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POPSICLE

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

featuring: serpent, coquelic, cabernet, adela, kelvin

rating: 18+ smut (minors dni)

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

art credits: horimiya

SERPENT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grape and strawberry.”

“I’ll take grape.”

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

Sucking rather interestingly Serpent noted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Serpent? Serpent?!”

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

“I— I…uhm…”

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

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

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

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

COQUELIC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CABERNET

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ADELA

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

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

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

“Adela?”

“Oh, hello there sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, mine’s melting a bit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KELVIN

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

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

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

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

“Kelvin?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really? I’m glad you enjoy it—”

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

“What? What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Headcannons (NSFW) | Adela

Rating : 18+ (Minors and Fetishsizers DNI!)

Fandom : Path to Nowhere

Pairing : Adela × Reader

(If I missed any, please tell me and I will fix it!)

CW : NSFW, Begging, Body Worship, Hair Pulling, Marking, Mommy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Pregnant Sex, Scratching, Somnophilia, Teasing, and Transfem

Summary : My NSFW Headcannons of the character Adela from Path to Nowhere. This covers what role she plays in the bedroom, along with her kinks and her preferences.

Notes : This was made with a female reader in mind but it can be read as a GN reader and Adela is written as both AFAB and Transfem. Enjoy!

Adela's role in the bedroom is a Dominant Top. She's a mix of a Service Top and a Pleasure Dom. She likes being in control and gets very aroused by being the source of pleasure for her S/O and loves drawing multiple orgasms out of them. She is a hard top and doesn't like bottoming. The reason for this is tied to various parts of her past but it is mainly a tendency she has of putting others' needs before her own. She would try to bottom for her S/O if they really want her to, but Adela would have a really hard time enjoying it. Especially if her partner isn't getting any physical pleasure from it.

During love making, Adela notes every little detail about your body and the reactions she prods out of it. She's one to meticulously memorize every part of you till she knows your body and mind like the back of her hand. Its honestly scary how well she's able memorize you as it gets to the point she knows your body better then you do and can play you like an instrument, one of which she's mastered.

Adela prefers to use her own body on you rather than using sex toys. This kinda stems from a place of jealousy as she sees it as you getting pleasure from something that isn't her. She will use things like straps and blindfolds pretty often but other stuff, not so much.

Adela's finger game is god tier and honestly, it makes a lot of sense for her to be so good at it. Working as a hairdresser requires some pretty nimble fingers and when you take into account how long each digit is, it all starts to click. So yeah, don't be surprised when she uses them on you and you can't walk afterwards.

Adela is one to check-in during sex pretty often, especially if you're experimenting with something new in the bedroom. She just wants to make sure that her S/O is comfortable and not in any pain. If there is something wrong at any time, tell her. She wants her S/O to feel comfortable communicating anything with her, especially during sex. So if she finds out that you were uncomfortable or God forbid, experienced any type of unwanted pain, then she's going to beat herself up and worry you don't trust her or are even scared of her.

If this situation ever occurs, Adela will communicate her worries and ask if there was a reason you didn't say anything. She might look composed on the outside but she's crying, worried, hurt, and scared on the inside. Just communicate with her and everything will be resolved in a healthy manner.

Adela is one to have soft, sensual, and romantic sex with her partner, both slow and fast. She sees sex as a very intimate bonding experience so she usually isn't ready to have sex with her partner until 4 to 6 months into the relationship. First time sex with Adela is so tooth rottingly sweet, it's adorable. She's constantly checking-in with you, making sure you're as comfortable as you can be, with a lot of praising and kisses from her.

During sex, Adela has a tendency to maintain as much skin to skin contact with her partner as she possibly can. She likes being physically close whilst being intimately close, it's like her way of saying, "I'm doing this because I love you, not just for of the pleasure," She kinda struggles with showing her love and vulnerability so she makes up for it during this time. Sex is already so vulnerable for her, so she sees it as the perfect time to be even more vulnerable with you by pouring every last drop of her love and passion into it.

As I said, Adela enjoys soft sex but that doesn't mean she's not into rough sex. It depends on how long you've been dating and the amount of sex you guys have had. She won't bring rough sex into your relationship until a lot later, probably not until the 9 month mark. She'll bring up the idea to you and will proceed with it only if you want to. Even with your consent, Adela will still be holding back pretty hard as she's afraid of going to rough and hurting you. As the session goes on she'll ease up on her restraint and start going at you harder, but if you want her to cut the shit and get to it then a "Adela, stop holding back and fuck me properly already," should suffice. She'll still be holding back but she will be pretty rough with you.

When Adela does eventually let all of her self restraint go, she lets out her Overstimulation Kink. Remember how I said she's a pleasure dom? Yeah, I wasn't joking. Once she's comfortable with dropping her shackles of control, it's pure, non-stop, continuous orgasms. She'll have you so overwhelming fucked to the point your overstimulation will trigger overstimulation. There will even be sessions where Adela goes at you while you're floating in and out of consiousness or till you're on the brink of passing out. These are also one of the few times Adela will use a sex toy, that being a cockring. Her goal is to fuck as many orgasms out of you as she possibly can and a cockring allows for longer sessions by trapping more blood in her cock and making ejaculation harder. These sessions only take place on occasion though as her S/O is left pretty sore afterwards and there would be consequences if they occur too often.

Adela is huge on Body Worship. She genuinely sees her S/O as perfect in every way and wants them to know that, inside and outside the bedroom. If you have any insecurities about your body, wether that be scars, deformities, stretch marks, weight gain, infertility, body dysmorphia, gender dysphoria or anything else of the sort, expect to be bombarded with kisses, various love marks, uplifting praises, and gentle touches. She'll show her admiration through these means with passionate and loving sex or whilst simply holding you, which ever you prefer.

Has a HUGE Praise Kink. Adela is one to praise her partner a lot but absolutely melts if she receives any kind of praise from them. She finds it very reassuring and it eases her worries, so give her a lot.

Pregnant Sex is a definite yes for Adela. Even though I see her as one who would rather adopt a baby than make one, I can't deny that she'd love to have you while you're pregnant. Its probably the sweetest sex you'll ever have with her. She's just filled with so much pride and love that she can't help but want to softly thrust into you while caressing your swollen belly.

Hair Pulling is a kink that Adela found out she had after her S/O yanked her face into their shoulder while she was going at them from behind. Now, anytime her hair is messed with in a sexual manner it causes heat to pool with in her groin. There are even times when you're innocently playing with her hair and Adela will feel the familiar sensation of blood/heat rushing downwards.

She also finds arousal in messing with her partner's hair. As someone who works with hair, Adela has gained a unique fascination and appreciation for it. People use it as a way to express one's self and put great trust into another person to shape it for them. So being able to mess with her S/O's hair in a rougher way during sex fills her with euphoria and she sees it as huge show of trust. She loves being able to harshly grasp it, tangle her hands within it, stuff her face into it and maybe even lightly tug at it.

Scratching is another kink Adela found out she had because of her S/O. Being able to make you feel so good that you dig your nails into her flesh before dragging them across her skin fills her with so much pride and bliss. Burying your nails into her like they're talons and just gripping her flesh does it for her to. And the burning sensation that follows after feels so nice on her natrualy cold skin. She also loves the markings that are left behind. Seeing all of the red lines and welts littered on her body gives her a feeling security and fills her with love.

Adela enjoys teasing her S/O as it feeds into her Begging Kink. She likes hearing you beg and hearing how much you want her is a pretty big turn on for her. This kink kinda ties into some insecurities she has of her S/O leaving her after she allowed herself to form such a intimate relationship with them. It's reassuring to hear you begging for her affection and she correlates it to you saying you won't leave cause you need her.

Adela is very into Somnophilia. She originally used this kink to satisfy herself as she didn't want to bother her S/O. But now she finds herself taking them whilst they sleep to pacify her libido and because of how arousing she finds it. Remember how I said she'd fuck you till you pass out? Well if Adela's sex drive hasn't run out yet, she'll keep going at you whilst your unconscious until shes satisfied. Waking up with cum between your thighs becomes a regular occurence, along with waking up in the morning to feel Adela thrusting her cock/fingers into your cunt.

And finally, Adela has a Mommy Kink, I don't think I need to explain myself on this one.

Notes : And that's it! I may add headcannons if any more come to mind but this is all I have for now. Anyways, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed.

#path to nowhere x reader #adela x reader #path to nowhere #female reader #sapphic #wlw #nblw #lesbian #heacanons

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sinsmockingbird · 3 months

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Sumire lovers are asking for a prt 3 of the condom series with the graden members! (and maybe add adela and eleven in)

Sumire lovers will be Sumire havers. I mean- you'll be Garden havers in this case with a few additions. I love these women very much.

CW: Smut under the cut!

✧ ADELA

• Adela would be chuckling softly to herself when she sees you grab the XL sized condoms, but her face is flushing a light pink.

• Unlike a lot of the women, Adela keeps the most calm and doesn't address it. Fully, at least. She'll make a small, passing comment saying, "My, I didn't know you were that big."

• It'll make you pause and flush red as you duck your head in slight embarrassment, before watching her as she continues on shopping like she hadn't said anything.

• At home, she makes sure to take her sweet time with you. She wants the moment to be special and full of love, taking time to undress you and then herself.

✧ COQUELIC

• Coquelic is a huffing mess of embarrassment and arousal. She's red faced and slightly shaking when she realizes you grabbed the XL sized condoms. Knowing your that huge has her squeezing her thighs slightly together.

• She tries to be subtle about it, but you know her signs when she's aroused, and you can tell after sometime of shopping that she is.

• If you try to say something about it, be prepared for her to suddenly slap you, her face blooming even more red as she sputters out an excuse, before accusing you of being a pervent.

• Don't take anything she says to heart, she doesn't know how to handle the situation. But if it did bother you, make sure to make her drunk on your cock as you fuck any of her holes once you get home.

✧ GAROFANO

• Garofano can't help but laugh when she sees you grab the XL sized condoms, her past exes flashing in her head as she remembers how pathetic their cocks were.

• But know knowing what you were packing in your pants, she knows for a fact that you'll actually be able to pleasure her unlike them. She can just imagine how big you'll be spreading open her mature pussy.

• It gets her excited. It gets her... needy, something she rarely ever is. So don't mind if she's hooking your arms together as you finish shopping, pressing her breasts firmly against your arm as a silent way of telling you, "I can't wait to have you."

• Once home, Garofano will be taking the lead first, her experience coming out as she handles pleasuring you with expertise. But once you cum all over her hands, pin her to the bed and give her the best fucking she's ever had.

✧ ELEVEN

• Eleven will have a small smile tugging at her lips when she notices you placing the XL sized condoms into the basket. She'll glance between you and it for a few moments, but doesn't say anything further.

• It isn't until a little bit more into your shopping that she leans into your back, brushing her lips against your ear as she speaks so softly.

• It leaves you flustered and aroused, fidgeting with the basket as you intend to get shopping done quickly tp be able to get home soon.

✧ SUMIRE

• As soon as you are, Eleven will be voice recording the entire thing (with your permission), so she's able to listen back to the first night she took your big cock. Who knows, maybe she'll share it to her radio station.

• Poor Sumire gets so meek and timid, it's honestly surprising. The second she notices your hand even reaching for the XL sized condoms, she's shaking and can only imagine what your cock looks like.

• She's chewing her bottom lip, eyeing you as you continue shopping, acting like everything was okay. Which it was! Besides the aching pain between her legs that's just getting worse by the second.

• At some point she's tugging on your sleeve, hiding her flushed face into your shoulder as she mutters if you guys can leave early. If you question her, she'll subtly grind herself against your leg, giving you all the indication you need.

• Soon as you get home, Sumire finds a bit of her confidence again, pushing you against the bed and moving to pleasure you, wanting to get more familiar with your large cock before anything else goes further.

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eeulysian · 3 months

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can i plz request dating adela hcs?

⟡ . DATING ADELA HEADCANONS

summary: adela x reader and how its like to date this very beautiful blue haired S rank sinner

cw: none

a/n: i'm sorry if this is ooc and so short too! i don't have adela and i haven't played path to nowhere in a while now since hsr has been catching my attention the most lately. i hope i didn't disappoint!

✦ she's definitely a teaser and a bully. she loves seeing your reactions, like when you get flustered or when you pout because you're angry at her. if you do end up taking her silly tactics to heart though, expect to get squeezed in by a hug as an apology

✦ adela loves pda. she likes to show you off to all the other sinners, officers and the chief by putting her arm around you, holding your hand, suddenly creeping up from behind and hug you when you're talking to other sinners or the officers

✦ and by that style of pda, you could tell she's very touchy. her top love language is physical contact. she will find every chance, and i mean EVERY. to hold you, hug you, play with your hair or squeeze your adorable face

✦ i wouldn't say she gets easily jealous. she puts all her trust in you because she knows you wouldn't do anything bad behind her back like cheating or seeing other people, so she can feel at ease. when she does get jealous tho, like someone is flirting with you and pushing your boundaries, she definitely has the capabilities of doing something shady and dark lol... so expect them to go missing the next day 🙊

✦ adela would try to get to know your preferences and interests because she wants to buy you a gift! or steal it... but that's fine, whether it's a chocolate bar or a kitten, she'll get it for you one way or another

✦ i think that adela is a cold person, like her body is physically cold, it's like she came back from fighting for her life in some snowy place. she knows that, so sometimes she would try to cuddle with you to feel your warmth. after all, you're the person that broke down the ice walls around her heart ♡

#path to nowhere #ptn #adela x reader #ptn adela #adela

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dulcesiabits · 5 months

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when the fog rolls in.

summary: You try to piece together your scattered memories about a woman you once knew.

notes: 1.7k words, fic, author's notes, memory loss + nonlinear narrative, I just really wanted to play with form and perspective with this one!!!

There is something you have to do.

There is something you have to do, and you do not remember what.

There is a memory, like a scrap of discolored silk, that you clutch in your numb fingers.

There are many memories, like faded pieces of fabric, too light and too loose for you to hold and to collect. They fall out of your hands just as you reach for them, so you can only hold one at a time.

You have to remember.

You cannot forget.

There is something you have to do, and you’re running out of time.

—

A woman runs light, gentle fingers through your hair, combing the unruly strands. She’s humming an Eastside lullaby that pools in your heart and all its crevices.

Your head is in her lap, and you snuggle against her like a cat. Her touch makes you melt boneless into her arms.

You love her, you think. You have loved her for a long time. You love her gentle fingers and her soft voice and the way she looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“Awake already?” she asks. Sharp sunlight cuts across her face, obscuring her features from you. “You should sleep some more.”

“But if I do, I won’t get to spend as much time as you,” you say drowsily.

Her laugh is a light mist that settles comfortably over you. You must have done this many times, you think. You must have whiled away countless hours in her warm arms, to be so comfortable here, so relaxed, so at peace.

Her fingers ghost across your eyelids, and you close them obediently. Her fingers trail down to your lips, tracing their outline.

“Of course you do. We have all the time in the world,” she says, but there is a trace of sadness in her voice.

You want to ask her why. You want to hold her. You want to tell her you love her. But before you can open your eyes, she is already kissing you like a goodbye.

—

There is a woman you love.

Her name is [ ].

—

“Why do you cut hair?”

It is an idle question, posed when there are no more customers in the salon, and the woman is sweeping the floor. You sit in a rolling chair, twirling yourself around in planetary rotations.

“It was a dream I had when I was little,” she says. “I liked the idea of being able to soothe away people’s worries by cutting their hair and listening to them talk. In the end, a lot of people really just need a listening ear.”

“It’s sweet that you care so much about others,” you say, slowing to a stop. You peer up at the woman. You are always looking at her in stolen glimpses like this, stealing away memories to pocket and keep, to pour over when you’re by yourself.

She’s beautiful, with her long, slender fingers, and the silk of her hair brushing her shoulders.

“Something catch your eye?” she says, without pausing in her work. “Want to talk about it?”

You flush. “No.”

“Well, if you ever need someone to hear your worries, my door is always open for you.”

“Then I’ll do the same for you!” you propose.

“What?” This time, the broom slows to a halt, a touch of astonishment in the woman’s eyes.

“I’ll listen to you. If you’re always listening to other people’s worries, then who’s going to listen to you? I can do that. If it’s not too presumptuous,” you add, embarrassed.

“It’s not,” she responds softly. “It’s not at all. Thank you. You’re a very kind person.”

“I don’t know if I’m that kind–”

“No. You are,” she says firmly.

The broom clatters to the floor. The woman leans close to where you sit on the chair. You do not dare to stir when she cups her hands around your cheeks and kisses you on the forehead, like it is a spell that can be broken.

—

You move from house to house in the Eastside. You don’t know why. You’re looking for something, you think. But you can’t remember what.

—

You bring a bouquet to the woman one day, a fresh meadow of roses and lilies, pale and fragrant.

Her fingers graze against yours as she takes the flowers, her touch lingering just a second too long.

“They’re beautiful,” she says, fingering a petal.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you say nervously. “I thought you looked a little sad lately, and these flowers reminded me of you, so…”

“Sad? I looked sad?” she says, surprised.

“I mean, a little. I don’t know. I thought maybe it was because there’s less customers lately, and everyone is scared of the fog and that silly urban legend, so I wanted to cheer you up,” you begin.

There’s a kaleidoscope of emotions across her face, each one flitting by so quickly you can’t hope to decipher them.

“I’m all right,” she says, but she still looks a little shaken. “I didn’t realize you could read me so well.”

“Well, I care about you. It would be weird if I didn’t pay attention to you, you know?” You twist your fingers nervously. “Sorry. Was this too much?”

“No. It’s lovely,” the woman says, but there’s a fog blanketing her eyes again, and she is a thousand miles away from you.

“If you’re worried about the rumors, don’t,” you say impulsively. “I’ll protect you.”

“You’ll protect me?” she says, and she is smiling, right where you can reach.

“I’ll walk you home if you want,” you offer.

The woman holds the bouquet to her face, breathing in deeply. “No. It’s okay. Stay home. Try not to go out after dark. Rumors are rumors, but you should try to stay safe, don’t you think?”

“Okay,” you say uncertainly. “Sure. But what if you–”

She smiles mischievously over the flowers. “I’ll be fine. No one will bother an ordinary hairdresser, don’t you think?”

—

There is a woman on the streets with short black hair. You grab her arm without thinking.

“What are you doing?” she snaps, jerking her arm away.

“Sorry. I thought you looked like someone I knew,” you stammer, but she’s already hurrying away, and your hands are as lonely as ever.

—

Hair like a circle of moonlight on your pillow. Soft hands around your waist. Legs entwined like lovers.

In the inky sea of night, it is just the two of you, floating in the boat of your apartment bed.

“You’ve always lived here?” she whispers to you. “In Eastside?”

“Yes. What about you? Did you grow up around here?”

The woman falls silent, contemplating. “I move around quite a bit for work, so I’ve never had time to settle down anywhere.”

You pull her closer. “Why don’t you settle down here, then?”

“It would be nice,” she acknowledges.

“If you’re worried about business, I could help you drum up customers. Solicit random people in the streets. Maybe do some sort of street performance in front of your shop.”

“You? A street performer?”

“I always wanted to learn how to juggle,” you propose.

She laughs. “I don’t think you need to go that far. Or is it just that you want an excuse to juggle?”

“Maybe,” you say. “But you should stay here. It’s a nice neighborhood.”

“It is,” she says. “Very nice. It’s where you grew up, isn’t it?”

“You know, we could…” You lace your fingers together with her. “We could be a family here, too.”

“A family,” she repeats.

“We could be each other’s family,” you murmur again.

“I would like that,” she says quietly.

Her hand is cold and limp in yours. You squeeze it, once, in reassurance, trying to will warmth back into her touch.

—

There is a new hair salon in your shabby neighborhood. You do not remember when it opened, just that it suddenly sprang into existence between the space of one day and the next. It is a lovely little place, and everyday you pass by, you see a woman through the glass.

Some days she is snipping hair with her scissors. Some days she is bent by the sink, gently washing a customer’s hair. Other days, when it is slow, she is simply resting at the counter.

Once, when she sees you staring, she smiles and tilts her head, bangs falling across her forehead, and you look away before she can see you blush.

The next day, the door is propped open, and as you pass by, she pops her head out. “Hello. Are you interested in a haircut?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really cut it much.” You self-consciously touch the ends.

“You do have lovely hair.” She’s posing by the door, arms crossed over the other.

“So do you,” you blurt out. “But, I, uh, guess that’s expected. Since you’re a hairdresser.”

She laughs, a sound like wind chimes in the light breeze. “Why, thank you. If you ever find yourself in need of my services, even for a little trim, don’t hesitate to come in.”

The day after that, you scrounge up what little money you have and head into the shop. When the woman sees you, she smiles like the sun. And you, like a flower, cannot help but bloom in her light.

—

A hand over your eyes. A familiar touch. Your body, sluggish and slow to respond.

“I’ve stayed too long.”

A voice, like a drop of starlight in the night.

“I should have moved on much, much sooner.”

A warmth, next to you.

“You made me selfish. I didn’t want to leave you.”

The shiver of steel in the air.

“But that’s no longer an option. I don’t want to become another worry for you.”

A cool kiss on your lips, a kiss as faint as frost.

“You deserve to be happy.”

And then, a hollow yearning, stretching like a chasm in your mind, in the space where something should have been.

—

There is something you have to do.

There is something you have to do, and you are starting to remember what.

There is a memory, like a scrap of discolored silk, that you clutch in your numb fingers.

There are many memories, like faded pieces of fabric, and you collect them all in your hands, as many as you can. They are puzzle pieces, and you have to fit them all together, even if you can no longer tell what they are supposed to be.

You have to remember.

You cannot forget.

You have to remember, as many times as it takes. No matter how painful it is. No matter how difficult. No matter how lonely.

You cannot stop until you see her again.

#liya writes #path to nowhere #adela #path to nowhere x reader #adela x reader #ptn #ptn x reader #ptn adela

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lirational · 8 months

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Fluttering in the Mist

Yandere!Adela x Reader

Content warnings: Memory alteration, memory loss, dubious consent, fingering, yandere behavior. DARK CONTENT. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Clink!

As soon as the doorbell rang, you heard her voice.

“(Name)? Welcome, is there anything I could help you with?”

Her voice was familiar, comforting, followed with the scent of lavender that made your tense muscles start to relax. Though it was a small thing, it was still a gesture you appreciated.

You were giddy, eager to all but spill your newest achievement to your best friend. Though your friendship started on not so smoothly, with Adela, still a stranger at that time, offering to make you forget everything that hurts, with no prompt or explanation. You reacted as anyone sane would if they were offered hard drugs by a stranger, yet to your luck, she did not take it personally, even helping you get settled in the area.

She did not have any reason to offer you that much kindness. Not while you were strangers to each other. Yet, if you knew she would be this much of a close friend to you, you would turn back time and admonish your past self for almost turning her away.

“Just thought I’d stop by,” you answer, voice barely able to contain your excitement, “Can I get a trim, too? I mean, sure, I know you, but your skills come highly recommended by everyone here,”

“Come, now, take a seat right there, I’ll wash your hair, and you, my dear friend, can tell me what got you leaping over the moon,” she gestured at the washing table, the emphasis of the word lost on you. Humming a disjointed, happy tune, you obliged, letting yourself sink on the plush chair.

“Remember to close your eyes, now,”

Warm water cascaded from the top of your head, the temperature just right to coax you into a state of relaxation. Her fingers sometimes brush against your ears, and you had to remind yourself not to get too lost in the feeling, or you would’ve fallen asleep. Her fingers occasionally brush your ear, prompting a shiver down your spine.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

Her voice snapped you out from the comfort, bringing back the joy you had almost forgotten to tell her.

“Do you still remember the girl I met in the flower shop? The one I told you about before? Well, she agreed to go out with me this weekend!” You couldn’t keep the giddy tone out from your voice, excitement almost prompting you to open your eyes. “She said we can go for a nice meal and talk. I really can’t wait! Dammit, if only time can go by faster…”

Adela was massaging your scalp as you talked, fingers almost coaxing you to talk more with each gentle press. She seemed content to listen, while you, in your bliss, did not see her furrowed brows and stiff expression.

“Congratulations, I wish you the best. See? Living here isn’t quite so bad,” Adela replied, though in your relaxation, you did not realize that her voice wavered ever so slightly even as her hands went through practiced motions.

You still remained oblivious.

“On another note, have you considered my offer yet?” She asked, changing the topic. “I have room for one more, and you could save more by living with me, hm?”

With a distinct creak, she turned off the water, prompting you to answer.

“Really, thank you for the offer, Adela, but I would hate to impose,” you rejected, a bit more firm this time.

Snip.

You felt like you were snapped out from a long, deep daydream, brought back to reality to meet her light blue eyes. Under the dim light of the place, her eyes gleamed, hidden intentions concealed behind loving gaze.

“Why would you? You were already staying with me all the while. All we need to do is to make it official.”

“I’m… ah, you might be right, I thought—“

Snip.

“Shush, you’ve been so wound up all this time… poor little thing, you didn’t even have a proper place to sleep, and now, look at how disoriented you are.”

Her voice wrapped inside you, filling the strange cavity in your head that seemed to blossom out of nowhere. Overwhelming comfort bled from each word she spoke, hugging and grounding you to her, only letting you hear the distinct snip snip of her scissors and nothing else. Strands of your hair fluttered down to the floor, and relief washed over you each time they hit the floor.

Another snip, her finger brushed the curve of your ear, and you leaned into her touch, driven by something you cannot quite place.

“Let me just tidy you up a bit, then we can relax, hm?” Her voice have lowered to a gentle whisper, like a caress that fills the cracks forming in your memories, like liquid gold applied to mend a fractured porcelain. She adjusted your head to its proper position, eyes meeting yours for a moment before she continued.

“That is right, I do feel tired… thanks, Adela. I was so excited for the date with, with…”

Snip.

“You must be so exhausted, even forgetting the date plans with your girlfriend right here…” she finished your words, and once again, a strange calm washed upon you, the conflicting sense of wrong and right fighting for dominance in your mind with the former on the losing side. White wisps flutter in your vision, bathing the place in thin, flowing mist, yet the only other person with you did not seem to notice.

Your lover, no—

Your thoughts were interrupted with a deafening, firm snip so close to your ears, and it disappeared through your fingers, much like the mist covering your vision that you could not attempt to even grasp.

Adela never let you dwell long enough on each gaping void in your mind, and this time, there was a lilt full of desire in her words, “Shush, it’s okay, I know you were so tired these days. No one would hire you all because you didn’t have any references to vouch for you.”

There it was, once again, a sense of wrongness, only lasting for half a second at most before another snip tore through these thoughts, leaving another gaping void for Adela to fill and mend with her sweet voice. With your proximity, you could smell her perfume, the sense of familiarity stronger than anything else you could come up with.

“It’s okay, my love, I will always be here for you.”

A traitorous, oh so pleasurable shiver went down your spine, settling between your legs.

You could feel the tug of a strong, strong connection with her, a connection that stayed taut and grounding even as everything else crumbled down into the dark cracks of your thoughts. Any attempts to pull anything out from the void only disoriented you further, while her voice became an anchor, the one rock you can rely on to steady your feet.

Your hair looked immaculate, clever layering creating the illusion or volume and care you certainly did not put in. Pieces of hair littered the floor below you, and for a moment, you felt the strange urge to grab a strand.

Perhaps, it would alleviate this sense of deep, clawing wrongness.

A final snip on your bangs banished the thought, the metallic gleam of the scissors was reflected in the mirror in front of you. Adela placed the tool back into its box soon after, her lips so close to the shell of your ear, enough for her canine to graze it. Her breaths fanned your skin as she moved lower, sucking a smudged mark stained by dark lipstick, a mark that will almost certainly bloom into a bruise on your shoulder.

“Oh, is my lovely girlfriend still wound up?” She asked with a smirk, sucking another mark at the delicate spot that beats along with your heartbeat. Not giving you a chance to ponder, she spun the chair around, forcing you to face her before she locked her lips onto yours.

There was urgency to the kiss, a hunger similar to a person who was deprived from sweets so long they would crave it no matter how or what has to be done, however, she still savoured the feeling, pale hand pressing on the back of your head to force you to deepen the kiss. Her other hand reached onto your clothes, undressing you and letting your clothes lay forgotten on the chair and the floor, not caring that the hair strands might stick to them.

“See, I was right,” she smiled as she broke the kiss, licking the strand of saliva connecting the two of you while admiring you in your undergarments. With a gaze full of love, she cupped your drenched underwear, almost purring in delight at the strand of liquid that followed her index finger.

“My dear lovely girlfriend seem so stressed. Shh, let me take care of you.”

“But, Adela, wait, I think… something is missing.”

“Shush, everything is okay. I am supposed to unwind you here, after all. You struggling to think is a little against the point here, my love.”

She hooked her index finger and moved aside your ruined underwear, exposing your folds to the cold air of the place. It was like all life outside has faded into a deathly quiet, and nothing existed other than you, Adela - your lover - and the white mist that seemed to blanket the two of you. One experimental finger slipped easily in, and your walls swallowed her up, your body made desperate, so desperate for any kind of stimulation from your attentive girlfriend. A crimson flush colored your cheeks at the thought, yet she just smiled and added another finger in, pumping, spreading you apart, and pressing on that spot that made your toes curl and your fingers grip on the armrest.

“Ah… Adela, please, I—“

She started slow, gleaming blue eyes not breaking contact from yours all the while, though as she moved faster and faster, each movement accompanied with embarassing squelches and moans that slipped unbidden from your lips. Your eyes have rolled to the back of your head, drool slipping out from the corner of your lips.

She licked it off from the corner of your lips, then flashed you a smile, neither breaking eye contact nor ceasing her movements down there all the while. Her other hand rolled your stiff nipples with her thumb and index finger, before she leaned in to swirl and circle patterns onto the sensitive nub with her tongue.

This must be why you felt so giddy when you came here, after all, having such a loving girlfriend was something not everyone was lucky enough to achieve.

“Adela, I am… close!”

“Then let it all out, for me,”

She increased her speed, intent to split you apart with her fingers, and you screamed her name as you tip over the edge, your juices coating her fingers and the chair. It felt like a huge burden has been lifted from you, and as she pulled out, your body fell limp, like a doll with its supporting strings cut. Now, with your worries unreachable even as you struggled, your consciousness started to darken, sleepiness hugging you with a blanket that tempted you to just stop thinking too much.

“See? You were very tired, after all. Close your eyes. Tomorrow, your worries will be nothing but a distant dream…”

With her smile to reassure you, you closed your eyes.

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere x reader #ptn x reader #adela x reader #path to nowhere adela x reader #yandere adela x reader

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afterdulce · 3 months

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hello liya it is i. adela anon. i’m fairly certain you do headcanons—and if not, feel free to ignore this!!—but do you have any general nsfw headcanons for adela? ;P shes so the silly ever

hi adela anon!! it's so nice to see you again <3 Adela really is the silly ever!!!!! I do have some nsfw thoughts for her <3 tried to leave the description of reader gn but it does veer towards afab. all under the cut!

service top. i don't think adela can handle the emotional intimacy of bottoming OR of subbing and letting someone take care of her, so she definitely prefers to have a bit more control. She wants to make you feel good!! Trust yourself with her!! She'll religiously memorize every sweet spot to evoke the best reactions!! only the best for you <3

she gives the best aftercare ever!! I think she enjoys cuddling and kissing away every love bite and having you stroke her hair more than the act itself. Definitely just wants to lounge and hold you and listen to your heartbeat. will apologize if the two of you got a little rough and you're sore haha

I think she's into marking. listen. it ties back into the need for control, and the fact she has a hard time admitting when she wants something. leaving hickeys? biting your neck? it's a way to say that you're hers in a physical manner that she can't quite manage verbally. definitely the sort to get jealous and randomly pull you into a closet to suck on your neck and smile the whole time like she's not SEETHING bc another woman made you smile (adela wins the award for most normal woman ever)

FINGERING QUEEN. She's so so so good with her hands <3 if you have a hand kink, she's a great partner, because her hands are so nice and soft, with pretty nails and long fingers, which can and WILL reach places inside you that you didn't realize existed. honestly think she could just finger you forever and never tire of it until you're like. i need to tap out i can't feel my thighs anymore LOL

on the flip side, i think she also likes it when you make a mess out of her. as much as she adores loving and gentle sex, i think she likes feeling needed. she likes feeling wanted. so mark her up in return. she's okay with a little pain, so bite her as much you want. pull her hair. let her know that you desire her as much as she desires you.

#liya answers #path to nowhere #path to nowhere x reader #adela x reader #path to nowhere smut #the obvious joke here is that adela is also great at scissoring #which i will not deny!#smut #x reader

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prisoner-of-sin · 6 months

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Just Us (18+)

Adela x Female!Reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, Fingering, Scissoring, Aftercare, Female!Reader. NSFW!

Requests: OPEN

I HAD to do it. This is a 100% self-indulgent fic. I lo e Adela so much 😭 Hope you all enjoy and please stay safe!

Adela gives you a soft smile as her fingers expertly dance in your folds, rubbing your sensitive clit. You have lost count of the orgasms that went through you, they merged together like the ocean. You looked perfect in her eyes: the muddled makeup, the tears streaming down your face and the drool slipping past your puffy lips. You couldn't form a sentence, you whined and begged for her to continue her onslaught.

Screw being dolled up, you were perfect right now.

Adela slips two fingers into your sobbing pussy, her eyes never once leaving your face. It scrunched in undeniable pleasure as the electricity shot through your entire body. Her tips run against the spongy part of your walls and a loud moan manages to rip from your chest, her free hand holds down your body as the pace is agonizingly slow. Her digits scissor inside of you while her thumb gently rubs your clit. The volume of your moan was music to her ears, your thighs keep quivering from the stimulation.

"Let it out, you're so close." Adela encourages, pushing her fingers to the deepest part she could. She rubs and pokes the delightful spots in you, trying to send you over the edge into bliss. It's when you try to fight past her hidden strength to cling to her and she denies it, your orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. She continues to move, curling her fingers against your g-spot until your head rolls back and even more drool leaves your parted lips. Your essence squirts onto the sheets and coats her fingers, your body trembles uncontrollably as you nearly forget where you are.

Adela keeps her fingers moving but softly to keep your orgasm prolonged, to ease you down from the high. Your face is contorted with pure ecstasy– feelings of happiness and clinginess. She wastes no time to adjust on her knees and lower herself onto your body, getting comfortable as both her hands now cup your face. Her lips meet yours in a passionate embrace and her tongue prodes to seek entrance. Your tongues dance together in perfect rhythm, teeth occasionally bump together. Your hands tangle in her deep colored locks, pulling her impossibly closer than ever and it muffled both of your moans.

"Do you want more, my darling?" Adela's hot breath lingers on your quivering lips as she pulls away from the kiss, you want to answer but barely whimper in response. Her soft lips dominate yours once more, her hands now roam your curves and squeeze the flesh as she grinds into you.

"I want more of you," Adela's finely manicured nails dig into your skin to hold you in place. She places a quick kiss on your lips, having you crave more as she moves away to adjust herself, lifting one of your thighs to slit herself between your legs. Her pussy hovers over your own and you clench your eyes shut, expecting the overwhelming pleasure to strike hard. When she lowers, both of you moans fuse together as she takes a moment to enjoy the feeling.

Adela slowly grinds and the simplest of movements take both of your breaths away. She stares at you lovingly, loosely holding onto your thigh as she leisurely grinds your pussies together. She doesn't stop when your back arches off the bed, oversensitized by all of it. Your nubs bump together and the electricity easily shoots through you both. She was panting, the very knot in her stomach threatening to burst but she held out. She was made for you, both of your cunts fit together perfectly.

"I-I.." You tried to speak but the cries of pleasure interrupted your ability. Adela grinds firmly against you, knowing exactly what you were trying to say. The way your moans were heightened in pitch and the frequency of them, your climax was in sight. She was at the same peak, she could taste the sweet salvation.

It was in an instant that you came, silently screaming Adela's name as you tried to beg her to stop. She quickens her rolling and tightens her grip on your thigh as she hunches slightly, seeking to follow you in release. The wet sounds drive her to her breaking point, coming shortly after you with a low moan– cum mixing together as she hardly moves to ride the high.

"I-I love you, my darling." Adela hums, carefully moving and placing a kiss on your thigh, trailing them toward your knee. Her hands rest on your hips to massage the tissue and help you calm down. "That's it, you're doing so good." She praises, moving to the other leg and giving it the same treatment. She proceeds to encourage you to calm down and you finally feel your breathing even out. She finally pulls away, and climbs off the bed and disappears for a moment, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What was Adela doing? Was she going to get a toy and ruin you more? Your eyes watch the door she went through, your mind scrambling to realize it was the bathroom. How long has she gone for? She walks out with a few rags dangling from her hands and she takes a seat next to you.

"You must be tired, my darling." Adela runs the cool rag along your shaking thighs, cleaning up the mixed cum so it doesn't irritate the skin. You mumble a 'thank you', looking over her damp body. She must have cleaned herself before returning to the room. You shudder when the rag carefully dips into your sensitive folds.

"A-ah! Careful!" You squeak, making Adela giggle and pull away. She looks at you with loving eyes and lays on top of you, placing a soft kiss on your jaw. You embrace her and kiss her on the top of her head as she nuzzles into your neck.

"I love you," Adela whispers. You smile to yourself and rub her back soothingly.

"I love you too. Nap time?" You yawn, barely able to keep your eyes open. Adela hums in response, keeping her eyes closed as she relaxes herself.

It was one of those stressful days where lovers reunite at home, hoping to relieve stress. Adela was promised to be able to stay with you as long as she behaved. She has never once broken that promise.

#path to nowhere #ptn #path to nowhere x reader #ptn x reader #path to nowhere adela #ptn adela #path to nowhere adela x reader #ptn adela x reader

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ptn-imagines · 2 months

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I bloody hope you aren't overwhelmed with numerous requests yet (please take care of yourself and rest well!) but may I please request a one shot telling how Adela wants to help her beloved (female sinner as well) get rid of her unpleasant remembrances via a haircut but the sinner refuses to cut her hair as it now holds the most precious and charming memories as well – the ones about Adela? Thank you very much in advance.

Here you go, anon! This is my very first imagine for this blog, so I hope it was worth the wait! I feel like I fell off towards the end, but eh... You know what they say about being your own worst critic.

THE PRICE OF FORSAKEN MEMORIES [ sinner reader x adela ]

rating. teen and up audiences cws. depictions of ptsd and disassociation, implicit hallucinations (visual and audible) word count. 1,683 words.

Mania, among those afflicted, was primarily characterized by the suffering it wrought. Blood, sweat and tears; these were the things that the illness seemed to feed on, the things it was most skilled at drawing out. Mania would bleed a person's heart dry, and then, and only then, would it allow the withered husk left behind to depart from the world. It was a brutal and sadistic inevitability, and even Sinners knew they simply had more time than the rest. Still, amid all the misery and pain, there were good days; days where the Mania was quiet, and the afflicted could play at being “normal.” Healthy. Uninfected. Something other than the refuse of society.

Today, for you, was not one of those days.

You'd buried yourself underneath every duvet you owned to stave off the frigid chill that seeped into your bones. Now, your skin sweltered, drops of sweat pouring down your forehead; and yet, your teeth continued to chatter as shivers wracked your body, fragile in a way known only to the Mania-ridden.

You could feel your blood sprinting through your veins like it had places to be, your treacherous heart spurred into an overtime frenzy. Reason and past experience told you you weren't going to die here – but oh, it certainly felt as though the last grain of sand in the hourglass had fallen for you.

At least I'm not coughing blood this time. A macabre musing that claws its way to the surface of the muck. It carves a smile onto your lips, half-delirious with pain as you are.

You keep your eyes shut. Nothing can muffle the whispers, then the shouts and the screams – but you can blind yourself to the hazy shadows that lurk in the corners, turn your back to the memories that vie for you to bring them to life. No. Not today.

Your body shudders. A cough spills from your throat. If you spoke, would you know your own voice? Nightmares thread with reality as you lay there, a prisoner with no chains, shackled to that day, both your origin and your ending.

A bell rings through the apartment, sharp enough to cut through the empty haze. A bell, a bell, what did it mean again? Your mind struggles under the weight of your half-buried past as Mania tries to claw you back into its wretched grasp. A bell…

Adela. The thought is a lantern shining through the oppressive gloom. Your eyes snap open, the specters fleeing from the light she has brought to the tiny apartment. Your heart still beats to an uneven tempo, but it's no longer the sickness making you dizzy.

“Dearest, are you in here?” Her voice, sweet and silvery like birdsong, is muffled, but you can hear her footsteps approach. You're still too weak to get up, so you wait, a little smile on your lips. It's been a long day. You can't wait to see her.

The door creaks open – you were supposed to call someone about that, weren't you? – and Adela's beautiful face peers into the bedroom. You offer her a little wave, and she breaks out into a radiant smile.

At least, until she notices your ashen-faced features; her smile melts into a worried frown, and she's at your side in a moment. She feels your forehead for a temperature, fretting like a mother hen. She always does this. It never gets any less adorable.

“Are you alright, dear?” she worries, scanning you for obvious signs of malady. “You have a fever… Are you sick?”

You giggle a bit despite how it scrapes at your raw throat, leaning into her tender touch. You are sick, but not in the way she means. “Just a bad day,” you whisper, reaching to intertwine your fingers, and you see the moment realization dawns on her. Of course, she knows; she's a Sinner too, after all. She cannot remember what trauma triggered her change like you can, but Mania finds its ways to torment her even so.

“Oh, my beloved…” Adela's free hand goes to your cheek, gently caressing your face. “I'm sorry. I should have been here.” She's always like this; always blaming herself for things she couldn't possibly control. You don't think you'll ever change this about her, not for lack of trying.

Still, you don't want to let her dwell on it, so you shake your head, rasping a reply: “You're here now, ‘dela. That's… what matters most to me.” You give her the best smile you can, comforting her in the only way you currently know how.

Adela blinks a few times, as though she's surprised you're not blaming her. She probably is; the silly woman takes so much of others’ burdens onto her own shoulders that she's forgotten what it's like not to be responsible for somebody else's woes. “...Thank you, dearest,” she finally manages to say, giving your hand a little squeeze. “Still, forgive my saying this, but you look truly awful. How can I help?”

Your eyes flutter close as you let out a considering hum. “Tea. Then cuddles.”

A few minutes later, you're sipping at a cup of Adela's special tea blend while sitting in your girlfriend's lap. Her hands stroke through your hair, so gentle and kind, and her warmth combined with the sweet and delicate aroma of the drink banishes the darkness that yet lingers. A contented silence settles over the pair of you, basking in the safety and adoration of one another.

…No, not quite contented. Something's on Adela's mind; you can tell by the way her hands occasionally pause before resuming their stroking. You think about asking her about it, but she beats you to it; a gentle sigh passes her lips, and she speaks.

“It was a very bad day for you, wasn't it?” she asks quietly. You glance at the mirror on the wall and see that Adela is fixated on a particular spot on your back. You can imagine what she's seeing, even if it's only in her mind; tresses of twisted, mangy hair spilling over your shoulders, the embodiment of your stress and your anxiety. You wonder how long it is after today.

You can't deny it, so you give an affirmative hum. Adela leans forward to slowly rest against your back, eyes meeting yours in the mirror as she rubs gentle circles into your shoulders. It's a blissful sensation, and only the prospect of the upcoming conversation keeps you present in the moment.

“I don't know why you don't let me cut it away, my love,” she whispers, her breath tickling your ear. You don't remember quite exactly how you found out about Mad Shears; you suspect Adela tampered with those memories. Nevertheless, you'd remembered enough to find your way back to the hairdresser, even after she fled to another neighborhood. She'd been shocked, but… that was years ago now, and you didn't like to think of it much. It had led to a beautiful love blossoming between the two of you, and that's all you cared to dwell on.

“You're in so much pain,” Adela continues, and you remain silent, trying to gather together the words to say. Adela takes that as a cue to keep talking. “I could fix it all for you. Dearest, why won't you let me help you?”

You sit up properly, and do your best to ignore the twinge of your heart at Adela's little disappointed sigh. “My pain… It's not just tied to the day I became a Sinner, is it?” you answer, your eyes never leaving those of your most beloved in the mirror. “It's entrenched in my Mania. You'd have to wipe my memory completely to erase it, and even then, there's a chance traces of it could linger, right?”

Adela was silent for a moment, hesitant in the face of the flaws in her ability. Her eyes lowered, gaze once again falling your hallucinatory locks of hair; by the way her fingers twisted around nothing, she was fruitlessly attempting to comb out the mess of worries. “But you'd still feel much better than you do now,” she murmured. “Isn't it worth a try?”

“It's a short-term solution to a long-term problem, Adela.” You finally turned around to face your girlfriend properly; her shocked gaze lifted up to your face, and you reached out to stroke her cheeks, smiling. “Besides, even if I was happier for a little bit… I'd eventually just end up even more miserable. Do you know why?”

Adela is silent for a long while, her gaze on you feeling like flames licking your skin. Eventually, ever so slowly, she shakes her head, looking lost. “I don't know. Please tell me.”

“Because… I'd be losing you, the person I love more than anyone or anything.” Adela's eyes widen with shock; even though you feel this should be plain to see, it's clear that such an answer hadn't ever crossed her mind. “Adela, my love, you're the reason I ultimately get up each morning; you're why I haven't curled up and died yet. Without you… I'd be swallowed by my Mania sooner or later, memories or no.”

The other Sinner stared at you as though she was seeing you in a whole new light. Wonder was the one word to describe her expression. Eventually, she shook herself out of it, features curling into the heartfelt smile you adored so much. “I can't say I understand, but… I do trust you. When you say these things… I can't help but feel they must be true.”

“That's good enough for me.” You hold out your arms, and Adela melts into them. She's deceptively strong, but right now, with her body curled against yours, she reminds you of a weak and fragile baby animal. You hold her closer. “You don't have to understand, love. As long as you don't go all Mad Shears on me in my sleep.”

It's a joke, and Adela must know it, judging by the light giggle she lets out. Still, her reply, almost inaudible, is in earnest.

“I promise, my dearest.”

#ptn #path to nowhere #ptn adela #path to nowhere adela #adela #ptn imagines #path to nowhere imagines #imagines

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sinful-lanterns · 4 months

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MWUAHAHAHHA ANGEY I KNEW IT… happy holidays—do you happen to have any adela headcanons (sfw or otherwise? 😊)

OOOO ADELA! She’s one of my favorite sinners, so ofc I have headcanons regarding her! (Both sfw and nsfw!)

This will be my first drabble on this blog too, so congratulations!

sfw and nsfw under the cut

SFW Adela headcanons:

- Adela is allergic to animal fur. If you want to have a pet with her, it’d have to be hairless pet, a small, caged animal, or something that lives in the water!

- Adela’s body is naturally very cold, so cuddling with her might be a bit frigid 😅

- One time when you showed her the movie Edward Scissorhands, Adela attempted to learn how to cut bushes like him. It did not go well.

- Adela does not handle spicy food well at all. Maybe this is a direct callout to her being British (due to her accent and all) but she gets really red-faced and coughs quite easily 💕

- She likes to give her partner scalp massages. She thinks it’s a very intimate bonding experience.

- Adela is experienced in cutting hair for children. She’s very good at bonding with the child, and in turn she makes the haircut quick and easy, despite how much children hate haircuts <3

- Adela’s love language is words of affirmation and acts of service. She will pick up on the little things you like and do them for you, or constantly remind you how much she loves you :)

NSFW Adela headcanons:

- Adela is a switch with a top/dom lean. Specifically a service top as she loves to please her partner 💖

- Sometimes i headcanon her as transfem, so there will be times she is amab in my fics/thirsts!

- Adela doesn’t use toys often. She prefers using her own body or a strap if you really want to use a toy.

- Her fingers are very long and nimble. They are perfect for reaching deep inside you and Adela uses this to her advantage.

- In terms of kinks, she’s pretty vanilla. However, she is very curious about light bondage (specifically binding your wrists together) and blindfolds since she likes surprising you when your senses are deprived.

- She’s one of those women that loves soft, intimate, and romantic sex. So very rarely will you do anything rough, as Adela likes to take her time with you 💕

- She is a goddess at aftercare. Expect warm tea, sweets, a warm meal, blankets, and more after you’re done having sex with Adela. She loves to please and she loves to please you especially!

#⛓️ mbcc lovepost #path to nowhere #adela smut #adela x reader #ptn

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gay-as-fucking-hell · 2 months

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Thinking about a Modern AU for Path to Nowhere and I've got prompts! :D

Office romance with Eirene. She's the cold hearted CEO of Quinn Corporations who has never been in a relationship before and you're the overworked employee that has only ever been in toxic relationships.

Eirene interrupts a yelling your boss was giving you and that interaction soon leads to many more between the two of you. Through you, she finds out about the toxic work environment and mistreatment within her company. This leads to Eirene ordering an overhaul of each department with a multitude of firings of shitty employees occurring and a reworking of many systems.

The both of you grow closer to one another and soon feelings start to bloom. But there's a problem, Eirene's doesn't know a thing about romance and is to prideful to outright ask you out, and you're as dense as a rock and in denial with the possibility of her liking you.

Mafia romance with Zoya. She's the leader of the infamous gang The Legion and you're a forced stripper trying to work off the debt your parents accumulated from a different gang by working at their club.

Zoya was visiting the club to discuss gang matters with the owner when you come over to entertain her whilst she waited for them. She found herself enamoured by you. You looked so out of place, like you didn't belong in your current position and this peeked Zoya's interest. She starts coming to the club regularly, booking you for a few hours in a VIP lounge and eventually conversations start between the two of you.

You both become friends somewhat and you start looking forward to her visits. Zoya starts to get bold, becoming touchy with you and asking more personal questions. You do the same, wanting to know more about her and encouraging her touches whilst initiating your own. Soon the sexual tension becomes too thick to bare and you have sex with her. Afterwards, your boss tries to stop future appointments with Zoya but she doesn't plan on letting that happen.

Amnesia and Small Town romance with Adela. She's a well-known local of the area with a famous salon and you're a new resident who's settling into the area.

You end up moving into town after a nasty divorce with your ex-husband, just wanting to be away from him and to start fresh somewhere. As you're settling in, you start going out for things and talking to the locals. You are told about many things within the town along with a salon and its highly praised owner.

You soon decide to visit the salon for a haircut and now you cant shake the feeling of familiarity during or after your visit. Soon you start getting odd dreams and visions of a life within this small town with the most prominent ones being a fight with your father, a car accident, a mysterious lady, and a feminine voice with a britsh accent.

Anyone is free to use these prompts, but please tag me. I want credit and I want to read the fics!

I hope you enjoyed my brain rot!

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere x reader #ptn #ptn eirene #ptn zoya #ptn adela #eirene x reader #zoya x reader #adela x reader #writing prompts #au #modern au

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cherrys-fanfic-posting-again · 1 year

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THIS IS FOR MY BESTIE @adela-arts I KNOW IT’S BEEN FOUR YEARS SINCE YOU SENT THIS HEADCANON TO ME BUT THE LEON BRAINROT IS BACK AND IT’S SEVERE and i finally have motivation to write which is wild

No use of gendered pronouns, no use of y/n or name at all for that matter just a simple slightly angsty but soft/comfort fic with Leon that beat me over the head at like four am. If you see me projecting how i need to sleep rn onto these two no you didn't, haven't proofread because I am tIRED I will fix in the morning if there's any mistakes, anyways enjoy xx

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'Not going anywhere, sweetheart' - Leon Kennedy X Reader

When you woke it was with a slight jolt. The distant remnants of the dream that had woke you into an unease already fading into the background of your mind. The familiar tightness of anxiety winding up within your chest.

Turning onto your side the unease melted away, the tightness in your chest faded slowly with a gentle sigh at the sight of Leon next to you. It was just a dream, you repeat to yourself. One that you could not remember the details of but knew played on one of your biggest fears, losing Leon.

It was not an unfounded fear. He had an incredibly dangerous job, not that he could discuss it with you and if he could he wouldn't. The small glimpses were deemed bad enough, but you knew from the haunted look in his eyes when he returned home, and how he withdrew from you for weeks, even months at a time just what kind of toll it took on him.

He would shake with anxiety when at rest, wake up in the middle of the night calling out to people that he had lost, people that blamed him for not saving them. From the various cuts and wounds that would add to the many scars he already had littering his body as a disfigured record of what he had survived yet again, you knew. You knew that one day you could possibly lose him, and it was terrifying. It haunted you in the nights when he wasn’t here, taunted you when he was here beside you, reminding you that he would have to leave again and one day he would never return.

The sound of his work phone ringing gave you anxiety, you’d listen quietly holding onto a breath as he spoke on the line with someone. Breathe a sigh of relief when it came to nothing or solemnly watch him from across the room as he tried to strangle his own phone in his hand damning the caller for what they had dragged him into once more before quietly helping him pack a travel bag to leave you gnawing on your lip and eating yourself alive with anxiety until he returned home again. If he ever would.

The room was dim as the sun was barely just rising but you could still make out the strong structure and soft curves of his face as you sat up on your side leaning against the headboard to watch him in this rare tranquillity.

His hair fell away from his face and messily parted, you can already picture him fixing it in the morning, meticulously parting and brushing out the strands that had shifted out of form. His plump lips slightly parted as he lightly snored, it was hardly noticeable but it and the light rising of his chest was the only sign that he was still alive as he lay still and stiff upon the the mattress, a habit that had formed from what he declared was from time being trained in the military.

The crease Leon usually wore between his brows, a permanent feature of the bottled up emotions he harboured, was now smoothed out leaving subtle fine lines behind reminding you of its presence and its return in the morning.

Not that he was an angry man, he was the sweetest guy you knew but he had been through a lot, more than anyone should have to go through in their lifetime.

It was moments like these you could admire him for who he was, a kindhearted and gentle man, not Agent Kennedy or hardened survivor of Raccoon City, not even the rookie cop that he had told you about before his life went to hell. Just Leon Kennedy, stripped of all the valour, the man you loved.

Dusted across his nose and cheeks was light brown speckles, not as noticeable from afar as they were up close. A small curl at the corner of your lips grow as you scanned them, he had laughed once when you had said that the sun loves him enough to give him that light cluster of freckles, he had found the compliment cheesy pretending to cringe at it and yet you can still remember the smile and light dusting of a blush that lingered on his face for minutes after.

Oh, how at ease he looked when he didn’t have the horrors of his job looming over him. When for a brief moment he could act like he was an average citizen. It was a beautiful sight to behold and unfortunately a rare one.

It had only been mere minutes that you had spent admiring him and yet as if he could sense someone watching him he woke from his sleep, eyes opening up to squint at the room around him and dart his eyes toward you, observing cautiously how you sat up to watch over him and he relaxed again. It was still dark, not quite morning and not quite night but still he couldn’t fathom why you would be awake at this hour watching him.

He coaxed you to lie beside him once again and you did, sinking beneath the sheets once again and shuffling into his side as he questioned, voice still thick with sleep. “What are you doing up?”

“Just making sure you’re still here.” you spoke softly as you now pressed into his side, your head resting on his shoulder and your hand placed upon his chest gently stroking along his skin. “I had a dream, I can’t remember it but when I woke I was worried you were gone again.” you sounded guilty. The emotions that his job put you through were tough ones, he knew them all too well himself, and yet you never complained, never got angry at him for having to leave, you only worried when he was gone and then worried when he was home for the next moment when he would be gone. It was something he warned you about even tried to convince you to leave him over and yet you remained.

Either you were a glutton for misery or you really loved him. He hoped it was the latter.

With a heavy and contented sigh he angled himself towards you pressing a kiss to your hair and even if he couldn’t guarantee to keep the promise he still made it. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” And for your sake more than his own he hoped that even if it’s just for a few days, he’d be able to keep that promise.

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"La Adelita" ♡ Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader

previous ☆ you're here

2nd chapter summary: a second letter, a response and a confession

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warnings: fem!reader, spanish with translations, your half-sibling is still very much important for the plot.

tags: mexican leo, extra cheesiness, you both love each other, fluff, happy ending

II. If you were my boyfriend...

You didn't want to admit you spent more time with Leo than before. Maybe if he didn't give you such a cute letter, you wouldn't be inviting him to have lunch at your cabin table.

— What? — Leo looked up from the gadgets he had on his work table —. I thought I was the one following you around, not the one being invited to follow you — he joked, reference to one of your previous talks together intended.

You rolled your eyes:—. I thought it would be nice to invite you, but I guess you don't have to accept — you said teasingly.

— I'm accepting — Leo chuckled —. I'm just saying, you kind of like me, don't you?

There he was again, flirting like it was the easiest thing in the world.

— And what if I do, Leo?

He looked shocked at your words.

— You called me Leo aaaaand youuu like me — he teased with a smile on his face, cleaning his hands with a rag that seemed dirty enough to pass to another life.

— You are an idiot.

— But you like this idiot — he hugged you, you corresponded.

Flirty Leo was back. You liked to assume it was because he finished the letter and could focus on his actual work

— You are kind of touchy today — you giggled.

— You think so? — he looked at you, his hands still hugging you.

— Yeah, but it's okay.

— You are getting soft~~ you are made out of butter! — Leo said as he grabbed your waist and started tickling you. You began to laugh until you both ended on the floor, him still teasing you.

— Leo — laugh —. Stooop — uncontrollable laughter.

Leo lifted his hands up as a way of surrender:—. Okay, I stop — he still had a grin on his face.

You took this opportunity to tickle him while he was on top of you. For obvious reasons, he was now laying on the floor while you were beside him, making him laugh. Leo tried saying your name but there were multiple laughters coming from him that weren't letting the letters come out of his mouth.

You stopped teasing him. Leo was trying to get back his composture after so much laughing.

— Gods, not even I laughed that much — you scoffed, Leo started giggling a little —. You are gonna die of laughter if you keep doing it. And I'm warning you, I can be very funny.

— Yeah, but not as much as me — he gazed at you as he had a smile drawn on his face.

— We should go- — the conch sound interrupted you — have lunch — you got up and offered Leo a hand, he gladly took it.

Maybe you both were holding your hands a little longer. The son of Hephaestus was already up but he still didn't want to let go.

You thought to yourself that this was incredibly romantic.

— Your hands are way too warm — you stopped holding hands.

You both went to the dining room with some playful pushing. At some point you almost threw him to the ground, but he managed not to.

As you sat beside each other at your cabin's table, Victoria made a whistle sound.

— You brought your novio*? — Leo kind of blushed at those words coming from your half-sibling, even if they reminded him of some quinceañera shit.

*boyfriend

— I don't know what you are talking about — you sounded a little nervous, pretending not to understand.

— Dunno, Adela — Victoria winked —. Maybe I jumped into conclusions — she was hit by another sudden realization —. Oh yeah, sorry to bother you and your companion, BUT I have something for you. Maybe you could understand your Mexican soldier wiiiiith — she lifted up a book —. This.

— What is it? — you grabbed it, trying to read the words on the title; mxicna rolutieon. Well, it didn't say that, you just couldn't read it very well.

— My awesome girlfriend might have stolen a book I asked her to... aaaaand I requested it for you! Just so you could understand this Mexican better. I think it says 'Mexican Revolution' in the title, and some other stuff that isn't very, you know, readable or, well I don't know the word — she grinned like an idiot.

You were thankful, obviously. But did she have to give it to you infront of the author of the letters?

— Oh, yeah — you played dumb —. I suppose it can help. I still don't know who they are though — you turned to Leo —. Sorry, I didn't tell you — you giggled —. I may have this... uh, admirer that says I'm like an Adelita. Vic told me about them. It's so cute, you have to read the letter!

Leo wasn't one to know if you were acting or not, but he was awful at faking.

— Really? And you don't know who he is? — he felt so dumb just for not using neutral pronouns.

— I don't. But, they said that if I wanted to be their girlfriend, wife... I really don't know who they could be — if Mr. D saw your acting he would have applauded —. But it was so romantic! And Vic translated the Spanish for me.

Leo looked at Victoria:—. Where are you from?

— Maldonado, Uruguay — she smiled kindly —. And you?

The boy was hesitating:—. Texas — he finally responded. He was trying not to get associated with your admirer, even though you already knew.

— Really? The way you got nervous when I said novio felt like a casual tía and sobrino interaction — she teased —. Well, I will leave you guys alone — Victoria winked at you —. Bye, bye!

And your half-sibling went off to the Hermes cabin table.

— I'm sorry if she made you uncomfortable. We kind of bonded over the letter I got yesterday — you confessed and started looking at the book. You opened it and- wait, it wasn't writing in English, it was far more understandable to the eye —. It's translated to Ancient Greek, I didn't know this type of translations existed!

— Will you read it? — Leo asked and grabbed a piece of his food.

— Yeah. I was called Adelita, after all. I have to read about them — you looked at Leo, who seemed very happy in a calm way —. What?

— Nothing. It's cute.

... TiMESKiP ...

The day passed, and eventually you got to your bedroom after dinner. You ate with your half-siblings but Leo was missing, he said he had a project he was currently working on... What a coincidence that there was another letter on your bed when you came to your cabin.

"If you were gone with another man

I would follow you by land and by sea.

Si por mar, en un buque de guerra.

Si por tierra, en un tren militar"

You and Victoria pulled an all-nighter talking about the letter.

Apparently, it said somerhing that if you were gone with another man, he would follow you everywhere, if by sea: on a warship, if by land: on a military train.

— Don't be scared about it. I think it's just a reference to the history behind the song.

You really weren't scared. You kind of were in love.

— It's really cute — you smiled like an idiot.

— Guacha*, don't tell me you don't think Leo Valdez is the writer! — some of her accent popped up.

*Uruguayan expression. It works as 'girl' in this case.

You sighed:—. I knew since you explained me about the Adelitas, actually-

— Oh. My. Gods. Girl! And you didn't tell me the gossip!

— I kind of wanted Leo to keep sending me this kinda stuff... so I didn't tell anyo-

— You gotta confess. No more flirting and all that. If you don't confess to him I will set you both up.

— But how can I respond to-

— Girl. It's a damn song. He just went and changed some words so it looked like poetry — Victoria looked at you with an "are you serious" expression on her face.

— Yeah but they are like- deep, you know — you were frustrated —. How am I going to-

— Write to him in Spanish! I can help — she kept interrupting you.

— I don't know Spanish and I'm scared that I will do some mistake when wri-

— I have a dictionary with me — she gigled —. We are set, Adela de Leo Valdez*.

*Leo Valdez's Adela

...

So yeah, Victoria and you might have spent the whole night writing. You made your handwriting look decent and wrote just four lines (the format Leo chose in his letters)

The plan was made. You would give the letter to him during breakfast-

If only you didn't fall asleep while holding the letter you wrote on your bed. You missed breakfast. Damn, at this point Leo could scold you by the amount of meals you were missing.

You heard the door open, while still being three quarters asleep.

Someone sat beside your bed. You knew they were watching but you weren't really uncomfortable by it. You kind of assumed it was Leo.

And yeah, it was him. You surely knew when he started to talk. You still pretended to be completely asleep.

— Ay, Adelita. You skip your meals. How can you take care of me when you don't take care of yourself? — you were so invested in knowing what he was going to say that you stayed in the same position and kept your sleepy breathing —. Te ves hermosa así de relajada, ¿eh? Toda tranquilita* — he sighed dreamily.

*You look beautiful while being this relaxed, so calm.

You noticed Leo wasn't doing anything. Perhaps he was staring at something. Oh, wait, you still had your letter in hand. He took it with a lot of care, not trying to wake you up.

He opened the letter that had his name on his envelope. You felt some confused noises coming from him. Yeah, Leo kind of struggled more with reading than you.

You opened your eyes, acting as if you just woke up and stretched.

— Looking at my stuff, Leo?

Your voice was a little deeper because you woke up recently. Leo tried not to blush at that.

— I saw my name on it-

— I can read you the parts in- — you yawned — English. Because I have a really bad Spanish pronunciation.

— Did your sibling help you with this? — Leo looked at you like you hung the stars on the sky.

— Well, yeah. We stayed up until like- five am or something. I was tired. I guess Vic went with her girlfriend and left me here — you laughed a little, not a single sign of being annoyed by your sibling's behavior.

— So... — Leo leaned his head on your bed —. Will you read it to me?

— Don't laugh at my Spanish. If you do, I'll start writing you hate letters — you cleared your throat. You practiced your Spanish with Victoria, luckily enough, your sentences didn't have any letters the Uruguayans pronounced weirdly (let's not start about how weird the 'y' came out of your sibling's mouth).

And so, you began reciting from memory. Leo looked at you dreamily.

"Si fueras mi novio,

No te dejaría de amar.

I would pull you close to me,

So you can rest in my arms"

Did you just tell him that if he was your boyfriend you wouldn't stop loving him? And with an accent that tried to mimick how your sibling talked? Leo was combusting. He climbed to your bed and hugged you while doing little kicks you would have been caught doing when reading a Jane Austen novel.

— I apologize if my Spanish was shit... kind of speedran learning two whole sentences in one night-

Leo looked at you, not letting go of your body. And he kissed your cheek. You felt your skin was red, maybe because Leo was a damn walking heater and also he just kissed you while hugging you.

— Calla* — he giggled —. What would you say if I told you that you should steal my Mexican accent instead?

*Shut up

— Geez, let me ask you to be my boyfriend first, Leo Valdez — you teased him —. You wanna be my boyfriend?

— Only if I can be your soldier, because you are my Adelita; patching me up, knocking out everyone who challenges you, and making me fall in love with you — he grabbed your hand and kissed one of your knuckles. Leo was perhaps a whole quesadilla at this point of cheesiness.

— Alright, I will be your Adelita — you chuckled —. But I still won our matches.

— You know I can't fight you.

You gave him a short peck on the lips. Leo was blushing like crazy. He gave you quick kisses over some parts of your face; your cheeks, your forehead, your jawline, your chin, and then your lips (the last one wasn't really a short kiss)

And so, an overly cute couple began its story. There were a lot of elements that were crucial during all of it: Leo calling you Adelita, you reading the Mexican Revolution book a few times, Leo being overly affectionate in public and maybe crying when you said something that was a joke to tease him (but he thought you were serious), you patching his hands up because he didn't want to go to the infirmary (spoiler: he just wanted you to take care of him like a little kid and put bandages on his hands), him flirting and you flirting even harder (he ended up kissing you afterwards), and perhaps you had some stares from your friends whenever you called each other cheesy nicknames and did couple-y stuff. Jason and Percy called themselves the matchmakers, Victoria started saying some awful things in Uruguayan slang (how come 'dick taster' was allowed to be said to anyone in her country? That was the less insulting thing she said, sadly), Annabeth just watched with a smile on her face.

There really wasn't any revolution going on, but both of you would fight for each other anyway. And he would come to you so you healed him, not only by putting bandages on his bruises, but also by listening to your voice and seeing your beautiful face.

¡Un aplauso para esta pareja que está enamorada! A round of applause for this couple which is in love!

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