#ptn raven

[nqctre]

[shalomniscient]

Successfully gained a severe baby fever after reading your sevchino, so now i'm curious which PTN women do you think who would go for a big big family? Like, one day they'd come from behind and slowly wrap their arms around your waist while muttering in your ear, "don't you think it's time to give them a new little sibling?" So casually like there were no 5 little oompa loompas scattered all around the house.

ANNE send tweet. she could come back from work, tired as all hell and see you sleeping on the couch with four pink-haired little humans all draped on top of you in a big sleeping pile and immediately start thinking about adding a fifth. maybe she'll finally get one that looks like you. also, raven. another sinner who loves kids and the idea of having kids, i feel. her enthusiasm towards raising her little hatchlings never falters, despite how difficult it can get sometimes.

rahu and zoya are also here but in the sense that they can't get enough of you so it's always unwrapped when they tap and if you get pregnant ??? well that's great !!! another pup to the litter. rahu and zoya smother their kids with so much love it's crazy. rahu's a little wet and soggy about it like "i can't believe i made a human..." while zoya is that one cool dad in that meme who holds her kids up by the ankles.

ok maybe i'm crazy for this one but eirene? i feel she'd entertain the idea of founding a straight up dynasty by having like four kids to inherit each branch of quinn when they're older or something, lmao. while we're on the topic of the rich bitches of the mbcc, i'll also add chelsea. could not explain why beyond simply vibes. she, like rahu and zoya, just seems like the type to be so obsessed with you and hence obsessed with the little babies you pop out that are a mix of you and her. chelsea's kids are the most spoiled brats on the planet, though.

[ptn-imagines]

Can I get headcanons of Raven,Zoya and Hella(platonic) reacting to fem cheif acting nochalant to Hella calling her mom

(coughs) I'm alive! Here's your request and thank you for your patience.

Raven, Zoya and Hella reacting to f!Chief reacting nonchalantly to being called “mom” by Hella

Raven

Honestly? Raven’s first reaction is to laugh. Really, really hard. It’s funny to her.

When her giggles fade away, though, she’s all smiles and sparkles, as Raven tends to be.

“Aw, isn’t that adorable, Chief? Looks like you’ve got a chick all of your own, now!” She will keep making comments like this, and god knows that neither Chief nor Hella will be able to stop her.

As something of a mom herself, not to mention a teacher, Raven likes to give Chief “parenting tips” from then on out. Some of them are a little silly. Some are things that Chief already knew. And other things are complete godsends that Chief has no idea what she’d do without.

Also, if she wasn’t inspired to write parenting help books before, she is now. As with most of Raven’s self-published textbooks, they fall into the category of “surprisingly useful but lacking in professionalism.” Still, Raven’s advice certainly won’t hurt a child… but Chief nevertheless figures it’s best not to mention how helpful the book actually is.

Raven also definitely drags Chief into chats about their kids. She’s a proud mama bird and will brag about Crache and her achievements until the cows come home. Naturally, she’s also incredibly supportive and proud of Hella, too – she’s her teacher, after all!

She will also absolutely prod Chief into accepting the title of “mother” to other kids in the Bureau. Hecate, Oliver, Dolly, OwO, Yanyan, Lynn, you name it and she’s already assigned the role of “Chief’s kid” to them. Good thing Chief had pretty much already accepted that role!

She also makes jokes that Chief can be Crache’s stepmom from time to time. Crache hates it. Raven’s kids, when they find out, won’t shut up about it. It definitely fuels the Raven x Chief gossip train that’s going on in her class.

Zoya

After the shock fades, the first thing Zoya feels is… warmth. She feels warm and fuzzy inside.

At first she has absolutely no idea why she’s feeling like this, and it baffles her. Okay, Chief didn’t care that Hella called her mom, that’s cool, why is it making her feel all weird inside?

It takes a few days for it to click with Zoya that what she’s feeling is affection. Seeing the Chief be accepted into a maternal role, caring for a young Sinner, made Zoya feel affectionate towards her.

Okay, great, she figured out what the weird feeling was, but Zoya still doesn’t understand the why. She thinks to her own life as a point of reference. Sure, Horo looks up to her as a role model, but Zoya always saw herself as a big sister/mentor figure to her, not so much a mother.

The answer, when it finally comes to her after another few days of dwelling on it, hits her like a bolt of lightning. It completely freezes her in her tracks as she tries to process the realization she just had: she felt affection because the Chief behaving motherly towards Hella? She found it cute.

Frankly, this realization opens a whole can of worms that Zoya is not emotionally equipped to face right now, so she seals that can right back up. But some things can never be fully repaired to the way they once were, and well, Zoya tries to comfort herself by thinking that surely she isn’t the only person who thinks of the Chief in such a manner. Surely.

Hella

Hella is, in a word, mortified. It was embarrassing enough that she’d accidentally called Chief mom, and it was even more embarrassing that Chief had accepted it so easily!

She still tries to play it off as an accident or a joke, though. She would rather the ground open up and swallow her than be seen as Chief’s daughter for real! Besides, she’s a proud, independent Syndican who relies on herself. She doesn’t need a mother!

…And yet… there is that tiny part of her, that part of her that made the slip-up in the first place. The part that she hates. That part of her that is still a terrified little girl, who wants nothing more than the comfort of a maternal figure. No matter what Hella tries, she can’t fully deny that that part of her exists.

…but Ninety-Nine is the only family she needs, so the idea that Chief is a mother to her is ridiculous, and anyone who ever believed that crap is stupid!

But… the slip-ups happen more and more often, and each time, Chief takes it in stride. Every time, it makes Hella burn with embarrassment, but as time goes on, she begins to realize that… hey, this isn’t so bad.

Of course, she still has her pride. She’ll never openly admit to see the Chief as a mother in a public setting. But in private… Well, maybe then it’s okay to willingly call the Chief “mom,” and to cling to her for comfort after a nightmare and to otherwise be vulnerable around her.

Of course, she still makes sure that Chief knows that if she leaks a word of this to anyone, she’ll bash her stupid skull in! (The whole Bureau knows anyway, but not because of Chief, and they’ll feign innocent for the sake of keeping her skull whole and un-smashed.)

[ringozilla]

Raven and Oak Casket

[crimson-lair]

MBCC DATING SIM: Reasons to Date Raven

Raven had always been curious about the "MBCC Dating Sim" the staffs had invented. As the second person to participate after Cinnabar, she was eager to see what all the fuss was about. However, when you were given the task to go on a date with Raven, you were hesitant to show her the piece of paper that outlined the reasons why you should date her.

The truth was, you were afraid of what Raven might do with the information on the paper. The last thing you wanted was for her to write about it in the newspapers and cause a stir among the other Sinners. You knew that the staffs had warned you not to let Raven see the paper, but her incessant pestering made it hard to resist.

As you hesitated, considering whether or not to let Raven see the paper, you could practically see her mind working overtime, trying to figure out why you were being so cagey. In the end, you keep the paper to yourself, much to her dismay.

Reason No. 1:

Raven can always spruce up your resume for free!

Raven's face twisted into an exasperated expression as she listened to you explain that you wanted her help with your resume. "A resume?" she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief.

"After all the work I've put into crafting sensational headlines and exposing the dark secrets of the upper class, you want me to help with something as mundane as a resume?"

However, her disbelief was quickly replaced by a flicker of amusement, and she shook her head with a small grin. "What a waste of my talents. But since you asked nicely, I suppose I could help you out."

She pulled out a quill and a paper out of nowhere, scrawling down the details you gave her in quick, 'neat' strokes. "Let's see... What kind of position are you applying for? A receptionist? An administrative assistant? A... a..."

She stopped and frowned, her quill pressing down on the paper, leaving ink smudges on it. "Why can't you get a real job?"

Me: CUT! CUT! THAT'S SO OOC! DON'T BREAK THE 4TH WALL

Reason No. 2:

Raven's hair is green, and they say looking at green is good for your eyes!

Raven's confusion was visible on her face. Her long, seaweed-like dark green hair was indeed striking, but she wasn't used to receiving this much attention from someone. The intensity of your gaze made her couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

"Are you... staring at my hair?" she asked, her mouth hanging open slightly. "That's a bit intense, don't you think?"

Then, you surprised her even more when you mentioned that someone had told you that green was good for eyes. Raven raised an eyebrow, visibly confused. "What does that have to do with this?"

Suddenly, it dawned on her what you were getting at, and she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Oh, I see."

"Well, you're in luck then," she said, sending you a wink. "My eyes are also green, so you might as well take a look at them too."

Reason No. 3:

You'll get to learn how to raise ravens!

Raven was excited to show you the pet raven that made up from her abilities. She was proud of the fact that the bird had become quite proficient in speaking and even knew how to say a few phrases like a parrot. However, her excitement quickly turned to embarrassment when the raven suddenly squawked out the words, "Lemme smash."

Raven was completely caught off guard and immediately tried to shut the bird up. "Please excuse its crude language."

"I swear I never taught it anything like that. He must have picked it up from somewhere. Please, just ignore him."

Despite her efforts, the bird continued to repeat the phrase, "Lemme smash."

"Please."

In the end, Raven had to resort to a stern glare and a "Shhhh!" to get the bird to stop.

Maybe you're not destined to raise ravens.

Image by PathtoNowhereEN on Twitter/X

I've never heard of this lemme smash bird meme until recently thanks to some blogs, now I know 👍 but I don't think it's funny enough when I wrote it myself 😭 HELP

Next victim is Dreya >:) but not sure if it'd be comedy like.. hehe

[felacunti]

um

[eliza-dreams]

Path to Nowhere ✦ Raven ✦ Sinner MBCC-S-074

[roysristi]

The emitted History from the Chapter.... To remove the bad thing with hope.......poetic indeed.

[nicknickknacks]

Read this fanfic (Dillywood Film Festival by ZealousPineapple) and came across this passage.

A training session turned impromptu wrestling match you say? 🤭

[lanibijou]

Finally we'll get Fraud libriam art soon, currently it's for upcoming CN update

[ladyrhea]

obviously i have a fixation on raven, because she's so yennefer coded.

[nomorefstogive]

Now, while I do not participate in NNN, I adore the idea of seeing just how long the women of PtN can last before they snap lol, though not all of these shall be as amusing I fear.

That said, let me add how I feel some others would do, following the same format as the original post...hopefully.

Also, Trigger Warnings for Eleven and Cassia's parts, more so Eleven due to self depreciating thoughts and actions, as well as mentions of dependency for really each of the girls to varying extents.

Will fail utterly miserably:

Corso.

The underground fighting circuit women is not one to hold back her desires, but if you word it like a challenge then she might just accept it just so she can boast about it to you later on, or if you offer a tempting enough prize for her she might accept it.

That said, she soon finds that this is a battle that is wholly different from anything she has ever done before, and while she does put up a valiant effort, she is doomed to fail quickly as her desires get the better of her.

Expect her to take a consolatory prize of one orgasm for each day she lasted from you.

Mantis.

She will straight up fail, simply because she has no concept of restraining herself in terms of intimacy and romance, she does what she desires to, and what she desires most is you.

She will probably manage to restrain herself for a day at most before she pounces on you, driven by the fact you no longer bare her scent or mark on you.

Raven.

She will try to last, but the moment she goes to bed and you aren't pulling her flush against you as your fingers find purchase in her folds and you take her till you both can sleep easily, she will falter.

She will try and coax it out of you, surely you can cheat just a little bit?

Just a few touches, a few pinches, surely that doesn't count right?

This is the point where things can end so much easier for both of you, as if you manage to restrain yourself, then you will be treated to a sad and weary birb, desperate for your touch after but a day without receiving it.

She will do all she can to coax you into touching her, taking her, granting her the wings that let her fly high amidst a soaring orgasm into the sky of your love and touch.

Soon you will see her eyes rimmed with bags once more, her writing becomes sloppy, and here and there throughout her writings you will see pleas for you to hold her and make her feel high again.

The pity will overwhelm you, or perhaps the ache will overwhelm her as Raven tackles you and begs you for mercy, to grant her wings to her again with your fingers and tongue and anything, she needs you so much.

Give her the wings she deserves and help her to fly once more won't you?

Eleven:

No.

You do not want to walk this path.

Take it from me, this is a road not even the most wanton of sadists would walk.

Still determined?

Last person with determination like that wiped out a species of innocent monsters, over and over, again and again, all because they couldn't stop themselves.

There's a lesson there for you.

Know when to give up.

...

...

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Still?

...

...

...

Fine.

I.

Warned.

You.

Remember that, okay?

She needs you, you are the pillar of her support, the voice that breathes air into her lungs when she feels like she is drowning under the weight of everyone's desires and words.

You are the warmth that seeps into her and eases the aches and pains of weary muscles, allowing a worn and weary form to fall into blissful slumber for more than a few hours. as you hold her close and hum to her.

You are the anchor that keeps her from falling back into that storm of self doubt and internal chaos, your love the chain that holds her fast and allows her to be able to stand and speak up for herself amidst the maelstrom of this world.

Sex is more than just a way to relieve all of the stress and tension from the day, it is a way to ground herself in your love and this world and in who she is, as long as you are there to hold her, to touch her and savor her, then she can be herself without having to be just the voice at 3 A.M.

But she loves you.

She loves you so fucking much it hurts at times.

So she smiles and grits her teeth as agrees to support you.

She can be brave, she can endure this absence of your fingers and tongue and more, she can be strong and show you that she too has self control and discipline.

Anything to make you happy.

She ends up lasting barely 2 days.

That first night is as close to hell as she has ever experienced, so much stress, so many horrible voices she wants to drown out with you and hers moans and cries, so much exhaustion she can only find escape from within your arms after the stress that stops her from resting is released.

She feels so cold without your fingers in her, so achingly empty that she almost sobs when she falls into bed beside you, tears in her eyes as she takes your hand and puts it where it belongs, right between her legs, soon coating it in the flood of desperate arousal leaking down her thighs.

She needs you to whisper in her ears as you take her, to hear your voice to drown out all of those other horrible voices and grant her the blissful silence of release and-

You don't touch her like she needs you to.

Why?

Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why? WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!WHY?!

Oh...that's right.

You need a break from her.

That's what this whole thing is right?

An excuse to have a break from having to deal with someone so needy and clingy and pathetic like she is.

That's alright though, so long as you are happy, she'll be fine...she'll be fine...

She slides your hand out from where it belongs as she buries her face in her pillow, silently weeping to herself as you sleep beside her.

She'll be fine.

You deserve a brake from dealing with her.

So she'll give it you.

All so you can be happy.

When you see her the next day, her eyes empty and her smile a rictus grin stuck fast to her face as she falls wholly back into the persona she had donned before you held her and loved her, you will feel unease.

When you hear her voice, hoarse and weak, raspy and faint as she speaks to you like she is the Voice at 3 A.M. and not the woman you have spent so long with, you know things are bad.

And when you see the crescent marks on her thighs and arms from where she dug her nails into them to ground herself as she tried to not break down screaming on call and beg for you to take the place of the toy that did nothing for her and only made her feel more miserable as she realized that she is so pathetic she can't even use a piece of fucking plastic to get off so she can focus and not hear you voice instead of her callers, well maybe then you will realize your fuck up.

Or maybe it will take her putting up her walls once more and distancing herself from you, her own health declining as she grants you the break you so desire from her that jolts you to reality.

Though perhaps you need to hear those words yourself to realize how much you have fucked up, hear how little she values herself without you there to support her, to love her, hear how worthless she sees her body as without you to grant it your touch and-

Oh?

Did that get through to you?

Good.

Now do the right thing and take her. She doesn't want it gentle and soft, she wants it long and hard, make her see the cosmos and the infinite expanse beyond them till the sun has risen to its zenith, make her know she is loved.

Don't fuck it up.

She does not deserve it.

Will manage for a little bit before failing:

Rahu.

Bless her heart she sill try, and she may even manage to last about halfway through it, but ultimately she has to deal with too much stress, and she needs you to get rid of it, and she misses your warmth and your touch and can't you see how much she needs you?

Can't you see how much she is silently begging for your touch, for your tongue or fingers, or anything to be given to her, it hurts so much without you in her, without being able to taste you or hear your moans and cries, and once those thoughts start, she fails soon thereafter.

Expect to be pinned to the nearest surface, your clothes torn away as she snarls and growl at you like a feral hound long starved of food presented a bloody steak, she will enjoy devouring each and every morsel of you till her hunger is sated.

Get ready to not be able to walk for a few days afterwards.

Cinnabar.

Oh poor Cinnabar, if you don't tell her what is going on then she will think she did something to upset you, and you can be certain that she will be red as a cherry by the time you finish the explanation.

She will try, since you want to do this so much, she will try her damndest but...

She went so long without being touched, and when you touched her, when you made her wail and cry and moan, it made her feel like a part of her long missing had come home, and soon she came to need your touch as much as she needs oxygen, even though she herself did not realize it.

It will reach a point where either you can no longer stand just how pitiful she looks and take mercy on her, much to her weeping relief, or she will finally reach the point where she pins you to the nearest surface and begs you to touch her, either way, make sure you make it up to her for not touching her for a while, she deserves it.

Sumire.

Sumire, the ever loyal and dutiful flower, she does not like the idea from the start, she has come to crave your touch far too much, to rely on your lips against her own to aid her in finding blissful release and peaceful slumber, to appreciate the idea of being abstinent for any period of time, but if you wish it of her, so shall it be.

With her the signs of her growing tension are easy to miss for most, but not if you pay close enough attention.

Watch how her eyes dart to you, tracing your figure and settling on your lips for but the briefest of seconds as she wonders when the last time she tasted them was, and if you can still recall the taste of her own kiss...what if you forget...

See how she moves to stand closer to you, forsaking the shadows to stand by your side as she tries to savor your warmth through the layers of clothing that separates you, all while contemplating tearing the pieces of cloth to shreds to indulge more freely.

When was the last time she marked you?

What if someone sees you without her marks and thinks you can be theirs?

How naked must you feel without her marks to adorn your flesh, how lonely you must be without knowing you belong to her and she to you...how much longer does she have to go?

Hear the way she breaths in your scent, how she presses her nose to your hair or to your neck as she reminds herself of what you smell like, though she misses the way her own scent entwined with yours and how the aroma of your lovemaking made it all the more heady and delicious.

She is aching.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

Her hands do nothing, just like toys, they get her so painfully close, and yet they are not you, and that makes her whine and cry as her body refuses to allow itself release unless it is you that grants it to her.

Barely half a month for you, is an eternity to her, and it is not the eternity she wishes for, thus she takes it upon herself to remedy the situation after she sees you speaking with someone who is a bit too close for her comfort.

A death glare sends them fleeing as she takes you into her arms and spirits you away to a private area, where she can finally be rid of all these boundaries and release all of the aching tension that has built within her without you.

She will make sure you know who you belong to, and who belongs to you in turn, and she will make you love every single second of it.

Will endure it and then pounce on you:

Shalom.

Well...you know it takes a special breed of lunatic to think you can outlast someone who played a long con on Paradeisos like Shalom, it takes an even more special breed of lunatic to think that she, a woman with near perfect control over herself even with her gradually returning emotions, will succumb to base instinct and desire before you do.

At this point, I am wondering who deserves the shackles more.

Oh she will make it look easy, not even batting and eye as she endures the month, savoring it like one would a fine wine as she allows her desires to build and build, all while she begins to think of all the ways she will have you help her relieve the mounting desire.

Perhaps she will tease you here and there, some caresses here, some mentions of her ideas for what will come when this month is passed there, all to test you, to make you crave the end of it as much as she does.

If you break, then she will simply smile at you and welcome you into her arms, she doesn't mind altering her schedule a bit if it is for you, though she almost wishes you had lasted the whole month, if for no other reason than to see you loose your mind in an even more fantastic display of carnality come its conclusion.

Oh well.

There's always next year, right?

Star Gazer.

Oh little monster, you have no idea the hell you have just brought upon yourself.

Oh she adores the sight of you flush and panting, drenched in sweat and arousal beneath her, savors it more than a thirsty man would the water of an oasis under the searing sun.

But this?

The opportunity to drive you to the point you snap and show her just how much of a monster you can truly be, now that is truly delicious.

Oh little monster, you are in for one hell of a month.

Star Gazer will make every day an exquisite hell of temptation to surpass the last, from bearing more and more skin as she shows off new outfits modeled after the tales and fashions of her home, to dancing for you in provocative ways under the silver moonlight, to showing you some of the more lascivious literature and tales of the White sands.

Perhaps she will bring up the idea of making it a true test of your will, having food and drink from the desert that stokes the libido brought in as a means of seeing just how much it is that you can truly take.

She has scene you failing in the cards, though there is a part of her that wants to see you last the full month, to see you fall part come the end and show her just how monstrous you can be.

But oh she will welcome you anytime, should it all have become too much well before the end, then that is fine too, just so long as you fall into her arms and make her whole once more.

After all, what is the Star Gazer without her Little Monster?

KK.

She handles Bai-Yi and Che every day.

She endures every single bit of chaos and bullshit that comes her way as she helps all those she can, never allowing for weakness to rise through the fortress that she has built herself into over the years.

A month without sex may be annoying for her, but she will manage.

Though whether you will manage to survive her when the month is over without having to visit Anne and Iron is not something she can say for certain.

Oh well, too late to go back now eh?

Will not participate:

Coquelic.

A month without you bare of clothes and writhing in her arms or her doing the same in yours?

A month without your touch caressing her most sacred of places and granting her the pleasure she needs to feel alive?

A month without being able to see you panting and flush in ecstacy after your are both spent from your love making?

Hahahahahaha.

No.

You are her most favorite flower, her most beloved and treasured blossom, and even a day without being able to appreciate the beauty of your moans and cries and touch and scent...the thought makes her sick.

Who knows how long she has left on this plane of being, how long till she hears that scythe raise behind her as the reaper comes to claim its due.

So why would she spend even a day without the one she loves where they belong, in her arms, bare for her, and perhaps her precious Garden, to see and taste and touch till all gathered are content.

She tells you as much, and then she shows you as much when she pins you down, her fragile frame holding you down as the might of an S-Rank Sinner bears down upon you.

Hope you don't mind spending a few days in her bed with her and her flowers, she needs to make sure such foolish thoughts are pruned from your mind like the weeds they are, and she is going be very thorough in doing so.

So just be good for her and lay back and relax, that way both of you can enjoy yourselves.

Hamel.

She does not understand what you are talking about when you try to explain it to her, only understanding that you expect her to last a whole month without her favorite dance partner and her sharing her most beloved dance on her most precious stage.

She will look at you when the realization settles in her mind, a rare frown on her face as she moves forward, pushing you to sit down and then lay down as she begins to dance atop you, her powers ensnaring you as she demonstrates how it was she held back the might of a Black Ring beneath the frigid waters for decades by herself.

Too long she went without touch, unknowing of the most wonderous dance you taught her, and now you expect her to be without it for a whole month?

No.

Something must be wrong, perhaps you suffered an injury to your head during a previous mission that she was unable to tend to with her healing powers, but don't worry, she will make sure that you are all better...when she is finished showing you why denying her a dance she needs is a terrible decision.

Cassia:

Nope.

She needs you, especially since she cannot make you into a perfume to aid her in soothing her hallucinations and nightmares, the scent of your arousal mixing with hers, of your sweat and tears mixing with her own as you both lay panting in overstimulated agonized bliss, is all that permits her a safe passage into the realm of dreams and some respite throughout the day.

She will not last a day without you in her arms and she knows this, and so she simply smiles at you as she pushes you down, her eyes telling you all you need to know as they gleam crimson as she pounces on you, aiming to make sure such a foolish thought never again sullies your mind.

Apologies for the rather abrupt ending, but it is nearly 5:00 a.m. and I am tired lol.

I know we are already in December but like...Hear me out-

NNN but is instead with ptn women

And I made sure to complete this before January~

PTN women during NNN

Type: Highly suggestive fluff (obvious mentions of sex and sexual acts)

Characters: Garofano, Cabernet, Chelsea, Langley, Eirene, Bai Yi, Chameleon

Can imagine any reader

Will win all the way through

CABERNET, LANGLEY

Yes, Cabernet has restraint. She has said it herself that she can wait for the ultimate taste to nurture and bloom. She can hold herself back for a month if you promise to compensate her well in the end; however, tempt her too much and you might just regret it. She won't come at you herself, but if you push her too much and are unable to hold back then she won't stop either.

Langley would make it a little challenge for you- "Prove your loyalty devotion to your boss by holding back for a month, rookie~". She will tease you the whole month and literally make you drip for her, all the while she's perfectly fine and unbothered. She doesn't have a high libido, but she loves seducing her rookie in all sorts of ways until you beg her to touch you. She knows you are going to be all over her the second the month ends.

Won't last more than 3 days

BAI YI, CHELSEA

Oh my god, these 2 horny mfs. Ahem, seriously tho neither of them can hold back their urges they are so needy. Chelsea may as well use some of her sugar mommy authority and make you obey to her needs, or she might just seduce you with sweet words and promises of pleasing you and honestly, who are you to deny? If your sugar mommy wants to be fucked, then you better be a good sugar baby and do what she wants~

Bai Yi is just..... no words, she just can't hold back her seductive teasing. She may have promised she'll comply and support you but this cheeky woman never had any intentions to let you win, she was already touchy before and now even more. She rubs her ass on your crotch with all innocent intentions, will press her boobs on your chest and snuggle up to you. And her voice? You'll melt in no time.

Will last halfway

EIRENE, GAROFANO

Eirene is needy, but she's too prideful to admit it. She'll take it as a competition to hold back, she finds it petty and thinks she's above something like NNN but if you challenge her then she takes it seriously- "Let's see who wins and there's a prize~" Oh, now she's fired up, she never runs from a competition. She thinks she is in control because she will seduce you a lot to make you lose; but truly, she's become extremely needy by the time it's halfway. But this is Eirene Campbell, the Quinn CEO, she won't ever admit defeat which is why she wants you to give in and fuck her senseless. You can edge her until she admits it but she'll keep denying and just degrade you for losing.

Garofano is possessive and wants to care for you, she doesn't care about her own needs but she can't see you suffer in any form. She is reluctant to do NNN but for you she agrees and she's genuinely sincere about it. She goes about her life like normal, but you are often putting yourself in danger and requiring her aid. She takes care of you like a mother, patching you up and gently kissing your wounds. While taking measurements for your shirts, her simple touches and brushes of her body make you tempted and she knows that well. She'll try to keep away but she can see the look in your eyes and can no longer deny you; after all, she cares too much for you. "You win, my love. I can't leave you when you need me~"

You think you won..... but did you really?

CHAMELEON

She deserves her own separate category ya'll know it. Chameleon so sly and has you wrapped around her finger. "No sex for a month? Hehe, as you wish, my darling~" She says with her usual smirk and the glint in her eyes, you know she's planning something. For the rest of the month, surprisingly nothing happens. She keeps a reasonable distance and doesn't tempt you in any way, makes no mentions and no suggestive touches. You feel like you passed the month in a breeze.... until certain memories slowly come back to you by the end.

In reality, Chameleon fucked you to her heart's content during the whole month and covered your memories of it to give you the satisfaction of winning. Every time she called you to her room, she had her fill of satifying you and herself- mostly herself. She made you fuck her as much as she wanted, and in the end she simply tampered with your mind and sent you your merry way to think you have been doing fine the whole month. Ah, you should have known this would happen....

[ptn-imagines]

hii !! could I request some headcanons with raven and an affectionate reader please? thank you for your hard work 🤲

(sneaks in some autistic Raven headcanons)

Raven with an affectionate Reader

You're a really affectionate partner? Yes please! Raven is definitely not going to complain.

Raven loves affection. Of all kinds. She likes to receive it pretty much 24/7 and likes to rib you gently about how she's dying from lack of affection if you leave her alone for so much as an hour.

Of course, Raven respects your boundaries, and knows when not to joke, as well. She'll always give a heartfelt apology if she crosses a line. Of course, sometimes it's so grand it can come off insincere, but… that's just Raven being Raven! You know she really means it.

So, yeah. Super affectionate? No problem for Raven. She loves it. Heck, it'll probably make her a lot more affectionate too, because she tends to subconsciously mirror her loved ones. And Raven was pretty affectionate already, so you can imagine what she's like now.

As a poet, a lot of people would assume that Raven likes to express her affection through the written word. They wouldn't be wrong – if you're dating Raven, you should expect endless prose about all the beautiful and admirable things about you. Her talent for sensationalism can bring a boost to even the lowest of egos, as you can't help but believe what she's espousing about you.

However, Raven also has a definite love for physical affection, too. She's a lot stronger than she appears – the perks of being an S-Rank Sinner. She loves, loves, loves to cuddle, and she'll greet you after every work day by picking you up and spinning you.

She likes the combination of bridal carrying you while spouting some silvery poetry of her adoration. That's Raven for you!

Sleepy Raven is even more cuddly, if you can believe it. Raven tends to focus extremely intently on projects that have her attention, be it poems or student papers, forgetting to eat and sleep…

…and that means that when she comes out of her state of hyperfocus, she crashes hard. If you can, she likes to be carried to bed; in either case, make sure to hold Raven tightly in your arms until she falls asleep. And then go to sleep yourself. She likes to be the little spoon in times like these.

If she can't get away with her human form due to current circumstances, sometimes Raven will perch on your shoulder as a bird and nuzzle against you. You should probably discourage this habit, but no matter how many times you tell yourself that, you never do, because Raven is just too damn cute and you love her silly little ways of being affectionate with you.

Even if Raven herself can't be present, you can always count on a crow being somewhere nearby. She's clingy alright, but she's also looking out for you in this way.

Also, Raven loves to shower and bathe with you! It's nothing sexual, she just enjoys the physical intimacy of the moment. And she's totally willing to wash your hair as long as you wash hers in return.

However, you should always be careful when touching her back. It's riddled with scars, old and new, and they tend to hurt more than Raven lets on. Still, as long as you're gentle about it, she's amenable to letting you put ointments on her scars – a good habit to get into, as Raven herself is too grandiose and prideful to ask.

Of course, Raven, with her pain temporarily soothed, gets even more affectionate, somehow… Not that you're complaining.

[rahu-the-knight]

PTN hips... save me..

Save me PTN hips

[shalomniscient]

ON TOP (part 2) | multifandom [NSFT][MDNI]

Topping my other fave fictional women but meanly…

cw. riding, orgasm denial, overstimulation, choking, cockring, spanking, ropes, degradation, strap-ons, edging, pet names (puppy), semi-public, sex-toys under clothing, clothed sex, squirting, shibari

notes. yeah uh there's no explanation for this one besides horknee

wc. will update later, checking wc on mobile is ass lmao

rahu

cw. rahu has a dick, riding, edging, choking, cockring, begging

"Look at you, poor puppy. Where did all your bravado go, hm?"

You coo down at Rahu as you sit on her lap, her cock buried to the hilt in your dripping cunt. A silicone band fits snugly at the base of her dick, the unassuming device now an implement of torture for the poor Sinner. She's painfully, achingly hard inside you but no matter how many times you've fucked yourself to completion on her, she hasn't been able to reach that high herself and she can feel her mind slipping at the denial.

"P-please," she whines out, the grip she has on your hips hard enough to leave imprints on your skin. "Please, 'm sorry, I need it so bad--"

You click your tongue, fingers wrapping around the pale column of Rahu's throat. Her eyes roll back into her head at the pressure and her hips buck, her cock pushing ever so slightly deeper into you. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation, but you draw yourself back from that knife's edge of pleasure. Not yet.

"Are you?" you ask, your tone almost bored. "You really made a mess out of me, you know. In the Archives, no less. Don't you think you deserve this punishment?"

"Please," Rahu wheezes out, her voice deliciously desperate. Tears prick at the edge of her silver eyes, glossy as they meet yours. Your resolve falters ever so slightly, your other hand rising to wipe the corner of her eyes.

"Poor thing," you murmur, "tell me what you want, puppy. Use your words, hm?"

"Need to cum," she gasps, head bowing and hair falling like a curtain around her eyes. "F-fuck, need to cum so badly, please, I'll be good, I'll do anything--"

Your eyes glint dangerously. "Anything?"

"Anything," Rahu confirms, the muscles in her neck straining as she holds herself back from thrusting up into you. You hum, as if in thought, then slip off her cock with a squelch. Rahu nearly sobs as you withdraw, but then you're gently tugging the cock ring off, and she nearly sobs again; though this time in relief. Immediately, globs of pre-cum rush out of her tip, thick pearls of white dripping down her shaft and making your mouth water.

"You wanna cum, puppy?" you ask, crawling back onto her lap and positioning her cock at your entrance. Rahu's pulse in her throat jumps under your hand as you slowly sink back down, taking all of her back into your warmth with a moan of pleasure. You meet her eyes as your hand squeezes ever so slightly, the lack of air making Rahu's pupils blow wide with desire.

Slowly, you start to bounce up and down her cock again, making sure to grind down every time you come down, pulling Rahu into the deepest parts of you. She groans and grunts with each sinful roll of your hips, deep and throaty, her eyes half-lidded but drawn to the way your pussy swallows her length over and over again. Soon enough, you hasten your movements, the sound of slapping skin echoing throughout the room as you ride her to completion. You feel her cock twitch inside you and you grin, tightening your grip on her throat.

“Then cum,” you order, and Rahu does, beautifully. Her silver eyes disappear into her skull, and her back arches, her hips jerking beneath you. She squirms and writhes as she cums deep inside you, painting your insides wight and warm. You don’t let up the movement of your hips, grinding down on her lap and smearing your mixed fluids on her thighs. You keep going even as Rahu gasps and whines, her body jerking fitfully from overstimulation.

“W-wait, ‘s too much—“

You pout at her, almost condescendingly patting her cheek. “Didn’t you say you wanted to cum, puppy?” Your pout morphs into a wicked grin, and you lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"Then you won't stop until I say so."

serval

cw. sex toys under clothing, vibrators, semi-public, squirting, clothed sex

“Miss Serval… are you alright?”

Serval coughs at Molly’s question, the already red flush up her neck turning redder. From a corner of the workshop, your lips curve upwards knowingly, as you look up from tuning your violin. Serval meets your eyes but then her gaze darts away, as she braces herself against the workshop counter.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, Molly,” the guitarist assures, attempting a weak smile. “Just, uh— a little warm is all.”

“Ah, right… with the Eternal Frost receding, the temperature is picking up a little.”

Serval nods, and presumably tries to keep the conversation going—but doubles over all of a sudden, fingers scraping against the hardwood counter. You’ve never been more grateful for the constant whirr of machinery in the workshop; if only for muffling the sound of the vibrator you stuffed deep in Serval’s pretty cunt running at maximum right now.

“Miss Serval! Are you really feeling alright? Should I call Pela? Or your brother?” Molly asks, panic clear in her tone.

“No!” Serval chokes out, “no, absolutely not!”

Molly bites her lip in worry. “But—“

You decide to have mercy on the poor mechanic, and lower the vibrator’s speed. Serval visibly slumps in relief, and takes a moment to collect herself, before turning to her employee.

“I think I’m going to, uh.. rest up for the rest of the day. You can head home early—don’t worry, I’ll close up.”

Molly looks unconvinced, so you chime in as well. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets a good rest and behaves.”

Serval shoots you a look for the double entendre, which you return with a smirk. Your fingers creep towards your pocket where the controller lies, and her expression immediately shifts into one of both hunger and anticipation. You let the promise of it hang in the air until Molly leaves the workshop, and flips the closed sign on the door.

“Babe—“ Serval begins, but you don’t let her finish. Instead, you set your violin down and crank the vibrator to max once more. Serval moans openly now, and your mouth waters at the sight of her thighs squeezing together as you walk around the back of the counter, and press your front against her back.

You slip a hand down her shorts and into her panties, grinning as the tips of your fingers graze the drenched fabric. It’s a wonder she hasn’t leaked into her shorts yet. The vibrator buzzes away in her cunt, and you press on the base, pushing it deeper. Serval whimpers, a beautiful, melodic sound, as the toy presses against that spongy spot inside her and her knees tremble.

“F-fuck, babe, I’m gonna—“

“Go on,” you encourage, scraping your teeth against the shell of her ear. “Cum.”

Serval practically wails, and a surge of wetness drips into her already ruined panties. Your eyes widen by a fraction when you realise she’s squirting, and the hunger in you roars to life like a raging crescendo. You sink your teeth into her shoulder as she rides out her orgasm, your fingers working on her neglected clit, the bundle of nerves stiff and engorged.

It takes her about a minute or three to come down, at which point you’ve already shut the vibrator off and withdrew your fingers from her underwear. Serval pants, bracing her complete weight against the counter as she catches her breath, but you’re far from done. Instead, you grip her hip and spin her around, so you’re both front to front, and sink to your knees.

“Babe, what..?” Serval asks, trailing off as she looks down at you, her breath hitching when you start tugging her shorts down.

“Wanna see you squirt again, baby,” you mutter, entranced by the mess between her legs as you peel her panties off her dripping pussy. Serval groans as you withdraw the vibrator, letting it clatter onto the floor. It’s followed by a squeak when you lean in close, and let your breath fan over her exposed sex.

You place your hands on her thighs and look up at her from between her legs, smirking.

“You can give me one more, can’t you?”

yelan

cw. spanking, ropes, degradation, strap-ons

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Dirty little thing."

The words leave your lips in a disdainful sneer, as your hand comes down and collides with Yelan's plush ass for the fifth time in a row. Her body jerks forward at the impact, the pale skin turning a pretty shade of red under your treatment. Yelan only groans at it, fingers digging into the ropes binding her wrists together before she replies.

"Y-Yeah, but so are you," she bites back, painted lips curling into a smirk as she looks at you over her shoulder. "So a little pot and kettle, don't you think?"

You scowl at her, and answer her with another smack to her ass. "Still so fucking mouthy, hm?"

"Mhm, but you like me like this," she says breathily, and you can't help but allow yourself a smile at that. She isn't wrong at all; you do enjoy her like this. Very much so. But right now, she doesn't need to concern herself with that. Instead, you reach behind you on the bed and produce a blue strap-on, and you relish in the way her eyes widen by a fraction and her pretty lips part in anticipation.

"Don't worry," you hum as you fix the strap to your hips, aware of Yelan's eyes hyperfocused on the toy. Once it's secure, you grab her hips and pull them upwards, letting her brace her weight on her knees so she's ass up face down for you. She yelps at your manhandling, but you don't miss the way her cunt drips down her thighs. Her breath hitches as you position yourself over her, your front to her smooth, muscled back, the tip of your strap nudging at her slick entrance. "I'll fuck you until there's not a thought in that pretty little head of yours."

Yelan scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Right, how about you actually get on with it instead of—“

You interrupt her by surging forward and stuffing her full of your cock. Yelan’s snark turns into a scream of pleasure as your strap bullies its way into her tight cunt, and you bite your lip as you see the way her pussy spreads to accomodate the sheer girth of it. You don’t give her a moment to catch her breath, and immediately start railing her into the mattress. Nothing but garbled and slurred moans and cries of your name leave her lips and you grin.

The next day, none of the staff at the teahouse can look you or Yelan in the eye. And if they notice Yelan walking a little oddly or avoiding sitting down for the time being—well, they know better than to ask.

raven

cw. edging, degradation, shibari, strap-ons, cockwarming

“M-my love, please—“

Raven’s begging immediately devolves into simpering whines as you cease the pounding of your strap into her puffy, drooling cunt. Red, corded rope criss-crosses her lean frame, encircling her breasts and down her torso, where knots secure her calves and thighs together. Her arms are bound behind her back as she sits on your lap, thighs on either side of your own. She strains against the ropes along her body, chasing the stimulation, but with the way she’s bound, it’s pointless. Her head drops onto your shoulder as she sucks in a breath, pussy quivering around your cock as she creeps down from her almost-high.

Meanwhile, you nonchalantly continue your work, signing papers over her shoulder. The sound of her heavy breathing and the scratching of your pen are the only noises in the room, until Raven starts trying to sweet-talk you again.

“Darling,” she begins, pulling back to look in your eyes, “sweetheart, dearest, love of my life—move, please?”

You hum, as if considering. “My work isn’t finished yet.”

“It will still be there later,” Raven wheedles, leaning in to kiss at your neck. You run your hand up and down her back as she gently works her lips along your skin, pressing kisses against your pulse.

“Mm, aren’t you forgetting this is supposed to be your punishment?” you drawl, suddenly tugging at the ropes on her back and pulling her away from your neck. Raven lets out a breathy whine at the movement as it rubs the strap against the walls of her cunt.

“Aha… ah, s-surely an hour is enough?” she continues, this time more strained.

You click your tongue. “I don’t know if it is. Barging in and distracting me from my work is a heavy offense, you know.”

Raven’s face falls, her usual easy, picture-perfect smile wobbling. She looks about ready to cry, and you coo at her, the hand at her back coming up to pat her cheek and brush the ridge of her cheekbones.

“One more hour, little bird,” you say, “you can manage that, can’t you?”

You make good on your words exactly an hour later, of course—although you’re quite certain Raven will never be able to look at your desk in the same way ever again.

[upsidedowndevil]

seducing oak casket by being absolutely insufferable

Moot is Raven a yapper. I'm getting strong yapper energy from her

she's the biggest most insufferable yapper!! so dramatic, too! gothic literature connoisseur. fake news enthusiast for funsies. but she's also kind and strong and wants to help people. she'll say it's for egotistical reasons only but don't believe her. voted 3 times #1 teacher in west district (i'm making this up). oak probably has a list of ways to shut her up.