#ptn cinnabar x reader

[e-hibiscus]

sfw and nsfw hc for the dog-coded PTN women?

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Pairing: Rahu x fem!reader, Zoya x fem!reader, Cinnabar x fem!reader, Ninety-Nine x fem!reader

C.W: NSFW, Collars, muzzles, leashes, pet play(? kinda), more like talking about dog-coded women but cw none the less🫡

Author’s Note:  Woof woof 🐶poupy poupy! Your ask was really vague so i didn't know what you wanted so i just went with whatever was in my mind. (Not proof read)

Minors DNI! | NSFW! under the cut

Rahu

Rahu would reluctantly, but still, let you put all these things on her. She’s tall. She’s scary. She’s intimidating! Like an obedient guard dog she’d keep it on and follow orders. Her self restraint can only last so long, but seeing her teary eyed and desperate makes it worth it.

Rahu get so sad when you don’t let her do anything but watch as you go about and do things. Poor woman wants to help you, but you remind her to stay put and not move or even hold you 😨 she just has to sit there while you grind on her thigh or ride her cock.

Rahu gets all whiney and desperate, hands clawing at the sheets beside her while she begs and begs for you to at least let her hold you. But that’s a reward only after she makes you cum a few times. 

When she’s finally allowed to properly fuck you, Rhau will have been all pent up. Her hands dig into your hips with a bruising grip. Hips rutting into you like no tomorrow, all while muttering “i love you”, “thank you”, and  “how good you make her feel” right by your ear.

The best Rahu can do is leave her mark by painting your insides white 😔 she can’t leave bite marks; only leaving imprints of the muzzle on your back, but this way you get to hear every sound Rahu would usually snuff out when sinking her teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. It’s okay though, you let her double her effort and let her mark you up this way.

Rahu can be dangerous, but she’s an obedient pup who listens to your orders. Advised for her to have a collar, muzzle, and lead 😔 so you can bully her frfr

Zoya

Zoya is big and strong. The scary dog gf privileges are on full display with this absolute hulk of a woman. She’s on top and in-charge. Good luck getting anything more than a muzzle or collar on this woman. If you're lucky, maybe Zoya will let you do both, but a leash is a no no because she wants to be free to do as she pleases.

Zoya places you on her lap, hands holding your waist in place as you squirm in her arms. Through the cage of the muzzle you see her smirking, amused by the small tug on her jacket. She’s entertained you enough hadn’t she? Putting on this stupid thing made her initially annoyed, but Zoya will make it work– even with it on.

With Zoya, she’s the one who lets you do this, not the other way around. If you get a little too cocky, or go too slow for her liking, Zoya will note it down and make you pay double as a reminder on who’s the one who wears the pants in the relationship.

Zoya gets a little frisky, maybe goes a little wild in pace as well, but she wouldn’t do anything that would intentionally hurt you (non-consensually). 

At most, Zoya will fuck you into oblivion, taking you until your on the brink of passing out. Her hips move in hard languid strokes so her thick cock can hit all your sweet spots with as much strength she can muster.

You put a muzzle on Zoya to help “tame” her, so she’ll show you just how feral she can get in bed. You’re not going to be able to walk for the next few days, and what’s worse is the fact Zoya took the muzzle off anyway 😔 just so she can “properly” mark you up

Cinnabar

Cinnabar, Cinnabar, Cinnabar… The poster lady of golden retriever girlfriends who could honestly do no wrong. She’s a walking green flag and does not need any restraints whatsoever. No muzzle, collar, or leash required because Cinnabar can be your fluffy puppy or your guard dog on the dime; it's all down to the given situation!

Cinnabar is always eager to please. Her top and main priority is you, after all. If you’re feeling good, then so is she 🥺 Just make sure to complement and sing your praises. Cinna would absolutely melt from your sweet words.

Call her nicknames and she’ll go beet red. It's only because its you saying these sweet words, Cinna might just explode! Carefully guide her hands away from her face and you’ll see the absolutely adorable sight of your girlfriend flustered.

Cinnapup (nick-name curated from the lovely @/sinful-lanturns’s blog) can top or bottom for you. She prefers to be a service top above all else but Cinnabar can switch between the two, just for you. 

Cinnabar as a top is careful with her ministrations. She is gentle, not wanting to hurt you in the slightest because she loves you so much. Her fingers are a little clumsy when they explore the wet cavern of your pussy. Her careful, cautious nature has Cinnabar unintentionally edging you 😰so you have to tell her to properly fuck you, but even then she goes too slow.

Ninety-Nine

Ninety-Nine is big, strong , and scary 😨 this woman is the most feral out of them. You’re gonna need everything to keep safe, and you definitely gonna get dragged or carried around by her. Ninety-Nine will be willing to wear a muzzle, collar, and lead, but you have to talk her through it. Bby trusts you not to do anything bad to her or Hella 🥺

She unironically growls. When it’s not anything serious it’s actually pretty cute 😔 Ninety-Nine often looks at you for guidance or orders, staying around because she likes your company (and you give her snacks).

My take is Ninety-Nine is like a Rottweiler? Big scary dog, but is not so secretly a great pup over all. That being said, with those Ninety-Nine considers “family” she will protect like her life depends on it. She’s using her entire body to shield you and will have no hesitation for snapping at anyone who tries to do anything to you.

Feral Ninety-Nine is a menace because even with a muzzle and collar it’s impossible to restrain her so she does what her instincts tell her. If that means shoving your head into the sheets and relentlessly rut her hips into you, then so be it 😔 her claw like hands dig into your skin; leaving little beads of blood in their wake. Your cries and whines partially register, and she lessens her grip on your sides

Ninety-Nine will go for as long as she wants. There’s just no way you’ll get out of her grip once she starts going to town on you. She’s an insatiable beast 😨 so good luck getting out of bed in the morning tomorrow cause you’re in for a long and difficult ride

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[prisoner-of-sin]

Shy/Affectionate s/o

Featuring: Zoya, Cinnabar, and Macchiato

These are re-written headcanons from about a year ago! I am rewriting more stuff and slowly writing some of my Ao3 requests.

Requests: OPEN

Zoya

Zoya doesn't care if you are shy and affectionate, she happily opens her arms to you and gives the love back equally. Her tone is softer in public, her arm is always around you or at least has a hand resting against you.

Zoya loves to tease you but relents with laughter when you get pouty. She holds her hands up in defeat before pulling you into her lap for some cuddles.

When you start to open up, Zoya is so proud of you because you feel safe enough to be yourself.

I stated before that she's more of a words or actions, but I've changed my mind. Zoya is most definitely action over words, sometimes she doesn't know what to say. Reputation or not, she's going to shower you in love.

Zoya will return any sentiment you give: compliments, hugs, kisses etc. She keeps you close to her body when out in public, she acts like the protective shield. It won't ever bother her, she takes it with pride.

When you and Zoya are in the comfort of indoors, she becomes similar to a puppy. You can cling to her and be overly affectionate, she holds onto you and whispers how much she loves you. Her kisses will deepen yours as her arms tighten around you. She teases and proclaims how she can take it further, resulting in your face fluttering. You may have to put up with her indoors.

Cinnabar

There's no way to avoid that Cinnabar attracts women to her, she's like a magnet! That simple fact alone may make you shy away from her even more. She knows and understands that, she puts forward more effort even if she gets flustered.

Cinnabar knows the unspoken boundaries and backs up when it's needed. This was a time for both of you to figure out feelings.

When you suddenly become more affectionate, she is taken back and nearly clueless. She may have conflicting internal thoughts about it; are you trying to get her hopes up, just to shatter them later? That seems unlikely because you are one of the sweetest people she's met.

Cinnabar is very patient when you are slowly opening up to her. She encourages the spikes in affection, you may both get flustered but she is so proud of you. There are bright smiles and thanks for making her day.

If you give Cinnabar compliments, she'll fluster and return it with a rub of her neck. You may or may not give another back, BUT if you do she'll return it. It'll be a constant cycle until one of you is the winner, it's like an endless hurricane of butterflies in your stomachs.

Cinnabar will always be by your side when outdoors, she is lowkey protecting you from any dangers. Her hand rests securely on your waist or the small of your back. She's attentive to her surroundings and you.

When it's just the two of you alone, inside, Cinnabar keeps you close and her head rests on top of your shoulder. She expresses how being with you makes everything easier, not only being a sinner but the challenges of life. You won't be able to see how much you mean to her, not through her eyes and she hopes that you'll believe her words.

Macchiato

Macchiato loves that you are shy and affectionate. She won't be afraid to ease past the barriers you have built. She wishes to satisfy all of the needs you have.

Macchiato knows boundaries very well, she won't push past them unless you are comfortable. Her patience is very high and nearly unbreakable.

Macchiato's words are smooth as silk, they are nothing but the truth. She'll hold you from behind or rest her hands on your hips, her mouth grazes over your ear as her hot breath makes you blush more. She achieved what she was wanting.

There are many times that Macchiato does it on purpose in public. It would be around the whole MBCC, count your blessings. It isn't more because she doesn't want you forever embarrassed.

At moments, Macchiato's actions can lean more on the lewd side. She'll apologize with a small huff and blush on her own face, admitting it's embarrassing that she crossed a line. She will do whatever you want to make up for it.

If you manage to gather the courage to return the gestures, Macchiato is beyond happy! She has a large smile as she teases to get her whip out to go further. She traces the thin leather over your sides before threatening to give you spanking.

When it's just you and Macchiato behind closed doors, you'll be cuddled to her or vice versa. She still teases but it's lighter and more of her heart behind the words. Her eyes have a certain twinkle in them and she's more hands on than before.

Macchiato looks forward to exploring new territory with you.

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[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

First Date Night

Fandom: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Cinnabar, Zoya, Langley

Warnings: First-date nerves?

Requested by: @mossmosis

Prompt: For Cinnabae, Zoya and Langley. How would they ask their s/o out for the first time. What they do how do they dress. Gimme everything.

Comments: My first time writing for PtN, eek! I'm not super confident with Langley's tbh, but I hope it's good regardless. I got a little carried away with Cinnabar's, too... oops? Enjoy, kiddo <3 I'll try to do the second part of your request soon~

Cinnabar

Cinnabar is all cool and confidence.... until now. Now, she's completely and totally out of her depth, and she has absolutely no idea how to even begin this conversation, much less accomplish her goal.

What makes it so, so much worse is that the person she wants to ask out is the Chief of all people! Cinnabar, who has turned down countless women because they were her clients and she strictly believes in not mixing work with pleasure, not getting romantically involved with anyone she has a professional relationship with... and that, unfortunately, includes the Chief. But she can't help it! And after a long while of desperately pretending to keep up this silly ideal of hers, she gives in. The Chief is more than her technical boss, they're her friend, too... and, she hopes, soon they might be her lover.

She beats around the bush a lot. Asks about the plans for the weekend, wearing her Strictly Professional Persona to hide the anxiety turning her stomach to jelly. For a few weeks, the Chief has told her of various missions, and Cinnabar has enthusiastically volunteered to go on them, to protect the Chief of course. But now, for once, the Chief merely smiles at her and explains that they don't have any plans, that the various crises are more stable than they have been, and nothing is too urgent to wait for a few days while the Sinners take a well-deserved weekend off... not to mention the poor overworked Chief themself.

And now, of course, Cinna panics. She'd gotten so used to asking the question, being told of the missions and experiencing equal relief and disappointment... now that she's faced with the opportunity to ask them out, she's not entirely sure how to go about it. She probably stammers a little, bringing up this nice place she knows of in town, talking about how hard the Chief has been working, how they deserve a break too... and they're watching her so gently, so openly, she eventually just takes a deep breath and spits it out, asking if they'll go out with her for dinner and maybe drinks. And, of course, the Chief accepts with a warm smile that melts her heart far more than it should, and it takes every bit of trained composure she has to not jump for joy or melt into a puddle in the middle of the Chief's office.

Cinnabar decides to treat the preparation as if she's preparing for a mission. That's the only way she can stop her hands from trembling. She takes a long shower, scrubs every speck of dirt off of her body in anxious preparation, but then comes the question of... what exactly should she wear? She considers a dress, though that means she'd have to borrow one from one of the other Sinners, and then she worries she'd look horribly out of place in a dress - how would she style her hair, wouldn't she need makeup, god forbid she'd need to wear heels... how on earth could she protect the Chief in something like that, should the need arise?

Eventually she settles on digging out some of her nicer clothing, something comfortable and practical, but distinctly different from her preferred Serpent Eye uniform. She brushes her hair a dozen times, fidgets with the style and tries to get it perfect, but it ends up looking no different than it usually does.

She's waiting for the Chief outside their office, or by the front door, at exactly the time they'd agreed upon. Despite her nerves, she's nothing if not punctual. She's there, standing at attention, greeting the Chief with a smile that she hopes looks as confident as she always feels and asking if they're ready to go.

Despite all of the anxiety, because this is likely Cinnabar's first time taking anyone out on a non-work-related date, she'll relax soon enough and begin to enjoy herself. The Chief has a way of putting her at ease, after all, and she feels as though everything will be just fine. She finds herself wondering why she was so nervous to begin with.

She walks the Chief to her door after they return home, and a bit of her former shyness returns. She fidgets a bit, making casual small talk, and then start off by saying she had a wonderful time, searching their gaze nervously as she leans in a bit, eyes flicking from theirs to their lips and back as she quietly asks, "Chief.... may I?"

All in all she's a nervous wreck, the poor darling. Want her to attend a million fancy events to protect people? Sure, no problem. She'll walk into the middle of the Syndicate without batting an eye, will throw herself between innocent people and danger without a moment's notice... but this, this is different. She can face down the most dangerous enemies and come up with five different strategies for neutralizing the threat, but she doesn't know how to handle the swarm of butterflies in her stomach, the way that particular smile the Chief gives her makes her weak in the knees.

Zoya

Zoya isn't afraid of anything, and a date is no exception, but she doesn't have much experience in a situation like this. Or... any experience, actually. She's always been a hard worker, never quite giving allowing herself to relax properly, because she couldn't. Her entire life has been walking a tightrope, always being ready to launch into action, into battle, at a moment's notice. She doesn't really even know how to relax, truth be told. But she will try, because she has someone worth trying for, now.

She doesn't overthink things too much. After she finishes doing something with the Chief, be it a sparring match or a mission, she glances over at them, calm as ever, and says, "hey, we should go out sometime. Just the two of us. You wanna get drinks tonight?" The Chief says yes, and she nods casually, tells them to meet her at seven, and pretends not to feel the fluttering in her chest when they smile and agree.

She's surprisingly nervous, but hides it very well. The Chief has learned her well by now, though. They can tell, something in the way she holds herself, a particular stiffness in her motions that isn't usually there when she feels fully in control of the situation. Plus, they can likely feel it through the Shackles.

She doesn't really get all fancy for the date. Not the first one, at least. Later, she might, but... not tonight. She does try to make herself look a bit more presentable, though, cleaning herself up a bit, though she's careful to preserve her effortless badass appearance. But hey, the least she can do is make sure her clothes are free of blood when she goes on her date, right?

They go to a bar somewhere, preferably somewhere either no one knows her and they can fade into the shadows, or where everyone knows her, where the Big Bad Dangerous Sinner Zoya is feared and respected and won't be bothered. They sit at a table tucked into a back corner, Zoya comfortably draped across her chair, throwing back drinks and slowly loosening up as they talk.

They stay until the bar closes down, then head back, either returning to the Bureau or Zoya's home. Either way, she stays for a while, and this is where she finally learns the meaning of relaxing. She's had enough alcohol to take the edge off, and now she's in an environment where she feels safe. It's an odd feeling, one she isn't entirely used to -- she'd argue that she feels safe anywhere she goes, because she can handle whatever threats are thrown her way, but deep down she knows that isn't true.

They talk for a long while, about anything and everything, and she slowly lets her guard down, just a little. She trusts the Chief, but their relationship is different than the other people she's trusted in her life. The members of the Legion look to her as a leader, and she feels as though she must always be seen as the leader they expect. No matter how comfortable she is with them, there's that subconscious power imbalance. But the Chief... the Chief doesn't feel that way. They aren't one of her subordinates. She can give them orders all she likes, but they won't always follow them - on the contrary, she's learned they're far more likely not to obey her commands. The Chief feels like her equal, like her... partner. It's an unusual feeling, but one she likes all the same.

The night will likely end with the two of them getting far more intimately familiar with one another, and Zoya lies awake for quite a while after the Chief has fallen asleep in her arms, watching them sleep and trying to process everything that has happened, how exactly she's gotten so lucky as to end up in this situation.

Langley

Langley doesn't hesitate to ask the Chief out. She's hardly subtle about it, either. "Hey, Rookie. You, me, dinner, tonight at eight. My treat. Wear somethin' nice, I'll pick you up in front of the Bureau." Leaves no room for arguments, just states that her intention is to take them out, and that's that.

She works hard but she plays hard, too, and she's no stranger to the dating scene. Most of the times she's taken people out have been for an ulterior motive, admittedly, but she's always enjoyed herself in the process, and she's quite skilled in seduction. She doesn't want anything from the Chief, though they might be suspicious that she's using them for something. She just finds them intriguing and wants to get to know them a bit better.

She meets them out front as instructed, looking even more stunning than she usually does. She's wearing an elegant dress - nothing so elaborate as the banquet one, but stunning nonetheless, a dress made of shimmering silvery fabric, rather low cut in the front with a slit in the side of the skirt nearly up to her hip. She's done her hair and makeup too, giving herself a more ethereal look than normal.

She takes the Chief to a surprisingly fancy restaurant, treats them to anything they want off the menu along with a bottle of wine. She seems to be at home here, completely relaxed and in her element. If asked about it, she'll merely wink and say something about being a spy.

She flirts like mad the entire night. Lots of small gestures, holding the doors for them, pulling their chair out, pouring them more wine, feeding them bites of her food off of her own fork with a suggestive smirk... Gives them endless compliments, while also continuing to call them Rookie every chance she gets and making it clear who's in charge here.

Don't be surprised if Langley anticipates a lot of things about the Chief's preferences, from the type of food at the restaurant to the wine she orders, to the color of gemstone in the necklace she's wearing... she is a spy, after all, and a damn good one. It's her job to know her targets, and while the Chief isn't her target for the usual reasons, they're certainly the target of her affections, and she'll learn everything she can about them in order to best impress them.

Probably regales them impressive with tales of her work over dinner. It's impossible to tell how much of them is true and how much is exaggerated or completely fabricated, but they're fascinating all the same.

Once the night ends she'll take them back to her place for a bit if they're willing, probably feeds them some fruit or sweets, pampering them a little more before she inevitably has them on their knees for her.

Her curiosity and longing for the Chief only grows stronger after she's had a taste, and she continues taking them out on dates quite often. The dates themselves are spontaneous and unpredictable, much like Langley herself, and the more time the Chief spends with her, the more they'll begin to see the woman behind the mysterious exterior as she slowly lets her guard down around them and they grow closer to her.

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[ink-sinner]

velvet

— cinnabar x chief

genre : fluff, smut

tags : body worship, oral sex, vaginal fingering

wordcount : 3,227

summary : your kisses wash her clean.

the city's neon lights are muted tonight, hung low by dim clouds and a misty fog set beneath the thunder and flecks of lightning peeking across the grey sky. in its wake, the moon shines brighter from within the gaps in the clouds, casting shadows on the tiled floor and winking where it reflects on the sweat glinting off cinnabar's flushed skin.

she's already squirming beneath you, her fingers trembling as she bunches the bed sheets in her fist and grasps the dip of your waist while you straddle her hips.

you haven't even started yet.

you lean down, brace your weight with one hand on the mattress, and trace swirling patterns across her collarbone with the other. she shivers at your touch, lashes fluttering as her breath hitches. she's exquisite and sensitive, and you drink her reactions like intoxicating wine, fingers splaying across the ridges of the scars tattooed on her skin.

"you have a scar here, too."

your lips replace your fingers at the hollow of her throat, dragging your mouth over the thin, silvery scar across her neck. you taste the salt on her skin, a faint, bitter feeling over the old wound, something normally hidden by her choker. there's a certain sort of exhilaration here, at the sudden thought, how bare she is before you.

cinnabar lets out a soft breath, head tipping back to give you access to her neck. you oblige her quiet plea with a soft nip over the place where her pulse hammers madly against her skin, teeth and lips and tongue and your wandering fingers mapping the dip of her collarbone, down to the valley of her breasts.

"i remember that one," she says, quietly, fingers fluttering over your hair, brushing your bangs behind your ear. she is watching you when you look up, something inscrutable in her lilac eyes, a mellow mix of sadness and contemplative, melancholic as your fingers stroke the sharp line of the scar. "a gang fight in syndicate. i couldn't react fast enough."

"seems like you reacted just in time," you say. it’s too close, you don’t say. you kiss the scar again, and cinnabar lets out a hum.

“yeah,” she says, and squeeze your waist. her smile is lovely as ever, the moonlight painting her in ethereal silver as shadows shift across her skin with her every move. you chase the abstract shapes with your mouth, etching a path across her skin to the soft swell of her breast, contained by the sheer mesh of her bra.

you linger by the edges of her bra with your mouth, teeth grazing sensitive skin, and your tongue soothing the faint marks left behind. cinnabar’s breath catches, slowly descending into ragged grasps and whimpers that send sparks down your spine as she arches into your kisses almost instinctively.

“here, too.”

you ignore her needy whine, winding her up tighter as you leave her unsated. you pause your wandering hands on her abs, eyes following the latticework of scars that mar the skin on her abdomen, deep and jagged and light and thin and a patchwork of memories embedded into her body. you trace patterns of them, silly constellations, gossamer-light kisses that chase shooting stars on the trails you paint. cinnabar watches you still, eyes half-lidded, pretty lips parted around a shaky breath as you lean down, and kiss a deep scar on her side.

“how’d you get these?”

the shifting clouds and hazy moonlight turn her eyes into stained glass, reflecting fractals of differing hues of violet as she blinks back focus into her gaze. you meet her unfocused eyes, hypnotized by the way her throat bobs with a swallow, the way her pink tongue darts out to wet her reddened lips. the memories resurface in shards, but your light hands keep wrenching the words away from her.

“knife,” she breaths out at last, color blooming in her fair cheeks under your gaze. “i remember, it was my first week in syndicate. i wasn’t so sure how to navigate the streets, and stumbled into a fight.”

you kiss it, and kiss it again, as if you could wash away the memories with your lips. you sigh. “you just get into a lot of fights, don’t you?”

her smile is a bit wry. “some of them were accidental.”

you laugh, or sigh, or both. shaking your head, you lean up to capture her lips in a kiss, nipping at her plush lower lip until she sings for you. when you break away for air, cinnabar looks up at you through thick lashes — and she looks so pretty that you can’t help but draw back in for another searing kiss. 

your knee presses between her thighs, and nudges tighter against her core.

“chief . . .” her breath comes in short gasps that tremble on the way out. trembling, shivering, longing to get away — but she stays still, for you. your hand wanders down the curve of her waist, and her thighs tighten around your knee, but she stays still, for you.

“this one,” you murmur against her skin. another pale, jagged scar runs crooked over her skin, skimming the length of her hip, down to the inside of her thigh, half-hidden by the waistband of her shorts. it looks ghost-white in the moonlight, barely there, washed clean of the ugly memories of pain.

you run your fingers over it, and cinnabar quivers from your touch. “tell me about this one.”

cinnabar turns her face from you, a hand draped over her mouth to hide the deep flush on her cheeks. it barely matters. her burning cheeks, her heaving chest, she is stained red by your touch.

you watch her swallow. “i . . .  i think that was from the broken frontline. a wave of corruptors caught us by surprise, and i took a hit for one of my teammates.”

you trace the edges of the scar, following it down her thigh, and back up. her toes curl. “you have so many scars. it must have hurt a lot.”

she's silent for a while. “it's fine now. as long as no one was seriously hurt, i'm happy.”

you can't help but sigh. it’s as fond and exasperated as you would expect. “as expected of you. you always do a good job.”

cinnabar makes an embarrassed sound at the back of her throat. “i'm just doing what i — chief!”

her words die on her throat, replaced by a breathy moan as you kiss her scar. your lips burn a searing trail down her quivering skin, exploring, claiming every inch of skin within your reach. your tongue dips down to taste her, and she whimpers.

“chief . . .” her voice sounds strained. she's peeking at you from beneath her arm, and when your eyes meet, she lets out a low groan that sends a thrill down your spine.

you watch her, entranced, as her chest heaves up and down frantically, and her hips squirm — away from you, towards you, trapped between need and shyness. her thighs tighten around your leg. every inch of her trembles, flushed scarlet from desire and your wandering hands and mouth.

“is it too much?” you ask.

she shakes her head.

you hoist yourself up and drag yourself to come face-to-face with her. but cinnabar doesn't look at you. she's looking away, eyes pinched shut, and she raises her arm to block your gaze.

“are you sure?”

she nods.

you shift up, and go to straddle her waist, shaking her thighs off your leg. she whimpers painfully at the loss, and you rub her shoulders comfortingly, running your hands down her toned arms and squeezing.

“can you look at me, then?”

cinnabar hesitates for a moment. but she does as you ask. she always does. her cheeks are flushed scarlet, and her lips look swollen and wet from all her biting, temptingly juicy in the moonlight.

you cup her cheek, carefully wiping her sweat-soaked hair away from her face. her gaze is unsteady and hazy, a glassy sheen of unshed tears clinging to her long lashes as she looks up at you with so much need that it makes you knees feel weak.

“cinna,” you murmur. she hums, a bit breathlessly, closing her eyes as she leans to your touch. you lean in, until your noses bump together, until her hot breath falls on your cheeks, until she's all that remains, and brush your lips against hers. “cinna. i love you.”

and she's so beautiful that your heart feels about to burst. she smiles at you, lashes fluttering as she tries, fails to hold back that blooming happiness on her face. if she could go redder, you think she would.

“i love you, too.” her voice is so quiet, firm.

you claim her lips, swallowing her sigh as you trace the seam of her lips with your tongue. cinnabar melts under you, pliant as silk, as you suck and tease her bottom lip, pulling away just as she leans closer, never lingering enough to give her what she wants.

her arms wrap around your neck, cupping the back of your head, tugging you in with a desperation that steals your breath. she pulls you, a needy whimper escaping her swollen lips, and you give in. Her lips part eagerly for you, moans ringing sweetly in the air as you drown in her taste, until you are both lightheaded and dizzy.

her kiss is fevered and hungry. and so, so needy.

parting, you drink in the sight of her. debauched, messy. yours. it makes your heart pound in your ears.

your fingers slip under her bra, grazing the outline of her ribs, the underside of her breast. a shiver dances across her flushed skin, but she keeps her eyes on you, her dark gaze burning bright as heat ignites under your skin.

you lick your lips. “can i take this off?”

she nods, hoists herself up on her elbow to help you take it off, and with a flick of your hand, the clasps come undone. her skin burns under your lips, your tongue, goosebumps rising as you trail kisses down the soft curve of her breast. each sigh that spills from her red lips draws an answering hum from you.

cinnabar has always been so sensitive. your nerves alight at the sinful sounds she makes, as you lock your lips around a perked nipple, laving your tongue over the flushed peak. her back arches, her arms wrap around you — as if you could be any closer than you already are.

you brush your thumb over her neglected bud, feeling her quiver against your body. she's still looking at you, her eyes half-lidded, lower lip caught between her teeth to bite back her sounds — you hollow your cheeks around her nipple, and she tips her head back to groan.

“god, you're so pretty.” the moon glazes over the arch of her neck. you claim her skin, mark her pounding pulse, her collarbone, every inch of skin that you can reach until she can’t forget she’s yours. “cinna. fuck, you're so pretty.”

“chief,” and she's so pretty when she begs, too. her tone carries a note of grievance, barely a whisper among her breathless cries. her hands tighten on your arms, pleading. “please. please. i need . . .”

you brush your lips against hers, kiss the trail of tears from her eyes. she's so cute when she's like this, and you have half a mind to keep teasing her until she's incoherent and crying, moaning broken pleas because she can't say anything else but your name.

but for now, you kiss her temple, and caress her cheek. “it's okay. i got you. i'll take care of you.”

you take one of her hands, squeeze tight, and she laces your fingers together. smiling, you kiss her pale knuckles, and let your intertwined hands rest on the bed.

cute.

cinnabar squirms as you slowly make your way down, her abdomen, kissing over her scars, the ridges of her abs. her hips raise towards you as you linger by the apex of her thighs, grazing the fabric with your teeth just enough to feel her shudder.

she's trying so hard to stay still for you. you can feel the tension on her toned muscles, tightly wound under your wandering hands, powerful and gentle and so, so soft. but tonight, her gaze is half-lidded and hungry, watching your every move with bated breath as you leave feather kisses down her hips, tracing a slow, hot path to the apex of her thighs. she holds your hand so tight that it feels numb.

“you're so needy,” you murmur, as she spreads her legs wide for you. you press a finger against the seam of her shorts, feeling the wet patch against the dark fabric, and cinnabar makes an embarrassed sound, averting her eyes. “you're already so wet.”

with an almost sadistic slowness, you press a finger through her folds, stretching the fabric of her underwear as far as it'd go. seeing her squirm, watching the way she bites her lip, tilting her hips as if trying to guide you where she wants your touch — every bit of her makes you want to ruin her. god. you want to take her. the heat beneath your skin is too overwhelming.

“chief . . .” she mumbles, almost incoherently, slurring the syllables together from need. her free hand claws at the sheets in frustration. “please.”

not yet. not yet. she looks too beautiful, and you're enjoying it too much.

“hm? what is it?” you trace her entrance, brushing over her clit, before doing it again. her legs tighten around your waist, urging you in, but you keep the teasing pace. you press a kiss on her flexed thigh. “tell me what you want, cinna.”

she shoots you a pitiful look. you ignore it, pressing tight circles around her clit before pulling away again.

“please.” you catch hints of a sob in her voice. “chief, please. i want . . . i . . . you — please.”

“but i'm here.” you kiss her thigh again, hiding a smile. “i'm already here.”

“you know what i mean . . .”

for a moment, her hand raises, meekly trying to urge your head back between her legs. but she changes her mind, and brings it to her mouth instead to muffle her sounds.

“i don't.” you squeeze her hand, encouraging. “c'mon. tell me. i want to hear you say it.”

she hesitates, only for a bit. when she speaks, it's in a tiny whisper, burning red like her skin. “please fuck me.”

god.

her needy voice makes you shiver. you hoist yourself up on your arms, and try to meet her embarrassed gaze. “good girl.”

you don't give her time to get even more flustered by that. letting go of her hand, you tug on her shorts, and she raises her hips off the bed eagerly to get it off her. slick stains her thighs, making a mess of the sheets, but you can barely find the motivation to tease her more when she's bucking her hips up reflexively as you trace your fingers over her wet slit.

and when she moans your name, it sounds almost holy.

you run your hand over the curve of her ass, coaxing her to drape her legs over your shoulders. her thighs lock around your neck, shaking, holding you close as she grinds her hips against your face mindlessly. but you take your time despite her frantic mewls, laving your tongue over her sex, lazily teasing her pleasure to a slow peak.

her hand brushes over your hair again. you grab it, and keep it in place before she can pull away again.

“you can pull my hair,” you say, licking your lips. her taste lingers on your tongue, salty and sweet and intoxicating. you want more. you keep wanting more.

cinnabar meets your gaze, teary-eyed. pretty.

“but . . .”

you smile at her. “you won't hurt me. don't worry. i want you to do it, okay?”

hesitantly, she nods. but her touch grazes the back of your head, still gentle in her unspoken plea as you dive back between her thighs. she doesn’t push, doesn’t tug on your hair to get you to go faster — it’s just there, a constant reminder as you stroke her pleasure with your tongue. she arches into each slow lick, growing pliant, insistent, as you wring honeyed moans from her lips.

you seal your mouth around her swollen clit, sucking on the tender bud as two fingers press into her slick entrance. cinnabar clenches tight around you, breath catching sharply, turning to a high groan as you crook them just right, stroking her pulsing walls as you lap at her core.

her hand fists in your hair, tugging you in, that famous control slipping fast. she’s wound tight, already so close, and your lips and fingers work her deep, coaxing whimpers and loud cries as her pleasure crests higher. a moan of your name, a sharp pull of your hair, and she comes, clenching hard around your fingers. you don’t stop, drawing her climax out as she spills on your tongue.

she’s still shaking when you part from her thighs, licking your lips at the mess you’ve made her into. flushed cheeks, hazy eyes, her raven hair draped over the pillow like soft feathers — she looks like an exquisite meal laid out temptingly for you. you drag yourself up to her side, and kiss her cheek.

she shifts, and cuddles to your chest.

you curl up against her, hiding a smile in her hair as you cradle her body. her shivered breaths are warm against your neck, almost stiflingly hot with the thick arousal still simmering in the pit of your stomach.

“you good?” you ask, stroking her hair. she groans against your chest, tired, before she pulls away, and blinks at you with heavy lids. the edges of her eyes are still damp from tears.

“i’m good,” she says softly. “you . . . did i hurt you?”

her touch on your head is gentle again, fixing your hair where she’d pulled on it earlier. you kiss the tip of her nose, and laugh when her lips purse at you.

“i’m good, i’m good,” you say, taking her hand and pressing a kiss over her knuckles. her gaze falls on you, soft and wide, and you can’t help the way your heart stutters in your chest at the sight. you rest her hand against your cheek. “you’re cute.”

she flushes, still. “i didn’t mean to tug on your hair. i'm sorry.”

you pinch her cheek. “i told you to do it, didn't i? so don't apologize. it was kinda hot.”

her embarrassment peaks, and she buries her face in your chest again, groaning. you chuckle, shifting your position to let your chin rest on the top of her head.

“you wanna shower or sleep first?” you ask.

but her answering yawn is enough of an answer. cinnabar mumbles something, a sleepy little answer about cleaning up first — but you are already reaching over to wrap her up in a blanket, holding her close to your chest as you dim the lights to darkness.

maybe tomorrow. she is asleep in your arms already, arms wrapped tight around your waist as if she doesn't want to let go. you kiss her forehead good night, and sigh as you close your eyes.

#path to nowhere #ptn x reader #ptn cinnabar #cinnabar x reader #ptn cinnabar x reader #cinnabar x chief

[sinsmockingbird]

PTN WOMEN AS PARENTS | Various

PAIRING: Chelsea x Afab!Reader, Cinnabar x Afab!Reader, Deren x Afab!Reader, Rahu x Afab!Reader, Zoya x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, SFW, Children, lmk if there's anything else

AUTHORS NOTE: PTN women as parents.... some may be batshit crazy, but most of them are good parents, I know that for a fact can't change my mind. Also dedicated to @prisoner-of-sin.

✧ CHELSEA

• Chelsea absolutely spoils her children. She will buy them everything, from clothes to toys to pets. If they want it they'll get it, there are no exceptions.

• She's rich, money isn't even the slightest hint of concern for her. She's usually spending every jewel she can make on herself or you, but having her new bundles of joy in the world? Well then, now she's going to spend even more on them too.

• She'll 100% end up being the "Cool Mom," whether that was by accident or not. She doesn't like to be strick and usually allows your kids to get away with things, but she will lay down on them if they go to far.

• Just because Chelsea is pretty relaxed and allows minor things to be swept under the rug if it involves your kids, she isn't gonna hesitate to ground them if they do something bigger than drawing on the walls.

• Be prepared for Sitri to be very overprotective over your kids. Sometimes you'll both wonder if the gem panther considers them hers and not yours.

• It really isn't uncommon to find one of your kids missing, and when you both go into panic, you'll stop and see Sitri holding them by the back of their shirt or cuddled tightly around them.

• It's comical to see how much Sitri and Chelsea are alike when it comes to your kids. Protective and downright aggressive in situations that threaten your kids.

✧ CINNABAR

• Cinnabar is a great balance for a mother. She's fun, protective, loving, and gentle with her kids.

• She's the type of parent that can be found playing on playsets with her kids. Acting like a sea monster when your kids play pirate, or the dragon that kidnaps you, the princess, when they want to play knights.

• Whatever her kids want to do (as long as it isn't dangerous and life threatening) she's all on board to get involved whenever your kids want her to.

• Another thing is that Cinnabar can be quite an awkward parent. When it comes to the talk of "birds and the bees," she's a flustered, stammering mess as she tries her hardest to explain - you'll end up having to be the one that does.

• When your kids are older and start bringing their parents over to meet you both, she's a mix of silent intimidation and social awkwardness.

• Cinnabar almost always has an eye on your kids as well. She worries about them hurting themselves she always wants to have them in her sights. She does this more when their toddlers, because she knows she shouldn't be some kind of "helicopter parent" when they get older.

• It's such a beautiful sight to watch Cinnabar cradling her newborn baby, because she holds them with such delicacy and looks at them like they're her whole world - because you and them are.

✧ DEREN

• Deren - despite what people may think - is anything but lazy when it comes to your kids. She may desperately want to be, but she forces herself to be awake and with them at anytime she can.

• She makes it a real effort to attend every single one of their extracurricular activities. Whether it be seeing their soccer game or attending their piano recital, she'll be there in the crowd cheering them on.

• She doesn't hesitate to leave sights early where she's filming her newest movie - or ending production early that day to get home and be with you and your kids.

• Deren will also take your kids on set quite often, because she wants them to see what she does and also spend time with them as much as possible.

• It's common to have a family movie night, where Deren will play one of her favorite movies (or yours and your kids) because she wants them to have a love and appreciation for movies just like her.

• The cutest thing you can find when you're home is Deren asleep on the couch, or in one of your kids bed with them wrapped up protectively in her arms.

• It's an adorable sight that you've caught sight of many times, and you have enough pictures to show it. Depending on the night you'll tuck them both under a blanket or will crawl into bed with them, a smile usually spreading across her sleeping face when she feels your arms around her.

✧ RAHU

• Rahu is the definition of protective parent. She will go full on fight mode at even the smallest threat. One time she completely destroyed a thorn bush when you child was lightly pricked by it.

• She wants to ensure yours and your child's safety, meaning she is by your guys side almost 24/7. She's not overbearing by any means, she's simply just intent on making sure your safe wherever and wherever.

• On top of being quite protective, Rahu is one of the most awkward parents. It takes her a long long time to get the ropes of parenting.

• It takes her so long not because she doesn't know what to do, but rather because she's afraid. She's afraid of accidentally harming one of your kids because of her strength.

• It's a reason why Rahu is so apprehensive on holding your children when they're first born. She needs personal encouragement and reassurance from you before she'll take your small, newborn baby into her arms.

• It's a beautiful sight to see the usually stoic Rahu just completely melt and become vulnerable as she cradles her child close to her chest, gazing down at them like she would burn the entire world for them, and you know she would.

• There's nothing more important to her than you and her kids, and Rahu would rather die than ever see any one of you get hurt. Your all her world after all.

✧ ZOYA

• Zoya is probably one of the most perfect parents out of everyone. Sure she's violent and dangerous and many become petrified at the mention of her name, but when you give her the gift of her first child, she'll completely melt and become a woman you wouldn't expect to have done violent things.

• She dedicates everything to your kids. She'll push herself away from the Legion (as much as she can while still leading it) and spend her time with you and your children.

• Each kid you have is going to have Zoya wrapped around her finger, and there is almost nothing she wouldn't do for them. She loves each one so immensely that sometimes you wonder if she's going to drown in the love that she holds.

• There are plenty of times that you'll come home to Zoya ropped (willingly) into any shenanigans your kids come up with. From having them to her makeup, to dressing up for tea parties, or playing the role as the valiant hero or dastardly villain.

• If you stumble upon her during these moments and she notices you, be prepared to be pulled into their games and become her dear princess that she saves or the hero who stops her crimes and falls for her.

• When your kids are young and wake up in the middle of night, Zoya will make sure you go back to sleep before tending to them. She'll often be the one to check for monsters in closets and under beds as well.

• But nothing, nothing makes Zoya the most vulnerable than lying in bed with you wrapped up in her arms along with each of your kids. The sight of you all sound asleep and safe besides her will bring tears to her eyes, and she'll thank anyone listening for being gifted with your family.

ENDING NOTES: Probably will make a part 2 of this with other characters, so feel free to send an ask or comment on which characters you'll like to see me write parent headcanons for next.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins writings #path to nowhere #ptn fluff #countess chelsea #ptn!chelsea #chelsea x reader #cinnabar #ptn!cinnabar #cinnabar x reader #deren #ptn!deren #deren x reader #rahu #ptn!rahu #rahu x reader #zoya #ptn!zoya #zoya x reader

[purpleberiii]

Whenever I see an adult sinner as a child I get cuteness aggression, like why???? Why do they gave to make the so cute, I just want to pinch Zoya's cheeks.

Ahem, ahem, so I present to you sinners turning into children. Like if I was the chief I'd be dotting on them 24/7 and they with their truma need it.

LMAO THE BIG SCARY SINNERS AS BABIES 😭

Zoya would be the feisty aggressive baby. She'd kick up in your arms, her cheeks flaring from anger as you kept holding her and not wanting to let go.

Bai Yi, Cabernet and Chelsea are the smug babies. They take pride knowing that your attention is all on them and whenever your attentions drifts somewhere else, they would stand in your lap and huff and pout until they have your attention back.

Shalom,Hamel, Eirene, Langley, Anne and Garofano are the calm and quiet babies. They'd peacefully sit on your lap while watching you work. And sometimes with the sound of your pen against the paper, they'd fall asleep. They're not the type of baby to make a mess or fuss over any little thing and you'd be so glad that it's the case.

Rahu and Cinnabar are the babies that would try to help you out; keyword 'try'. Even with their short and stubby legs, they'd run around the office, fetching this paper and that paper and at the end, they'd expect the kisses and cuddles as their reward.

#path to nowhere #ptn #ptn laides #ptn zoya #ptn shalom #ptn anne #ptn cinnabar #ptn bai yi #ptn langley #ptn rahu #ptn garofano #ptn x reader

[sporadic-gremlin]

Hello, I am not certain if your requests are open or if this idea will interest you, but I have a mental image that I wish to share with you.

Also this is Nsfw.

The image in question being Cinnabar a blushing virgin with no idea what to do when her and the chief reader get to the point of having sex.

This powerful and resolute bodyguard, this one woman vanguard, is reduced to a whimpering puddle of moans and cries as her body is touched and toyed with in ways it has never been before.

Picture this woman that is strong enough to fight with just a shield, abs glistening with sweat and muscles straining as she grips the bed, and the real fun hasn't even begun yet.

It is tempting to just consider playing with her like this, just to see what reactions can be gained our of her with each new carnal act she is introduced to and with each new sensation she is given.

Soon enough she has cum so many times that the bedsheets are soaked and her flushed face is slick with tears as her lips part in silent pleas and gasps for a breather from the overstimulation.

Only for the Chief reader to lean in and tell her that the fun is only beginning as they enter her, making her wail once more as her world turns white.

Just a little idea I had that I hope you like.

Take care and stay safe.

this is…yes. just yes

cinnabar doesn’t know what she’s doing, this is uncharted territory. even the slightest touches have her jumping and making little noises and all you can do is chuckle and silence her with kisses. her inexperience makes her more receptive to your touch—sucking in a sharp breath when your thumb barely grazes her clit.

cinnabar is usually big on eye contact but it’s either she looks at you or keeps her eyes pinned on your fingers and how they’re slowly circling her clit and she can’t decide which is worse. she does lock eyes with you and whimpers at how dark your eyes are. when she tries to look away, your hand grabs her jaw and keeps her gaze steady on you.

“look at me.”

your voice is lower than normal and cinnabar cums at the revelation that you’re like this because of her and some light clit stimulation. her fingers curl around the sheets, her eyes snap shut, and her head falls back as her body trembles with each wave coursing through her. your eyes greedily take in how her throat moves with each moan erupting from her mouth and the urge to bite has never been stronger.

once she calms down, cinnabar thinks it over but then she feels something soft, wet, and warm on her pussy. it starts at her entrance and slightly dips in then slides up and then there’s suction on cinnabar’s clit. she doesn’t even have time to react as her back arches and a whine fills the room. your hands grip her thighs to spread them wider, forcing cinnabar to fall back and she arches her back automatically.

the noises she makes compensates for not being able to see her reactions but why see them when you can feel them? cinnabar’s pussy clenches around nothing and a part of you wants to slip your finger inside but you wait. she’s so sensitive from her first orgasm and now she’s trying to hold back another but when she feels your tongue enter her, the dam breaks.

cinnabar experiences her first true taste of overstimulation when you keep lapping at her even while she’s cumming. cinnabar can’t even formulate enough words to beg you to stop as short, throaty whimpers fall from her mouth. tears sting at the corner of her eyes and a fog starts to cloud her brain.

she’s flushed and sweaty but you think she looks good. and it just keeps going. you pull orgasm after orgasm from cinnabar until she’s weakly pushing your body away. you’ve edged her, played with her nipples, made her ride your thigh, she’s sat on your face, you even made her play with herself for you. her body is littered in hickeys and love bites that she’ll have trouble hiding for a few days.

you do step away for a little and come back with water and a cool towel to clean her up. you feel bad for giving her false hope but it’s worth it when cinnabar is taking your strap. her hands never leave your body, needing something to ground her in the numbing and endless pleasure. cinnabar most definitely regrets all the endurance training she helped you with when she feels no end to your insatiable lust.

#ptn x reader #path to nowhere #sub!ptn #dom!reader #sub!cinnabar #mmm cinnabar #gremlin.talks

[pathtonowhereimagine]

Valentine's Day Special

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Characters; Zoya, Countess Chelsea, Cinnabar, Wendy, Nightingale

TW; Fluff and hints at smut

Notes; Happy Valentine's!!

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Zoya

When Valentine's day comes Zoya will take the day off to spend the day with her S/o she won't tolerate any calls from the Legion or the MBCC, because she wants to be with S/o for a day without fighting anyone or anything just a day full of love

She has a whole day planned first thing she does is make breakfast in bed with heart pancakes, a bike ride through the city, then at night out head to the country side where she set up a picnic next to a lake

And during the whole night as she and S/o snuggle on the blanket she can't help but admire them as they gaze at the stars above them, when she's caught staring at them she just smoothers them in kisses

Afterwards when at home she'll draw out a warm bath with candles, oil and rose petals making it look like it came out of a movie, Zoya will help S/o out of their clothes and help them relax via massaging their body or help release tension in more ways then one

Countess Chelsea

She uses Valentine's Day as an excuses to spend a whole lot of money on her S/o not taking any no because and her words "It's the day of love and I want to show how much I adore you!"

Countess will buy out a whole restaurant for the day it doesn't matter if people had reservations she wants to pamper S/o, but will comply to S/o when they told to her to let other plan dine here because it's unfair to them

Buys even more experience gifts that S/o has or had laid their eyes from clothes to figures, posters, games or machines no matter what it is, she'll straight up buy it right away out of love of course

But at the end of the day when they return home Chelsea will become bashful as she grabs something from her drawer, holding a black box as she runs her thumb on the cover until she gives it to S/o. Opening the box to reveal a handmade ring with a pink sapphire in the center with red diamonds around it

Cinnabar

Cinnabar hasn't had much time to celebrate the day of love with anyone for quite a while but never the less she'll try her best, much like Zoya will take the day off to spend the day with S/o but might take a call or two to much sure everythings alright

First thing she does when wake ups snuggle closer to S/o and kiss their shoulder whispering in their ear a good morning love, spending a few minutes in bed with them until she decides to make breakfast

Then for the rest of day Cinnabar will do everything her S/o will ask of her she's treating them like royalty for the day; massage their feet? As you wish. Make them a croissant? Done. Buy them tea? Here you go.

When night falls Cinnabar will carry them up to their bedroom getting them out of their clothes, so that she can show them how much she loves them. And when she's done she'll hold them close as she kisses their bitten and bruised skin until they fell asleep

Wendy

She never really got to the spend holiday since she and the other undertakers had to deal the mania and Corruptors, so when S/o mentioned the day she didn't know how to celebrate it

Luckily for her Wendy spends the day going around the city as S/o shows and teaches her what the holiday is like, giving her everything heart shaped and candy as well as the many gifts that came with it. Much to her confusion since some of the things have a big difference in her life as an undertaker

As soon as she understands it Wendy will go out and find anything to show her love in all even getting things that she thinks is a form of love, then she'll use her chainsaw to crave a heart out of wood since she's pretty at it

But at the end of the day she'll lay on S/o's chest on the couch as they watch a horror movie together feeding other popcorn, laughing at the misfortune of the characters towards the end of the film S/o finding themselves tangled in her arms with no escape and having no choice to cuddle her

Nightingale

She doesn't get to celebrate the holiday as much as she likes to but deicide to take two days off to spend it with her S/o making up for her late night works, but unfortunately when the day comes she slept in messing up her plans today

But thankful her S/o planned ahead and got a reservations at their favorite restaurant and telling her that today they'll take care of her today, making sure that the day is all about her and that the Bureau knows that she needs to take a break (Thankfully the Chief understands and babysits for the next days)

Then afterwards they have a walk through the city arms locked in with each other talking about anything that comes to mind, occasionally stopping to admire/watch something such as musicians or street entertainer and stopped by every flower cart giving her a rose

When they come home NG is lead to their backyard where she's surprised with an outdoor movie theater and picnic (set up by the Chief and Sinners) as the projector plays her favorite movie as they night rolls on, Night finds herself settled on their chest as they played with her hair and soon enough felling asleep as S/o wraps a blanket around her

#path to nowhere #ptn imagines #ptn x reader #ptn zoya #zoya #zoya x reader #ptn countess chelsea #countess chelsea #countess chelsea x reader #ptn cinnabar #cinnabar #cinnabar x reader #ptn wendy #wendy #wendy x reader #ptn nightingale #nightingale #nightingale x reader

[vrachis]

I have a softspot for Cinnabar's chest, it makes me want to lick or sucking her nipple to see how much sensitive she is there

ANON I TELL YOU, I CHOKED ON MY FOOD WHEN I SAW THIS ASK—

but omfg this is actually cute???

like when you’re going at it, suckling on her sensitive bud, you can hear deep gasps and whines coming from her :(… might try to push your head away because of how sensitive her nips already are 😭😵‍💫

#vrachis #kein’s thirsts. #kein’s drabbles. #dom! reader #path to nowhere #path to nowhere drabbles #path to nowhere smut #path to nowhere x reader #sub path to nowhere #cinnabar #ptn cinnabar #sub cinnabar #cinnabar x reader #OMG MY FIRST PTN ASK SKSHAJSHJS

[e-hibiscus]

Pairing: Cinnabar x fem!reader

Warnings: some NSFW under the cut

Note: I humbly ask people make more Cinnabar content 🥺

MINORS DNI!

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SFW

Cinnabar always makes time for her girlfriend despite how busy she is. Work is her priority, but she always tries to make sure you’re safe and cared for as well.

Cinnabar, despite being strong and tough, would seemingly melt in your arms the moment the two of you are in private. That is, if she doesn’t become a blubbering mess beforehand. She enjoys protecting you, but it’s no secret she enjoys being the little spoon. Let her rest in your arms every now and again, won’t you?

Cinnabar enjoys how your fingers run through her hair— gently massaging her scalp. Her hair is super soft, and the action is very soothing for her. It’s her number 1 favorite thing when the two of you cuddle after a stressful day/mission.

Date nights with her tends to be relaxing with a lot of physical affection because she’s usually away for long periods of time. However, Cinnabar does love it when you take her out on a date. Even if she’s a literal chick magnet, her eyes are only ever set on you. She’ll make sure you know that as a fact too by wrapping her arm around your waist or placing it on your lower back as you walk/look at things together.

NSFW under the cut

Cinnabar doesn’t quite have the same experience on the field as she does in bed despite how many people fawn over her. It’s completely new territory, but one she’s willing to explore with you.

Cinnabar can’t seem to keep her gaze focused on you— eyes screwed shut in embarrassment. Both when she’s on top of underneath you, she gets far too embarrassed in these intimate and close moments.

Cinnabar would squirm beneath you, her fingers trembling as she grips the bedsheets so tight if you so much as ghost your fingers over her skin. You haven’t even done anything, yet she feels like you’ve done everything and more with the smallest of actions. Make sure to take things slow so the two of you can savor the experience.

On the same note, Cinnabar would always be checking in with you when she’s going down on you. Asking if her fingers feel good as they run over your slit or when she’s fingering your cute pussy. She cares about your wellbeing, and will communicate that throughout your steamy session together.

She doesn’t ever want to hurt you. Sweet baby just wants to make you feel good first and foremost. She’s not kinky at all, rather simply vanilla (and vanilla is good 😤) and tries things (that don’t involve hurting or degrading you) only if you ask her to. She’d never think of doing anything kinky, more so because it doesn’t ever cross her mind.

All in all, Cinnabar makes up for her lack of experience with a desperation and eagerness to please you. Even if you’re the one trying to treat her, Cinnabar would rather see you pleasured and treated well. Her satisfaction is derived from how good you feel after all, so it's a win win‼️

#ptn x reader #ptn cinnabar #cinnabar x reader #ptn cinnabar x reader #🌺.hibiscus writes

[prisoner-of-sin]

all the wolf-like strong possessive and powerful sinners become domestic puppies after their child is born i swear to god. soft and nice bunny-like sinners get extremely supportive and even softer than before and mischievous cat-like or bird-like sinners become an absolute disaster they spoil their child as much as they can and they teach them lots of... things. not always the best things but hey does it matter? who cares! their child is happy! they're laughing and smiling and simply enjoying their parent's company. so what matters more? some social policies...? never!

YAASSSS I AGREE 1000% this is gonna get long so I'll need to put a read more...I got carried away 😳 If you want more added, lemme know! 🤩

Zoya becomes a very compassionate and protective parent. She always makes sure to deal with her children's needs while helping you out with anything around the house. She dresses up, tea dates, and spoils them!

Rahu is a bit awkward still and more protective than any other parent. She will ensure their safety no matter what and might be deemed around them too much. However, she has the gentlest touch with them because she's afraid of harming them in anyway.

Ninety-Nine has a bit of clueless aura with her. She never envisioned herself as a parent, but here she is. She relies heavily on you until she gets her own groove, but she is very loving and caring to her children. She may teach them a few nasty habits!

Shalom is ironically a tender and loving parent. She teaches her children so much about the world but doesn't shy away from the bad. She warns them and prepares them when their older. She loves having tea parties with them and sitting down reading books with them.

Langley is one of the strictest parents out of the women. It's simply because she expects so much from her children and knows they can do it! She is very caring and teaches them all they need to know. She prefers sitting with them and teaching them, not some tedious tea parties. A little coaxing she'll cave.

Coquelic is very supportive and yet stern. She has a very creative view of everything. She insists on her children to look into gardening, but if they dont, it's okay! She supports them no matter what they choose to do and encourages with a smile on her lips.

Cinnabar is the most fun-loving mother. She's protective, caring, compassionate, and soft. She looks out for every one of her children with a watchful eye and does whatever they want to do, as long as it's not bad, of course! She always insists on family time to form a bond that is one of the strongest yet. Her family means everything to her.

#claire talks #path to nowhere #ptn #path to nowhere x reader #ptn x reader #path to nowhere langley #path to nowhere zoya #path to nowhere ninety-nine #path to nowhere shalom #path to nowhere rahu #path to nowhere coquelic #path to nowhere cinnabar

[ghostlynighty]

You want request?

Can I get uhhhh PtN Cinnabar (and/or Zoya) with a fem!chief (or gn) who is insecure about their body weight?

Zoya with sinner fem!reader who is insecure about their body weight.

parings : Zoya x sinner fem!reader

requested? : yup

warning(s) : talking about body insecurity, i might have not talked about it well in this fic, might be ooc zoya

uh hey there, thanks for the request! I decided to make reader a sinner since I would like to make chief her own character. I also only picked Zoya since I do not know much about Cinnabar yet. I hope that is okay.

also, please do tell me if i wrote anything wrong with this. making fics with these kinds of topics is really hard for me.

The monthly check up, the moment you don’t really like. It's where the MBCC would conduct a routine check up for all of the sinners to see if something is wrong. This monthly routine check up is mostly for sinners but staff get check ups too.

You are a sinner that has been arrested by the MBCC and unlike sinners who resisted, you did not. You are going to be locked up forever and be “used” by the chief sure, but at least the food is free and there is a not so comfy bed to sleep on. There are so many of these “routines” that the bureau conducts, one of them is this medical check up. This was no problem to you at the start, you actually wanted to know if something is wrong with you and is always compliant but as of the recent ones however, you started to feel nervous about this, anxious even. It's not like the doctors and staff abuse you, it's just that recently, you’re starting to feel a little insecure about yourself, especially with your body and weight. You guessed that being locked up alongside these beautiful sinners with amazing bodies made you like this.

Your girlfriend, Zoya, the commander of the Legion, has started to notice this. You no longer wear your usual outfit that shows your skin, you now wear sweaters and long sleeved clothes which is not a problem to Zoya, she finds you really adorable in these actually. Her only problem was, it gets very very hot in the bureau, especially in the afternoon when you and her would go to the outdoors area to hang out. Zoya noticed right away what the cause was and she was determined to let you know that you shouldn't be thinking about those things. 

At the moment, you were waiting in line for the check up, you tried hiding your anxiousness. You tried not to think about the doctors weighing you or only being in your undies while they check up on you.

Oh god, please make this stop-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt someone pull you away and lead you to a room. Looking up, you saw that it was your girlfriend.

“Zoya? Why are we here?” Your body acted into its own accord, hugging Zoya to calm yourself down. Your girlfriend could feel how much you were shaking and instantly wrapped her arms around you.

“I saw you were having a hard time there, is everything okay?” Zoya asked you as gently as she could, knowing that this topic is sensitive to anyone who is going through this. Your girlfriend does not want to force you into telling her what’s wrong, but you can see from the way she looks at you that she already knows your trouble.

“I’m just…I just don’t feel…good?” You tried to tell her vaguely, hoping that she would get it immediately. Zoya pulled away from the hug, looking into your eyes.

“Babe, it's okay, you can tell me and if you don’t want to, that’s also okay. I just want to help you in any way I can.”

Closing your eyes with a deep breath, you released it all to Zoya. How you don’t feel confident in yourself and in your body anymore, how you think you’re so heavy and that you need to lose weight, everything. You told Zoya everything while she listened, wiping your tears from time to time.

When you were finished, you two just stood there, arms wrapped around each other.

“Look and listen to me, you are beautiful. You always have been. There’s nothing wrong with having a little weight, you know? Believe me when I say you’re so fucking hot. I mean, have you seen some of those sinners who look at you?” You chuckled, wiping your tears as you remember those moments when random sinners would flirt with you, making Zoya annoyed that she would always let them know that you are hers and hers only.

“I’m not really good at these, but what I’m saying is, there’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly fine, perfectly healthy and…perfectly beautiful.”

“Thank you Zoya and I’m sorry that I only told you about this now.”

“There’s no need to apologise, but know that I am always here, okay? Now let’s go for your check up. If you want, I can come with you during your turn.”

It took you a couple of seconds to reply, not believing that a violent person like Zoya could be so gentle with you. You grabbed her cheeks, placing a soft kiss on it.

“I would love that.”

#nighty post #path to nowhere #path to nowhere imagines #ptn zoya #ptn zoya x reader #zoya x reader #ptn

[ink-sinner]

hand-in-hand

— cinnabar x chief

genre : fluff

warnings : none.

wordcount : 1,360

summary : you're not sure when it started; you remember casually clinging onto her arm or holding her hand as normally as stepping out into the sun, and then you started tugging on just her clothes. and then you just stopped touching her altogether.

The moonlight ripples in the still lake, fleeting in the shallow depths like the faint clouds that sweep across its sky. Out here, you are far enough from the dust of the city that you can see the outline of the stars above, and they lay out before you within your reflection in the water.

It's a rare, peaceful moment tonight. Between the bruised landscape of Syndicate and the sleek, sharp edges of Eastside, this thin strip of nature bubbles amidst the sunken rocks and rusted metal, winking mischievously at the faint light it touches. Moss grows in the steps leading to the half-sunken bridge, and follows your steps to the cobbled pathway where you stop, and peer down at the blurry edge of the lake.

You were right. This place looks lovely at night.

“We're here,” you say, and spin around to smile at Cinnabar. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

Cinnabar pauses from admiring the scenery, to blink at you. She exhales, and distinctly, you can hear a hint of laughter as she smiles and bows her head down. “It's beautiful.”

“Hey, don't laugh at me!” Frowning, you playfully punch her shoulder, and then withdraw immediately. “Whoops. I mean, sorry. Force of habit.”

Ignoring the sudden hush that falls, you rest your foot on the space between the ridges of the old bridge, and hoist yourself up. Cinnabar steps forward to keep you steady, but her hand falls to her side before she can touch you.

You look at her. She's watching you, looking a little lost. The moonlight seeps the color from her eyes, and her irises turn gray in the dark.

“Cinna?” You sit on the railing, and lean back with a teasing smile. “Something the matter?”

She raises her head, and blinks, and shakes her head. Her lips curve into a quiet smile, and the clouds fall to cover the moon before you can see it fade. “No, it's nothing.”

When the moon peeks from behind the clouds again, Cinnabar has already turned away, leaning her elbows against the railing. The nighttime breeze teases the choppy strands of her hair; you reach out to tuck it behind her ear.

And stop. Cinnabar looks at you, and you raise your hand to hide an embarrassed cough.

. . . It's kind of awkward. You scratch the back of your head, busily watching the water play with the streaks of light on its surface. It's barely interesting enough to warrant such deep interest, but you are feeling exceedingly embarrassed the longer you feel Cinnabar's stare on your skin.

She calls out your name, in a voice so gentle you can't help but look up.

There's a wounded look in her eyes, reminiscent of a kicked puppy. You don't really know what you did wrong, if you even did anything wrong, but your hand itches to pat her head and hug her reassuringly.

“Yeah?” you ask instead. The grainy texture of the bridge scratches your fingertips.

It takes her a while to speak up again. “Um, I've been wondering about something.”

You tip your head, hum, waiting.

She finally looks away. “I was wondering . . . Do you . . . Did I do something wrong?”

“Huh?” You blink, and frown. “No? What makes you think you did?”

The ring on her middle finger winks at you. She’s playing with it absently, tracing the faded engraving on the surface of the metal, lips pursed at the distance. Below, the water rises, lapping at the shore, and when it subsides again, it leaves the grass and the pebbled steps wet.

Cinnabar sighs. “It’s just . . . I noticed you don’t seem to like touching me that much anymore?”

Oh.

“Oh.” Now, you're the one who's avoiding her eyes, and Cinnabar is the one watching you intently. Her breath falls on your skin, warm enough to burn, and you tighten your grip on the cold railing of the bridge. “I . . . I'm not . . . That's not true . . .”

But Cinnabar only deflates. “Is that so,” she says softly, and drops her gaze.

The sound of waves lapping and crickets chirping fill in the silence. You gnaw on your lip.

It’s uncomfortable. Your chest swirls with a heavy feeling, and you shift in your seat. Your breath mists in the chilly night air.

“Sorry,” you say. “I didn't mean to say that.”

Cinnabar looks at you expectantly.

Now that you're thinking of it, you're not sure when it started; you remember casually clinging onto her arm or holding her hand as normally as stepping out into the sun, and then you started tugging on just her clothes. And then you just stopped touching her altogether.

Why did you stop touching her?

“I guess I just thought you didn't like it,” you say. Your hand comes up, tangles with strands of your hair, and tugs.

You thought it was a logical conclusion, at the time, and stuck to it like glue. Cinnabar never rejects you on anything, and she’s always too nice to say anything, but vaguely, you remember noticing her freezing up at even the slightest brush of your skin against hers – you couldn’t really be sure if she was embarrassed, or uncomfortable, so eventually, you started keeping your distance, even as you started to date.

Oh. So that was it. You kick your feet up, and wince at the dull throb of pain where your soles hit the bridge.

“I don't mind,” Cinnabar says, softly. You keep your gaze on the ground, on the silhouette of your shadow broken by the bricks and the scattered stones. “I . . . Actually, I like it when you touched me.”

“Oh,” you say. You think you sound like you don't believe her. You're not sure.

“I really don't mind,” she says again, and her gaze is so intense you feel as if exposed under her scrutiny. Her low voice feels especially rough tonight. You shiver. “Especially if it's you.”

“Oh,” you say again, because you can't think of anything to say. You swallow, and raise your eyes to meet hers, and you might as well melt from the heat of her attention.

You were wrong. Not even the moonlight can steal the vivid colors of her irises. Her eyes glint in the fair light, a dreamy hue that makes you lightheaded. You lick your lips, and slowly drag your hand until your fingers overlap with hers. Her skin is so warm.

Her breath catches, and you watch her cheeks fill with red.

“Is this okay?” you ask.

“It's okay,” she says.

You cover her hand with yours. “How about this?”

“It's okay.”

Your hand trails up her arm, tracing the sleeve of her jacket, and you press hard enough to feel the skin beneath, the curve of her muscles and the faint sensation of warmth underneath. You rest your hands on her shoulders, and wrap your arms around her, after a moment of hesitation.

“How about now?”

Even the tips of her ears are red. Still, Cinnabar holds your gaze steadily. “It's okay.”

You tug her closer, slotting her between your legs, and you stay like that for a while. Her eyes on yours, her hands on your waist; you squeeze your knees against her hips, and rub circles on her shoulder blade.

Your heart pounds in the space between your bodies.

“What about this?” Your voice has fallen to a whisper. Barely a shift in the air, barely there.

“It's okay.” She has started whispering, too.

“Are you sure?”

Your forehead touches hers. She peers up at you through her lashes, half-lidded and pretty.

“I'm sure.”

You are close enough to kiss. You breathe in the air she exhales, and it makes you dizzy.

“Sure-sure?”

Cinnabar smiles at you, and you think you must be so annoying right now. But she smiles at you patiently, and squeezes your waist. “I'm sure-sure.”

You lick your lips again, and raise your hand to cup her flushed cheek. Cinnabar leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

You can barely hear yourself over the sound of your heartbeat pounding. “Can I . . . Can I kiss you?”

A beat, and she breathes out, “Yes.”

So you lean in, and press your lips against hers.

#path to nowhere #cinnabar #ptn cinnabar #cinnabar x reader #ptn x reader

[sinsmockingbird]

A GOOD DOG WATCHES | Cinnabar

PAIRING: Cinnabar x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Dom!Reader, Sub!Characrer, Lingerie, Masturbation, Restraints, Brief Crying, Slight Begging, Cinnabar is referred to as a dog

AUTHORS NOTE: I'm very normal about my Cinnabae and I haven't been drowning in my thoughts/daydreams of this woman.

IT WASN'T often that you'd be in a mood to tease Cinnabar. But since she's been busy with missions and you haven't had enough time to spend with one another, you decided you wanted to.

You were lying back on her bed in her cell, dressed in very revealing lingerie. You had your legs spread wide open, showing off your glistening cunt, and the sight of you plunging two of your fingers in between your folds, letting out the most beautiful sounds.

Cinnabar was sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed, completely bare with her hands tied behind her back. She was breathing so heavily, writhing in the chair and letting out pretty whimpers, her eyes wide and filled with desperate need as she stared at the sight of you fingering yourself. It was causing her own pussy to throb in pain between her legs, needing desperate friction.

"F-Fuck, baby please..." Cinnabar whined, tugging at her restraints to no avail, whining as you began to briefly finger yourself faster, causing your moans to increase in pitch.

God, this was torture for the woman.

"Uh uh, baby," You chuckled, a sly smile on your face as you gazed at Cinnabar, finding joy in her suffering as she pressed her thighs together. "Remember, a good dog watches."

That caused her to groan and throw her head back, distaste filling her mouth. Couldn't you see that watching you pleasure yourself while she couldn't was actually torture for her? Sure she was your good, obedient dog, but even dogs will go mad when a treat is dangled in front of them, just out of reach.

"Damn it," She muttered under her breath, squeezing her thighs together more tightly, clenching her jaw as she lifts her head again, eyes immediately going back to between your legs.

You were moving your fingers easily in and out of your pussy, slick glistening and dripping down your thighs, while your clit throbbed. You made sure Cinnabar had a perfect view, seeing the way you dragged hour nails against your inner walls, or the way you pressed on your clit and rubbed it with the palm of your hand.

You looked so perfect. Head thrown back and mouth agape as constant moans filtered from your mouth. Your thighs were beginning to shake, your pleasure building up, a need for release growing.

"Oh god," Cinnabar let out a shaky breath, hands straining against the restraints around her wrists. She knew your signs, so she knew you were reaching your climax.

"E-Eyes on me," Your voice was shaky, barely calling out to Cinnabar. She looks up with wide eyes, meeting yours.

You both stared at one another, and Cinnabar could feel her hips buck up into the air when you reached your high. She watched, desperation and need to hold you apparent, as your head was thrown back, eyes rolling into your head. You own hips bucked up, legs shaking as you came, cumming all over your hand.

Then you collapsed back on the bed, trying to catch your breath while pulling your shaky hand from between your legs. It was silent for a moment, until you heard Cinnabar's whimpers and the sound of her struggling in the chair she was restrained to.

A smirk spread across your lips, and you slowly opened your eyes, watching Cinnabar. Her head was bowed forward, mouth hung open as she tried to grind her cunt against the chair, seeking some semblance of friction on her own aching pussy.

"Awe, poor doggy is so desperate," You cooed, making Cinnabar sob a bit, watching as she desperately nodded her head.

"God yes! Agh, I need you, baby," Cinnabar whined, looking up at you with teary eyes, something that had you smiling.

You shakily got up from the bed, walking towards her. You moved behind, leaning down to kiss her neck while you began to undo the intricate knots of her restraints. She's breathing heavily, whimpering as she waits in anticipation, while tilting her head to the side for you, allowing you more access to her neck.

"Be a good dog for me, okay?" You purred against her ear, and she rapidly nodded her head. With that, you undid the last knot, letting her free.

As soon as Cinnabar was free, she sprang up from the chair, her desperation clear as she grabbed your arm. But you were the one in charge, so you stopped her movements, before shoving her down onto her bed. She let's out a gasp, but allows her body to hit the mattress, while looking up at you.

"Didn't I just tell you to be good for me?" You asked, giving her a sneer as you moved on top of her, settling yourself to straddling her lap.

"F-Fuck, I'm sorry baby-" Cinnabar quickly tried to apologize, but you cut her off but grabbing one of her legs and placing it over your shoulder, while pressing your glistening cunts together.

"None of that now," You growled, watching Cinnabar throw her head back against the bed, a choked sob escaping her mouth at feeling your pussy against hers. "You can touch my hips, baby, but if you make any movements, you'll just be restrained again and forced to watch."

The threat hangs heavy in the air, and Cinnabar is determined to make sure you don't see through to it. Sure she had the treat in her grasp, but now all she had to do was stare at it, watching that treat move so tantalizingly in front of her.

After all, a good dog watches, and Cinnabar was one of the best.

ENDING NOTES: This has been in my drafts for a while now, and just got to finishing it up. Enjoy this little treat.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins writings #path to nowhere #ptn smut #cinnabar #ptn!cinnabar #sub!cinnabar #cinnabar x reader #cinnabar x you

[purpleberiii]

Just found out my sister about to put my family into debt by making her wedding. I'm so stressed and need a distraction.

Anyway, choking with Zoya. Soft sex with Hamel. Fucking on a bike with Bai Yi. Putting a leash on Rahu. Having Shalom ride you. Oral (giving and receiving) with Cabrnet (idk if I spelled her name right). Office sex with Langley. Pain play with chief (she might be into it with how much she puts herself into trouble). Cockwarming with Cinnabar. Teasing and edging with miss Quinn (for the love of my I couldn't spell her name). Testing Eureka's inventions on her. Machoisam with Machiato (? Idk if I spelled her name 2#). Praise kink and overestimulation with Eleven (+Voice kink, she'd be into anything as long as it involved your voice). Andibejn give me idea for Stargazer.

Ahem, ahem I luv you more (*^ω^), now gimme a hug ＼(^^)／

Aww I'm so sorry to hear that (＞x＜)

So here's your distraction 🤤

Zoya is absolutely into choking. She loves when you fuck her and wrap your hands tightly around her throat. She'll even tell you things that makes you all riled up and later you'll take it all out by cooking and fucking her till she sees the stars.

Soft sex is the best sex for Hamel. Since she's such an easy spoken person, and everything about her screams elegance and quiet, she'd be into the softer side of you. Fucking her slowly but deep and tell her sweet things and praises, she'll be absolutely putty in your hands in no time.

Bend Bai Yi over her bike and fuck her into submission. She'll scream and cream all she wants but will absolutely do anything to make you go faster. After all, she loves things that are fast ;)

Rahu with a leash makes you go feral. Tug on her leash with her hands tied behind your back as she gives you the best head of your life. With that leash, she feels completely owned by you.

Shalom is a power bottom. She loves giving you orders and telling you how she wants you to fuck her. Her honey voice will make you absolutely Melt. Her favourite position is cowgirl. It makes her feel more powerful and dominant even though at the end, she's the one with a squirting pussy and shaking legs.

Cabernet loves a feast. Her favourite one however is you. Be it whether she's giving you heads or you're giving her, she just loves it. She loves giving you head more than anything, saying that you taste delicious than anything she's ever eaten.

Langley is a busy woman, packed with stress. So whenever she barges in your office, don't expect anything else from her other than sex. Immediately your schedule will be cleared for the next five hours and the only thing that could be heard from your office is skin clapping, moans and screams.

Chief is a masochist. She loves pain and anything related to pain (only during sex ofc). Drip candle wax on her body, fuck her while spanking her, pull her hair when she's giving you heads. Do anything to make her feel pain and you'll have her cumming in less time than you intended.

Cinnabar is a pure baby but that pure baby loves cock. Her favourite thing to do is to cockwarm you during office time. It'll feel good when you have her sitting on your cock, squeezing your dick every second. At some point, she'll even ride you and then it'll turn into a full blown fuck session.

Quinn is absolutely into edging and teasing. Although she'll get frustrated, she loves the feeling of being denied that pleasure but when she does come, expect her to come hard and fast.

Since Eureka loves inventing new stuff, it wouldn't hurt to try these inventions on her, especially that vibrating dildo she created or that self moving dildo, one that she will just put in her cunt and it wil automatically thrust into her. Oh the pleased expression on your face.

Just like chief, Macchiato is a masochist. Anything related to pain will cause Macchiato pleasure. Like they say, pain is pleasure, and that's macchiato's motto. Treat her like a toy, toss her around like she's nothing but a ball, make her bounce on your cock while you stick a vibrator in her ass. All these things will get her cumming quick and hard.

Eleven loves the sound of your voice and she loves when you tease her until she can't take it anymore. Fuck her and give her praises will make her see stars. Dirty talk to her while you fuck her. Finger her while she hosts her channel and when she's on the verge of coming,pull it out. When she does get what she wants, tell her how a good girl she's been and how good she was for you. Eleven will make an absolute mess on the bed.

Stargazer is into bondage and fucking in risky places. The thought of someone possibly catching her while you're buried deep inside of her will have her cumming fast. Tie her up and put a ball gag in her mouth and stick a vibrator up her pussy while you absolutely drill into her ass. Oh boy, stargazer will indeed see the stars.

Also, I love you more my adorable yet horny berii (❁´◡`❁)(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎

#path to nowhere #ptn #ptn cinnabar #ptn zoya #ptn bai yi #ptn eleven #ptn shalom #ptn rahu #ptn Macchiato #ptn langley #ptn hamel #ptn quinn #ptn eureka #ptn x reader #ptn thirsts #ptn smut #path to nowhere smut

[ptn-imagines]

Hi there! Glad to see another PtN focused blog. Do you have any romantic sfw and nsfw headcanons for Sumire and Chief!reader? I feel that Sumire is a great partner but she gets overshadowed by the more popular Sinners paired with Chief, so I’d love to see her get more, well, love! Thanks!

You're absolutely right! I've loved Sumire for a long time and this ask finally got me to do her interrogation. I love her even more now! I feel like she's up there with Cinnabar on the list of potential perfect partner candidates!

NSFW below the cut.

Sumire x Chief (SFW+NSFW)

Even after everything, Sumire has a habit of being distant, watching Chief from afar with a wistful gaze in her eyes. They weren’t blind to it, and were more than aware that she was still protecting them from threats in the shadows.

They also, as time went on, began to understand that Sumire viewed them as more than just a friend. There was a certain fond adoration in the assassin’s eyes when she looked at them,  and her smile always seemed to turn brighter when she saw them.

It was… cute, if the Chief was being honest with themself. Sumire’s behavior was very charming indeed, and… well, she was pretty. Sumire didn’t seem to think much of herself and her scarred, worn body, but the more Chief gazed upon her, the more they found themself appreciating her as if she were the moon itself, or a particularly breathtaking piece of artwork.

Chief considered their options. It was very much against rules for them to be in a relationship with a Sinner, but Sumire was an assassin, after all; subtlety was the name of the game for her. Surely she could keep a relationship clandestine.

Chief wasn’t sure how to express their feelings in words, though, so they resorted to another language they knew Sumire would understand: flowers. Using the guise of a minor dispatch mission, the Chief brought Sumire to an Eastside park underneath the full moon and presented her with a bouquet of seven red roses, three sunflowers, and a medley of primroses, violets, and, of course, cherry blossoms.

Even if Sumire hadn’t understood their meaning (she had, of course; what sort of Garden assassin wouldn’t?), receiving a bouquet in a setting such as this can only mean one thing. Her eyes widened, and the Chief couldn’t help but focus on the shocked ‘o’ her lips formed, beautiful even when surprised.

The pale moonlight showed the blush emerging on Sumire’s pale skin as she accepted the bouquet – and with it, the confession. She held the flowers close as though afraid she might drop them, and the two stood in silence for a moment, the night breeze gently playing with their hair.

“Chief, I never thought…” Sumire stopped, seeming to reconsider her words, before continuing. “I’m honored that you’d pick me above all others. My feelings for you… I have loved you for a long time now.”

The rest of the night is spent innocently, the two laying in the park watching the night sky and talking in hushed voices. The only sign that something had changed was when Sumire returned with the Chief’s jacket around her shoulders – her explanation was simply that the Chief had given it to her, worried that she might catch a chill (which, in all fairness, was true).

As Chief had expected, Sumire expertly kept their relationship hidden – she acted much the same as she always did around the Chief, and her lingering close by but also at a distance was simply her normal, so nobody questioned it.

Well, Coquelic and Garofano noticed. Still, their primary concern was that Sumire was happy, so they didn’t make a fuss out of it, aside from some teasing remarks and well-wishes (and threats towards Chief when Sumire wasn’t in earshot. Chief was very, very glad they had no intentions of breaking Sumire’s heart.)

While affairs at the Bureau contained business as normal, a discerning eye might notice that the Chief was taking Sumire as an escort on a staggering amount of “nighttime dispatches.” These mainly consisted of walks (in well-lit parks) and visits to the theaters of Eastside, as most of the nightlife was not to their liking, but the day held too much risk of being caught.

Still, occasionally they’d find a 24-hour cafe or some such that they’d both become enamored with; they’d become regulars at those places, albeit not too regular just in case.

Overall, while their relationship was quiet and fairly lowkey, both Chief and Sumire were happier than they had ever been. Each saw the other as a break from the hectic bustle of their daily lives, and both couldn’t imagine parting from each other. Theirs is a relationship that is likely to stay together, even if official marriage isn’t in the cards for a relationship such as theirs.

They don’t often have the opportunity to have sex, but when they do, Sumire is entirely focused on Chief’s pleasure. The Chief attends to her as dutifully as they can, of course, but the simple fact of the matter is that the Chief’s pleasure is Sumire’s pleasure; usually she reaches her own climax not long after they do.

Sumire doesn’t enjoy penetrative sex very much, and much prefers to orally pleasure the Chief. Inexperience means that it can be messy at times, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. Sumire’s devotion makes up for any shortcomings.

Sumire’s instinctive nature is gentle sex, but if the Chief asks for it rough, she will oblige with a surprising fierceness that serves as a reminder that every rose has thorns.

When it comes to kink, Sumire is very vanilla. She’s willing to try some of the tamer stuff if Chief wants it, but it’s very much not her thing, and she’ll gently but firmly assert her boundaries on this.

That being said, she enjoys the artistry of shibari and is in fact very skilled at it; apparently, in addition to finding the end product beautiful, it also calms Sumire’s mind. When asked by the Chief about how she got so skilled with the ropes, Sumire admitted that she had been practicing on herself for quite a long time.

Aftercare with these two is usually a shared bath, washing each other’s hair and bodies. Afterwards, they have a tendency to fall asleep in each other’s arms, comfortable and blissed. It’s probably this that poses the biggest risk of exposure to their relationship, but hey, they haven’t been found out yet…

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