!"

"Well, I—"

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

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

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

---SOME TIME LATER---

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

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

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

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

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

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

No.

Someone wanted your attention.

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

You'd heard of Cabernet before of course.

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

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

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

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

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

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

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

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

"Mr. Moreau."

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you let me handle this?"

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widened in response to the information.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't mind."

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---SOME TIME LATER---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was an interesting choice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it couldn't be helped though.

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

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

---A MONTH LATER---

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

"There's my darling sugar baby!"

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

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

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

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

"Ah. You're leaving already?"

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

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

"There you are, Sweet Girl."

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

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

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

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

---IN THE COAT CLOSET---

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

Cabernet was doing that well enough on her own.

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

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

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

Cabernet always felt bigger when she took you from behind.

And you knew she still hadn't come yet.

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

Cabernet still needed more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---AFTERPARTY---

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least not when it came to you.

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

[nyxianwayfarer]

The Merchant Queen and The Hound AU

Hello, all! Major apologies for the lack of activity on my blog as of late! Work has been stupid hectic, and I've got to deal with a dumbass coworker on top of it all... 🙄

Anyway, if you checked on some of the last things I reblogged here, you'll probably remember these screenshots featuring Du Ruo. You all should already know that I'm a sucker for a pretty face, and Aisno definitely has those type of women in spades! 😂 Thus, I present you all with another new AU idea, starring one of my favorite Eastian women!

Ah, and I'm tagging @risilence specifically because you mentioned you might be interested in this. 👀

Disclaimer: This is NOT an actual fic yet. This is more of an outline that I'm presenting to gauge interest.

Pairing: Du Ruo x Fem!Reader (Fem!Chief)

Rating: M

Content Tags: Mostly angst and implied dubcon (although that's based more around Reader and previous clients rather than anything involving Du Ruo)

Setting: Since this is an AU, this fic is going to deviate heavily from canon. Sinners still exist, but they serve more as living accessories to the wealthy. Organizations like the MBCC act like... upscale boutiques when it comes to presenting their rich clientele with said accessories to either buy or rent.

The number of Sinners a person has can often be indicative of their affluence, but the rank of said Sinner can also be taken into account in that regard. For example, a person having a single S-rank Sinner would be seen as having more power than someone else with several A-rank Sinners in their entourage.

Hound Reader/Chief:

You are a S-rank Sinner.

Your code name at one point was The Hound due to the fact that you could locate and subdue enemies for the MBCC.

If you're paying attention to the pairing/tags, then you'll notice that I have Chief mentioned just because the power that Reader has is similar. They can be used interchangeably, but like all my fics, you're never specifically mentioned by name though. You can either imagine the Chief or yourself in the role.

Reader can "shackle" other Sinners in a sense with her power, but it's tied to her singing, which paralyzes her foes for the MBCC to either add to their "inventory" if they're Sinners or be imprisoned by the FAC.

Due to the nature of your abilities, you were seen as too valuable to the MBCC to ever sell.

Instead, they loaned you out to the clients that could afford your exceedingly high rental price. Your job was mainly for protection/security.

However, because these rich clientele were already paying so much for you, they felt entitled to more than just your power, and by the MBCC's decree, you weren't allowed to say no...

This type of treatment eventually led you into growing jaded with your purpose in life at least until you meet one particular client...

Du Ruo:

She is a high-ranking Ambassador from far Eastia, sent by her clan to negotiate a formal trade agreement between them and the West.

Du Ruo is also considered to be one of the people next in line to rule as the leader of a rich, mercantile city. It isn't strictly a hereditary role; rather it's a title given to someone who can best see to the needs of the people and help the city prosper.

The other candidates for this role see that goal in different ways though, which is mostly through violence. They're weapons merchants whereas Du Ruo specializes in Eastian medical goods and supplies.

Both your paths cross when Du Ruo rents you while she's in DisCity on business.

Truthfully, you didn't expect much from Du Ruo when the MBCC informed you of your latest contract. As far as you were concerned, a client was the same as any other, regardless of where they were from. Thus, you resigned yourself to your normal routine when it came to such contracts: protect the client but also make yourself as unobtrusive as possible so as to not to draw any unwanted attention from them.

However, despite your best efforts, Du Ruo seemed to always want your attention but not in any way you had ever expected.

While she was every bit as polite and diplomatic as one would believe any dignitary to be, she had a playful side as well. She'd lean down towards you to whisper an amusing comment or two regarding a fellow diplomat. The first time it happened was enough to startle a smile onto your face despite your best efforts, and she took it as a victory to repeat whenever she could.

She always seemed to want your opinion in everything as well, preferring it over that of someone more high-ranking than your position. Du Ruo cited she wanted an unbiased observation even though your opinions of certain establishments had only been gathered from the few clients who'd been willing to treat you there.

Du Ruo only smiled at you, remarking, "Then that allows me ample opportunity to gift you with new memories of those places."

For the weeks that Du Ruo was in the city, she would spoil you with anything that caught your eye for more than a second. Each time, you always expected that she would want something sexual in return for her generosity just as all your past clients had, but the most Du Ruo would do was gently tuck your hair beyond your ear or chastely press a kiss to the back of your hand.

She was a gentlewoman in every aspect when it came to you.

It left you all confused but incredibly touched, and after some time, you couldn't help yourself from daydreaming that you were just two ordinary people getting to know one another rather than a Sinner and her client.

Unfortunately, your daydream was shattered when one of Du Ruo's rivals attempted to assassinate her.

You were all taken by surprise at the group that had surrounded you all, and Du Ruo's regular bodyguards were quickly subdued. Faced with the idea that she was in danger, however, your instincts kicked in immediately, and all you had to do was sing a few notes to paralyze your attackers long enough for you to dispatch them with your weapons.

All the while, you could feel Du Ruo's gaze burning into the back of your skull. Although she had been aware of your power when you were first assigned to her, this was perhaps the first time you had ever demonstrated it to her.

You weren't a normal person like you wished to be.

You were a Sinner.

A living weapon.

And so far beneath Du Ruo to ever be a worthy suitor to her.

You don't bat an eye when squad cars full of MBCC personnel come to collect you in the aftermath—not even when you can hear Du Ruo calling for you over the chaos.

You don't say a word over the debriefing of the situation nor when you're later confined to your cell. Your latest mission was deemed a failure by the higher-ups over the fact that you allowed the enemy to get far too close to your client—nevermind the fact that Du Ruo's own team hadn't sensed the danger until it was far too late.

You're punished for your failure, but you feel nothing from the pain, save for the heartache over a woman who you'll likely never see again. You selfishly guard the memory of ivory hair and gentle, sage green eyes in the depths of your soul, allowing them to warm you during those lonely nights in your cold cell.

Life goes on like it always has.

Until it doesn't.

You get another contract, where you're specifically requested by Du Ruo.

It turns she's been in DisCity for months because it was far too volatile for her to return home due to her rivals plotting against her. She's been hiding out in the outskirts of WhiteSands in an attempt to throw them off her trail, but she's requesting a high-risk extraction from the region until she's able to get back to Eastia and ease the turmoil that's taken it over by storm.

Or at least that's what Du Ruo's plan was.

In reality, her ruse for remaining out in the WhiteSands was a simple ploy. She was trying to find a way to free you from the MBCC's endless abuse and manipulation. Du Ruo couldn't stand the thought of you being nothing than an accessory—and little more than a toy at worst—by those in power.

Of course, nothing is ever that easy.

Her rivals have allies in high places, and the entire situation nearly gets turned on its head when more assassins come out of the woodwork. Your activate your powers just like last time, but you're taken by surprise when some of them have earbuds to cancel out your ability, having learned from the last incident.

The assassins nearly make a successful attempt on Du Ruo's life, but you throw yourself into the line of fire instead and die to keep her safe.

Or at least you would have died were it not for Du Ruo's own Sinner ability of resurrection.

You wake with your head atop her lap in the middle of a private plane that's taking you both back to Eastia. She's relieved to see you awake. Even with her power, you were unconscious for so long...

Seeing how confused you are though, she reveals that the MBCC believes you to be dead, likely caught in the explosive battle that rocked WhiteSands. She was able to smuggle you out of the city thanks to her own connections within it.

"And... what do you wish to do with me now?" you can't help but ask.

Du Ruo smiles as she always does, but you can see the tinge of sadness within it. "That isn't for me to decide. You were denied choice long before I ever met you, so I want you to have it now. I will never keep anyone unwilling to be within my company, so wherever you choose to go, I will accept it."

Because Du Ruo loves you.

She fell for you in those quiet moments together with you, and you found that you cared for her long before you ever knew she was also a fellow Sinner.

And that begins the adventure of you and Du Ruo trying to navigate love and political duties amidst a lot of pushback by her rivals and the MBCC likely trying to get you back since they figured out you weren't dead. 😅

It should go without saying that this fic idea is meant to be a slow burn. There will be some spicy moments between you and Du Ruo as the romance starts to heat up, but for the most part? It's fluff.

If there's interest in this, I'll go ahead and add it onto the list of WIPs. If not, I'll go back to my usual smut I guess. 😂

[nyxianwayfarer]

You're telling me there was a whole event with her in it?!?!?

😭😭😭 Why has she been the only sinner who has gotten mad on our behalf??? (I say extremely loosely lol 🥹)

I've never wanted to runaway with a sinner more 🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️ I surrounder Du Ruo... take me!

[nyxianwayfarer]

Path to nowhere s class sinner Du Ruo - visuals

[nyxianwayfarer]

I love love love love your works! Thanks for feeding us all <3

Oh my goodness! Hello! 👀 I'm very honored to have you dropping into my inbox like this! Besides Angey's, you're definitely one of the PtN blogs that inspired me to start writing again! I lurked and liked on your blog rather than sent in messages out of shyness more than anything, so I apologize if this confession comes strangely out of the blue. 😂

Honestly, your Omegaverse fics, Indulgence in Red, and Designated Pet are some of my favorites in the fandom though! The dubcon element can be such a thin blade to dance upon, but you write it so remarkably well while still being very engaging with your descriptive prose!

Ahhh! I'm fangirling! I really do appreciate the kind message and hope you'll be around for more things I'll create in the future! 🥰

[nyxianwayfarer]

Sorry I have to answer this on my genshin/main blog, but to answer your question; I would LOVE to have Escort! Reader be paired with Cabernet. You know me so well. Out of all the rich ladies you presented me with, I’ll always float towards my wife.

I want to be DEVOURED by this filthy rich cannibal. Have her get all possessive with Escort! Reader and keep her glued to her side, licking her neck in broad daylight because she can’t resist such a juicy looking Escort. Not to mention the dress you were wearing that exposes many gaps of skin for her gaze, her hands gliding down the divets and palming at your skin, almost as if tenderizing you for her supper.

Her supper is eating you out I want to be tenderized like a steak for her. Pound me Cabernet.

No worries! I know you've got your fingers in multiple fandoms, which is admirable! I only have the energy for one right now. 😂

Honestly, you already know I was obsessing over Cabernet after playing her event for the first time. 😏 Seriously, how could I not fall in love with her? 😍 Like, that private pool party ask I sent you awhile back?? I'm probably gonna find a way to work in something similar for my Escort!Reader AU. It's just too good an idea to pass up! 🤭

Anyway, I've gotchu, Angey! I'll whip up something nice for you! 🫡

[nyxianwayfarer]

I concur with the previous anon, been loving your works and ideas (last fic with vautour and jelena was ughndn🔥) you and angey are cooking with the demon au. (and more ofc)

thank you for giving us exceptional food ma'am 🙏�� this fandom is blessed to have people like you both fr...

take your time and have fun writing what you love the most💜

-🧶

I'm glad you're enjoying everything! Like I keep mentioning in some of my tags, I honestly just have an overactive imagination. You give me a little morsel to work with, and I normally end just going wild with the idea. 😂

Hyperfixation is also just a thing with me, and my latest obsession just happens to be the Demon AU. It also just helps that Angey and I apparently just seem to be into similar spicy content, which in turns feed all of you I guess! 🤣

Thanks for the support as always! I try to write whenever I feel the urge just so that I don't forget about the ideas later, but I'm also making sure I don't feel too burnt out either, so thanks as well for your patience!

[nyxianwayfarer]

[nyxianwayfarer]

Hi nyx good evening or morning i just wanna say i love your work and will watch your career with great interest (i will reblog every fic you made with great enthusiasm i wish you made yourself known earlier so i can reblog everything from way back) i hope you have a good day ahead^^

Awww. Thanks for the lovely message, anon! I've mostly been lurking around in the PtN space for the better part of... two years I guess? 🤔 I've only recently been making myself known as "🌙 anon" and now as Nyx obviously. 😂

So far everyone's been really supportive with what I've been writing, which makes me very happy! 🥰 That gives me the energy to keep showing you all new things for the future!

[nyxianwayfarer]

Omg, Angey. Another hot idea from you. 🥵 You do realize that if you keep coming up with material like this, the plot bunnies in my head are never going to stop multiplying, right? They're hornier than the demons in this AU! 🤣

Give me a week or two, and I think I can whip up something you might like for this. 😏

On an unrelated note not really, if I were to write, oh, say an Escort!Reader AU, who would you want Reader paired with? Chelsea? Eirene? Your wifey Cabernet maybe? 😏

CW: Mentions of brothels, Mistress! Reader being a tease, edging, groping

I imagine that since Mistress! Reader comes from a very rich family, it’d only make sense for your relatives to be involved in dubious activity. One example of this is one of your family members sneaking off into brothels to cheat on their spouse, so besides murdering your relatives, another way to eliminate the competition is by exposing them to the public to crush whatever reputations they had.

You and your demon harem plan to infiltrate the brothel and gather your evidence there. But of course, in order to get into a brothel undetected, you would have to pretend you are there willingly, so you play the role as one of the workers and some of your demon partners pretend to be customers looking for service. Seeing you dressed up in such scanty attire and makeup though (plus a sexy looking mask that obscures your true identity), has the demon women feeling all sorts of things the moment you step out of the rooms. Even though you had a job to do, many of them can’t resist letting their hands wander down to cup your ass as you snoop around the building, finding you irresistible when you played the part of a flirtatious vixen…

For demons like them, seeing a usually proper noblewoman performing raunchy acts and saying such filthy things, has them growing harder/wetter than they’ve ever been before: It’s for the “act” though, of course. It’s all acting when you climb into their laps and grind on their hips sensually, acting when you whisper how you’d let them fuck you for free in one of the private rooms if they wanted, acting when you push your hand down their pants/dresses to feel up their hardening cock/dripping pussy. It’s all an act, yes. All part of the job.

Well, once you’ve caught your relative with photo-solid evidence in one of the rooms, you turn to leave before getting snatched up by one of the demonesses. Oh no, we’re not done yet. You did all that teasing to them, flaunting that cute rear and whispering how you’d let them do depraved things to you. Demon! Vautour Bleu is dragging you to the nearest VIP room while Demon! Chelsea is slamming a bag of coins onto the table to rent the room for the entire night. The poor receptionist just has to watch in shock as you, and several of your demon companions enter the room you reserved, silently praying for your poor pussy. Though, not like you’re gonna need it.