#garofano x reader

[bunnivez]

Hello Hello! May I asked a Alpha Garofano with a breeding kink? Garofano is so MILF, so why not let's give her that😏

(BTW can I be ✨ anon)

Comment: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while and the moment has come… Honestly I am surprised I haven’t seen people write this yet, or maybe they have and I simply haven’t noticed, who knows. Never thought I’d want to see more of Garofano but here I am.

જ⁀➴ … Event .. This event is omegaverse themed

Sweet, gentle, but goodness was it possessive. A perfect description of how good your Alpha fucks you. Her cock felt so perfect inside you, stretching you so good, each thrust was deep but gentle— making you feel every inch of her.

“Oh my sweet baby…” You heard Garofano groan. Her body was sweaty, she was exhausted; thats true, but there was no way she was stopping. The sight of your sweet, fucked out form underneath her is such a pretty sight. So pretty moaning for her, belly bulging slightly from how much she has filled you with her warm seed; your womb is full but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop.

“G-garofano… S-so full..” You managed to say. It was hard to form any words with your current state, it just made you look cuter in your alpha’s eyes. “Ssssh, sweet thing.. I know you can take it, you can— can’t you? Ngh… Pretty girls take their mommy’s cum, and your my pretty girl right?”

She ripped another moan from you. Goodness you couldn’t even move your legs, or feel them. All you could feel was her inside of you, tip hitting that sweet spot repeatedly with every thrust making you whimper.

Suddenly you wrapped your lips around her hard nipple causing her to moan, thrusting into you at a slightly faster pace. “Ah~!”

Your muffled moans and the sound of skin slapping filled the room along with Garofano’s moans. Her pace started to get rougher, but she still held onto you caringly as you let go of her nipple with a soft ‘pop’.

Your pussy was creating more slick as your alpha’s scent got stronger, it only made your heat worse, it made you needy for more and Garofano knew that. She couldn’t help but let out another moan when she felt your gummy walls squeeze around her tighter, urging for her release, urging for her seed.

“Oh darling~.. you feel amazing, you’re so beautiful, so precious. Ah~! Oh i’m going to breed this pretty pussy, you’ll give me babies right? Ohhh~ yes you will.” She grunted, her thrusts picking up pace. She was so close to cumming and so were you; you wrapped your legs around her waist to push her deeper inside you as much as possible.

A few more thrusts, that’s all it took for her to finally fill you up again. Your womb felt like it was about to burst— you are surprised with how she managed to fit some inside you in the first place.

You both simply laid there, catching your breath, your lover still balls deep inside you, her breasts pressed against yours. Despite how exhausted you both were, Garofano wasn’t done with you yet; and she won’t be done until her cum leaks from out of your pussy, until there is no more room in your womb, until she is certain you have been well bred and most likely to end up carrying her offspring.

This time however, you were ass up while your face was buried on the sheets. Oh goodness how you could feel her cock inside you better in this position, deeper, it was overwhelming even. Every small thrust ripped out a loud moan from you, your pussy was so sensitive to a point where everything felt too much, even a small touch.

“Oh my sweet girl… ah.. So pretty, so beautiful taking all of me. You will turn me into a mommy right? Yes, yes my pretty baby will.” She breathy moans and your loud ones filled the room, one of her hands was placed on your hip, while the other on your tummy, feeling the bulge move inside you before pressing it lightly which you cried in response.

Garofano grabbed you my the chin to pull you into a sweet passionate kiss to which you returned, your brain all fuzzy and blank.

Oh how she loves you, her sweet baby, mommy’s good girl.

𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐳 — Do not copy, plagiarize, or repost any of my work without permission, and most of all— don’t claim my work as yours!

[shrimshrim4fun]

Dating headcanons for Garofano:

(It ain’t great but just a quick scramble, it might be a bit OCC but I tried my best 😞)

SFW-

- Possessive, she wants you to rely on her and she want to feel close to you. Make sure you don’t ever leave her ❤️

- She loves making clothes for you, around 99% of your clothes are made by her. She likes to see you wear them. A sign that you belong to her.

- I think she would crochet you stuff, like she probably does yearning because she probably knits.

- If you ask she’ll make you all type of plushies if you like them. If you like something from a claw machine, she might not be able to get it but she’ll make you one by hand.

- The best way to return this is by just spending time with her. She likes your presence and you yapping to her.

- Her house is very cozy, lots of candles and a very homey vibe

- Y’all cuddle a lot and I mean A LOT. She enjoys holding you close, your face nuzzling into the crook of her neck or into her chest as she whispers sweet things into your ears.

- She cooks food for you a lot. Whatever you want that day, she’ll make. She’s a really good cook.

- She’s a great mother figure and deals well with kids.

NSFW-

- Sex for her is slow and sensual. She wants to make sure you enjoy it and doesn’t want to hurt you, but if you insist she’ll be more rough.

- Kinda has a lactation kink 🧍‍♀️It might just be me but she enjoys you sucking at her nipples as she fingers you. She also likes it after a long day, you laying on her as you suck her stress away.

- Mommy kink. Do I need to say more. Like look at her. She’s the type to say stuff like: Your doing so good for me baby. And if you accidentally whimper mommy she’s so turned on I know it.

- She rarely uses a strap or any type of toy. She likes to know its her body that’s making you feel good and not some toy.

- Her tits are quite….large. So they are quite sensitive and she enjoys it if you gently knead them in your hand. Cupping one of her breasts and kneading it softly really helps her release stress. She will start moaning and sighing🧍‍♀️I was there when it happened.

- A god with her fingers. Hitting all the places within you.

- I actually think she’s quite vanilla but isn’t afraid to do anything you want. But she will refuse anything that will hurt you like whipping.

- She’s more of a praise than degrading person. She likes to reassure you and make you feel good about yourself.

- Her aftercare is SO GOOD. Like you got tea, a bath, blankets, your all cleaned up, you don’t have to move a muscle. She’ll make sure everything is perfect. Cuddling is a huge thing after love making. Holding you in her arms and reassuring on how good you did for her

That’s about it, it ain’t great but I tried my best 😭 Who should I do next?

[brickeater712]

in the back of the tailor shop

yes from my ao3 who is surprised i just want to put my stuff here too

summary: your boss, garofano, finds you thinking about her in the back of her shop. she's more than happy to help you with that.

cw: garofano x fem!reader, mommy kink, praise, degradation, possessive garo, fing/ering

a/n: meant to be super indulgent lol.

minors dni

“dear, can you hand me the pincushions from the back? and be careful with the pins!” garofano’s pleasant voice rings through the cosy little shop, jolting you out of your daydreams. you snap back to reality, immediately squeaking out a high-pitched ‘yes, miss garofano!’ your hands fumble around the table, grabbing the pincushion by its sides, and scuttling out of the back of the shop. 

you walk briskly to the front of the shop, eyes pinned on the older woman, sitting at the table with cloth in between her slim fingers. across her is another woman- her client presumably, sipping on a cup of tea while staring out the windows of the shop. you hand garofano the cushion, and she smiles at you before taking it.

“thank you, dear.” the warm tone makes you flush, and a “no problem” comes out under your breath- before you hurry back to where you were before. you clean up the items you had swiped around on the table, but pause when you hear conversation coming from the outside.

“new assistant?” garofano’s client asks, voice echoing into the back. you move to the wall to hear them better.

“yes.” garofano nods. “cute thing, isn’t she? always so eager to help.” she chuckles, putting a pin into the cushion, still warm from your grasp. “i’m quite lucky to have such an… enthusiastic… assistant…” her eyes quickly flit to the back of the shop, and sure enough- meet your own- peeking from the back, just like she knew you would be. 

you quickly duck behind the wall, hoping you were quick enough to hide. they continue conversing, and you heave a sigh of relief.

“how adorable! she does look to be pretty shy, no?” the client giggles, taking another sip of tea after. 

“she is… but it’s cute to see her reactions whenever i call her over.” garofano smiles, continuing to stitch the garment in her hands. you don’t hear the rest of the conversation though- you rush to the furthest corner of the back to calm yourself down- especially your red face. 

your mind races- she thinks that you’re cute? you smack yourself a few times on the head gently- maybe she just said that in a platonic way, is all! ah… but the thought of her calling you cute in… other settings … floods your mind- and the heat in your face fails to leave, and instead spreads to the core between your legs.

it’s not that much of a secret that you’re crushing on the older woman- she’s kind, soft, and beautiful- and she has a strange glint in her eyes whenever you look directly into them, but that isn’t that important. you just hope garofano hasn’t caught on- you’d sink into a hole if your boss ever found out you were crushing on her. 

you indulge in your fantasies just a little bit more, except that little bit turns into a lot more- and you lose track of time in the little corner of the shop. you imagine- garofano whispering in your ear, running her scarred hands down your arms, calling you every sweet little pet name you could think of-

“honey? are you okay?” garofano’s voice, next to you all of a sudden, jolts you out of your daydream. you turn from the wall to see garofano herself, standing next to you with a concerned look on her face. you stare at her in shock- there’s that glint in her eyes again!- trying to come up with an excuse for why you were slacking off in the corner. 

before you can utter a word, she presses the back of her palm to your forehead. you find yourself leaning slightly into her touch, almost daring to collapse forward onto her. “you're burning up, dear.” garofano says, concerned. “are you sick?”

of course you weren't- but you didn't know how to explain the truth. “i-” you begin to stammer out, trying to save face. “i- i was just-”

“-fantasising?” the older woman cuts you off, no longer donning that concerned look on her face.

“h-huh?” you stutter, face growing redder by the second. swiftly, garofano removes her hand from your forehead and puts it gently against your neck, pinning you against the corner. 

“the way you blush and look away whenever i call for you isn't subtle, dearie.” she says nonchalantly, as if this were a chat with a client of hers. “not to mention the way your thighs clench just that little bit.” she sighs, and she looks down. “just like you are right now.”

you can only squeeze your legs closer together in response, eyes trying to look anywhere but her face. 

“look up, baby.” garofano almost coos, using her other hand to tilt your head upwards until your gaze meets hers. you shake ever so slightly in her grasp, as if you were a small animal. 

“i- i’m sorry- ” you choke out, but garofano presses against your throat harder, effectively silencing you.

“don't be, dear, i do find you quite amusing…” she leans in to whisper into your red ear. “and quite adorable.” 

you involuntarily let out a whimper, feeling your knees almost buckle under garofano's gaze. she giggles, a stark contrast to the serious tone she had on just a moment ago. “but… i think you should be disciplined for slacking on the job, no?” she questions, feigning a stern look.

garofano loosens her grip on your throat, waiting for you to consent to her proposal. “yes, m-miss garofano…” you trail off, body starting to shiver in anticipation. she presses a soft kiss to your forehead, before pulling you against her body fiercely. 

“good.” garofano's voice drops, and it goes straight to your cunt. “little whores who get wet during work should be punished.” 

you whine in her grasp, hips almost rocking forward, but her hands hold your desperate body still. “none of that here, hm? when you’re with me, i am the only one who gives you pleasure.” 

garofano turns your body around, your back against her front, and her soft chest now. she lifts you a couple of inches above the ground with surprising strength, and brings both of you over to the couch at the side of the room. she sits down with you on her lap, and you squirm excitedly, spreading your legs for her. 

“what a naughty girl, already eager to get to the main course?” she bites down on your ear, making you squeal. “how long have you been waiting for this? poor girl.” garofano muses. she doesn’t wait for you to answer. “no matter, mommy will make up for what you’ve been missing out.” 

the title makes your cunt throb, and you almost moan out loud- but garofano takes the opportunity to slide her scarred fingers into your mouth, pressing and massaging against your tongue. you suck gently on her fingers, leaning back in her embrace. you feel her other hand snaking downwards to the hem of your skirt, pushing it upwards and exposing your panties to the cool air.

her fingers push against the crotch of your panties, rubbing the dampness of it. “already soaked through your panties… my little slut is so impatient.” she groans, the degradation making you gush harder. her deft fingers push the crotch to the side, gently touching your pussy directly. 

“you’re so wet already… all for mommy, right?” garofano lightly taps over your clit, eliciting soft exhales from you. being unable to speak, you nod frantically, hoping to entice her to touch you more. 

“mmffgh!” your moans come out muffled, drool dripping down your chin and staining your skirt. 

“what a dirty girl… you’re lucky we’re in the shop right now, hm? after i’m done ruining you, i’ll just make you a pretty set of clothes- that show you belong all to me .” with the final syllable, she thrusts two of her fingers deep into your cunt, making your back arch away from her. tears well in your eyes from the sudden intrusion, and they only start flowing when garofano finally moves her fingers.

they strike deep- deeper than your own fingers ever go when you fuck yourself in your bed, to the very thought of this scenario- garofano hits all the spots you never hit on your own. every hit makes you whimper, whine and thrash in her hold- but she doesn’t stop angling her fingers, trying to find the spot that’ll make you crumple for her. 

“you’re such a dirty whore… been waiting for this day since you walked in here for the first time.” garofano whispers into your ear, feeling the way your soaked cunt clenches around her fingers. “don’t think i didn’t see the way you wanted me to fold you over the table to take you as mine, huh? don’t worry, darling, mommy will take care of her pathetic little slut whenever she wants, all so she can focus on work after.” 

the thought of it nearly pushes you over the edge, having garofano take care of you sounds like a dream. she pulls her fingers out of your mouth, wiping her wet fingers on your skirt. “what a messy baby. go on, be as loud as you want, ‘kay? the shop is empty.” 

immediately you start moaning out loud, begging her curl her fingers in the way that hits your sweet spot. you’re already close to your orgasm, and you know better than to cum without permission. “garo- ah! miss, can i p-please cum?” you plead, trying to look back at her with teary eyes.

unfortunately, she pulls out her fingers, making you cry out at the empty feeling inside you. “such a good girl, asking me for permission…” garofano clicks her tongue, sighing at you. “but, that’s not my name right now, honey.” she prompts you, seeing the light in your eyes as you understand. 

“m-” you pause, finding it awfully embarrassing to address your boss as such- but considering you were already on her lap with your slick dripping onto her dress, you decide to bury the shame.

“mommy… will you please make me cum?” you mutter, looking around to see garofano with a grin on her face. 

“of course, dear.” she kisses you softly, just like she did before, but the soft action is countered by her hand ripping off your panties and throwing them elsewhere. before you have time to gasp, you hear her mumble something. “you’re my cute little possession.” and just like that, she thrusts three fingers now, back into your dripping pussy. 

immediately, you’re brought back to the edge, the extra stretch making you wail on her lap. “cum for me whenever you like, whore- i’ll give you so much more than just this.” she whispers, curling her fingers in the best way possible. 

you barely manage to whimper out a “thank you” in broken pants, before you explode all over her fingers. it’s messy- cum gushing out of your sore cunt, your high-pitched whines filling the room, and your legs straightening out on reflex. garofano continues to coo at you, throwing in some praises- “you cum so beautifully, my dear”- and some degradation- “look at the way your little cunt is squeezing all around me pathetically”- and each of her words only make your orgasm last longer.

when it’s over, you’re dazed, staring up at the ceiling. you can feel your weak, sweaty body move a little, and before you realise it, you’re lying down on the couch, head on garofano’s lap. you tilt your head upwards, and look up at her calm face, as if nothing had even happened. she strokes your hair gently, and you inch closer to her, inhaling as much of her scent as possible. 

“i hope that felt good, darling.” her voice soothes you, ready to lull you to sleep. exhausted, you simply nod. “you can rest, dear. when you wake, i’ll make you that set of clothes that i said i would. and you can wear them to work, hm?” garofano giggles, the sweet sound like music to your ears. 

you only manage to get out an “mmm”, before you feel the tiredness wash over you.

[sinful-lanterns]

I know we already have drider Garofano,but consider Selkie Garofano! If you didn’t know Selkie are basically seal mermaid that can become full seal or human by taking off or putting on theirs seal skin. And in some stories have to obey a human if they have theirs skin stolen. While most stories you will hear are about a Selkie having her skin stolen and locked into an unhappy marriage, imagine Garofano purposely leaving her skin out and unattended hoping reader will take it and make Garofano her wife!

The Monster AU is flexible! So don’t worry, you can thirst about the PTN women as different monster types, as there is no “canon” monster type for each specific woman. We can have Selkie! Garofano in another universe from the Drider one, this is all for fun after all :D

Speaking of Selkie! Garofano, I think it would be absolutely adorable if the Researcher encounters Garofano’s seal skin while exploring some beaches, yet instead of picking it up and stealing it for herself, the Researcher tries to find Garofano in order to give it back 😭😭

Selkie Garofano would be watching the Researcher from behind some rocks, getting excited as she thinks that the Researcher would make the perfect wife for her…only to be disappointed when she sees you trying to find Garofano in hopes of giving the skin back. You thought it was misplaced! You’re too kind for your own good, unlike greedy fishermen who would steal the seal skins no problem, you want to give it back to the Selkie who might’ve misplaced it :(

Poor Selkie Garofano…the moment she sees you calling out for her and trying to give it back like a Good Samaritan, Garofano would jump out of her hiding place and assure you that the skin is yours to keep. She wants to be your wife after all! Unlike other Selkies who are unfortunately trapped in a loveless marriage by greedy people, Selkie Garofano chooses you to be her wife!

Selkies who choose humans to be their mates are very rare. You certainly are a special human!

[crimson-lair]

MBCC LOVEPOST

⟶ Garofano

Her needle gently traced the length of your chest, leaving a trail of delicious sensations in its wake. Her touch was so light, barely perceptible, but the sensation was.. intoxicating. She had been hired to assassinate you, but in this moment, Garofano had no interest in fulfilling her contract.

She knew the power of a needle, how it could pierce the skin, deliver fatal poison, or even sever an artery. But all she cared about was the pleasure of tracing the curve of your body with her needle, relishing the feel of your skin under her fingertips.

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The sensation was exhilarating, sending shivers down your spine. Garofano was an expert with her needle, using it to stitch and to kill, and now she was using it to tease you. She knew exactly how to apply just enough pressure to cause pleasure without causing pain, and you couldn't help but gasp as she slowly drew the tip of the needle along your collarbone, then to the soft swell of your breast. The sensation was beyond description, beyond exquisite.

It was pure ecstasy.

You didn't know how long it lasted. It could have been moments, or it could have been hours -- but all you knew was that you didn't want it to end. And as she finally pulled the needle away from your skin, you felt a sense of loss, a sense that something had been taken away from you.

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.

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Narrator: And then with a stab, you're dead. The end.

Me: I like 👍

Image by PathtoNowhereEN on Twitter/X

Note: This woman awakens something inside me, and I'm grateful for that 🤤 I LOVE MBCC LovePost. Whoever created it, thank you 🥹🫶

I love you Rahu, but please MOVE! IT'S MY TURN

[crguang]

garofano with a darling that reflects her controlling tendencies, that needs to be desired obsessively, torturously— who doesn’t believe she’s doing too much because anything but total self-annihilation in the name of love will never be enough. someone to match her freak so intensely that it destroys them both. a deep rooted longing for possession to last eternity and a desire just as consuming to be wanted; two sides of the same insecure, traumatized coin. like looking into a mirror and seeing your reflection with a hand around their neck. an obsession so profound it can only end in the objectification and destruction of the one who holds your heart. something something you can only be hurt so intimately by someone who’s already under your skin.

i need that old woman.

[sinsmockingbird]

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.

[vrachis]

chat will you hear me out with dom!camgirl reader with sub!local milf garofano

[shalomsexual]

NEIGHBOUR NEXT DOOR

Prompt: In which Reader and her kid just moved into the neighbourhood and is welcomed by the sweet older woman next door. As reader settled in, she began noticing her neighbour's behaviour has changed.

Warnings: Possessive Garofano, G!P Reader, mentions of death, drug abuse...

Game: Path to nowhere

Modern Au!

The chirping of birds awoken you from your deep slumber. A heavy weight pressed down on your chest as you looked at your four year old sleeping peacefully, her tiny arms gripping your shirt. You sat up slightly, gently laying her down on the side of the bed before getting up.

Your wife had passed two years ago, and living in your previous city wasn't working out for you. Everything seemed to remind you of the woman you once loved. Her death didn't come off as unexpected. You knew she was bound to die sooner or later from all the drugs she took. It never registered in your brain as to why she would take so many. You may sound like a monster for thinking that it was better off this way, only because she never paid attention to your daughter; always neglecting her of the parental guidance she needed or the love and care she needed. It was all left on you- not that you minded though. Your kid is the sweetest human on the planet so it wasn't hard to take care of her on your own. But that was all in the past. As you moved to this new neighbourhood, you were determined to start afresh, giving your daughter the life she deserved.

You started off the day with a warm cup of coffee and made breakfast for the little angel for when she'd wake up. The boxes that contained your stuff was left unattended too as you had only arrived yesterday. Looking at it with a sigh, one by one you began unloading the boxes, attempting to make everything neat but unfortunately for you, you had problems organising stuff. Feeling frustrated, you kicked an empty box to the side and your actions were cut short by the ring of your door. Straightening out yourself, you opened, only to be greeted by the sight of an older woman. Her purple hair was tied with a dark green ribbon and her skin was as white as milk. Her purple eyes had a hint of softness and gentleness in them as she gazed at you, holding a box of freshly baked cookies. "Good morning dearest. I assume you're the new neighbour?" She asked, smiling.

You cleared your throat and smiled. "Y-yes I am. I'm Y/n. I just moved here yesterday."

The said woman chuckled at your flusteredness and couldn't help but muse with a teasing glint. "There's no need to be flustered y/n. I'm Garofano. I brought you some cookies as a welcome gift to the neighbourhood."

You took the cookies with a smile and as you were about to speak, you felt a tug on your pants. Looking down, you saw your daughter rubbing her eyes. "Mommy, you left something on the stove..." she mumbled. Your eyes widened as you quickly ran into the kitchen, completely forgetting to turn it off after cooking.

"Sweetheart! Tell the nice lady to come in!" You shouted from the kitchen.

Your daughter looked at Garofano before smiling. "Hi! I'm (whatever you wanna name her). Mommy says you can come in." She opened the door slightly wider for Garofano to pass. The said woman absolutely adored kids. She would make clothes for the kids in the neighbourhood just out of the goodness of her heart.

As Garofano walked in, she noticed the mess the apartment was in and couldn't help but smile a little. After all, she knew how first times can be for moving in, especially with a child to take care of. "Sorry about the mess. I was trying to pack my stuff up but I have trouble with organising things..." you rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment.

"Ah. I completely understand. If you like, I can help you." Her offer seemed so good but you couldn't burden a stranger with your troubles.

"Yes please do. Mommy can't do it all alone." Your daughter smiled widely making the older woman's heart swell with joy.

With a brief introduction of your daughter to Garofano, the two of you began packing, with Garofano giving you some tips. The little chore had drawn you closer to the woman, making you get to know her. It seemed like it was in fate's plan to make you two meet as you both suffered the same incident- your spouses dying.

As Garofano listened to you talk, she couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness welling up inside her. It was strange to feel this way about a stranger but to her, you weren't a stranger- not anymore atleast. She just hoped you didn't consider her a stranger too.

You offered to cook lunch for her as a thank you and she happily agreed. Your daughter had wiggled her way into Garofano's heart in a short amount of time. The three of you ate lunch and conversed and it was safe to say, you and the older woman had gotten close since then. Real close. And as time flew by, you got comfortable about her, sharing your personal feelings from time to time and she returned the same. Eventually, she began looking after your daughter, giving her the care and love a mother should- not that you didn't. You were just more into the fatherly role like teaching her how to ride a bike, taking her to school and what's not.

Garofano fell. She fell hard. Never in a million years did she thought she'd fall for someone THIS hard. It was like 4th of July when she's with you. It's like the moon who needs to sun to shine. That's what she felt about you and she was sure to let you know in all ways. But you being your oblivious self, couldn't pick up on the hints. It boht frustrated and aroused Garofano. To have someone so cute and obvious in her grasp was like hitting a jackpot to her. She would sit close to you, always touching you some way or the other. It didn't matter, she needed to be close to you. Your oblivious also had a limit. There were times where you'd notice her behaving strangely, like glaring at any woman talking to you, intentionally brushing against your member. You didn't question it though, only thinking it might be your imagination.

"Garofano, do you like my mommy?" Your little girl asked Garofano who was reading a bed time story. You were downstairs cooking dinner for you two as you had invited her over once more.

"Do you think I like her sweetheart?"

"Well... you always seem to be happy when you're around her. And I think she feels the same way."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Will you be my new mommy?"

Garofano smiled before kissing her head. "We'll see when the time comes." She soon joined you after the child had fallen asleep. The aroma of delicious good filled her nostrils and she couldn't help but sigh in delight. "It seems lovely in here, honey."

"R-really? Thank you. Is she asleep?"

"She's sleeping like a baby."

"Good." You took out the food before serving it to her. Once you both were seated, you continued. "Thank you Garofano. These past few months have been enjoyable for her. She's never really had a motherly figure in her life and you've really filled the part."

"Did I? I'm glad I can be able to help her even though I'm not her real mother. It fills my heart with joy when I'm with that little bundle of joy. She's a sweet child and she'll forever be happy."

Garofano looked at the way your eyes softened ever so slightly. You had always seemed to become a different person when it's anything concerning your daughter. It's one of the things that made her feel deeply attracted to you. "You're also a sweet person. From the first day you came over with the cookies. It showed me how good of a person you are." The countless phrasing praises were thrown back and forth at each other. Once dinner was done, she offered to wash the plates and you cleaned up around the table.

You walked her to her door, though it was only a house away, you felt it was the right thing to do. "Thank you for having me over, darling."

"Anytime. I enjoy your company. Alot." Her eyes shone upon hearing your statement.

"Really? That means alot." Silence fell among you two and slowly, under tension that was there, you leaned in, until your lips met hers. She didn't react much, only pulling you closer by gripping your collar. Your arms wrapped around her waist as you hugged her closer. When breathing became a problem, you pulled away. "Oh my~ you're very bold." She mused, her finger tips touching your lips. You smiled and playfully bit her finger.

"I just love being bold to hot people." That was definitely a lie. You didn't even know where the confidence came from but you were just glad it showed up at the right moment. "Be mine, Garo?"

"Oh dear I was always yours from the start. When I saw you, I didn't want anybody else, except you and now that I have you, I don't plan on letting go."

[purpleberiii]

"Calling the sinners by their correct name"

☆Prompt: How would the sinners react to you calling them by their correct name.

☆Warnings: Nothing too intense, a hit of pain towards the cinnamon rolls (Hamel, Anne), mentions of Chelsea having lots of sugar babies (including you)

☆Includes: Hamel, Anne, Bai yi, Shalom, Eirene, Chelsea, Cabernet, Oak Casket, Garofano, Sumire.

HAMEL

Hamel is a pure innocent baby; one whom you adore to death. While she's mostly quiet, she's very chatty with you, not the type of chatty to talk your ears out, but Hamel would express how she feels with you.

When you called Hamel by her right name, she was dumbfounded. You usually called her sweetheart, or dove so hearing you call her Hamel made her immediately think she did something wrong.

"I don't like that. Please don't call me Hamel," she pleaded with you, her eyes teary. Guilt immediately took over your body and you had to comfort her and tell her she did nothing wrong.

ANNE

Anne is just like Hamel but she's much more talkative, even in public. Anne is not afraid to let anyone know that you are hers. Your relationship with Anne was quite the sweet one and you would act like a caring wife towards her even though you both only started dating for months.

When you called Anne by her right name, it took her a few minutes to process what just happened. "Did I do something wrong my dear?" She asked in a small voice. You knew to yourself that she was as innocent as an angel so it hit you in the guts when she used such a small voice. Like Hamel, you had to comfort her, the guilt crushing your soul for hurting such a small adorable baby.

BAI YI

Bai yi knew she was a case to deal with and she took it upon herself to annoy you or tease you everyday. She absolutely loves it when you shower her in cute nicknames and affection.

So when you called her by her right name, Bai yi chuckled before saying, "Oh? What's up with you?" She didn't take it to heart when you called her that but if you kept calling her Bai yi, she might just die.

SHALOM

Shalom is the type of lover to give you all sorts of nicknames and for her, just one nickname would do, 'Darling'.

"Shalom." When she heard her right name come out of your mouth, she'd just stare at you until you finally call her darling.

"I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore," she sighed dramatically.

EIRENE

Eirene is a busy woman, she hardly had time to spend with you due to her work but nevertheless she loves you to the core.

When you called her by her right name, she didn't bother with it; well on the outside atleast. On the inside, she's panicking, asking herself what she did wrong. She checked back on her previous interactions with you, ensuring that she didn't say anything wrong.

When you told her it was a joke, then she'll be the one to call you by your right name until you beg for her to stop. She enjoys seeing you beg. She's not mean tho :/

CHELSEA

Sugar mommy Chelsea is such a kind and caring person to all her sugar babies but you are her favorite.

When you called her Chelsea instead of Sugar mommy, expect to be bombarded in a ton of questions. "Is the food not to your liking?" "Did I do something to upset you?" "Is anyone being mean to you?"

When you didn't give her an answer that satisfied her, she tried her next strategy, gifts. Lots and lots of gifts that made the other sugar babies jealous of you.

How could her attempts not sway you? You had to tell her it was a joke and you felt had that she bought all of those gifts, but she didn't.

CABERNET

Oh boy don't mess around with those woman. Although she loves you, calling her Cabernet is a crime.

Like all the professionals you'd have to call them sir/miss, you HAVE to call Cabernet sweetheart.

"Cabernet." "That's sweetheart to you, little one," she pointed her staff to you in a threatening manner.

From that day onwards, her real name was never used again (by you atleast).

OAK CASKET

This woman is such a calm and composed woman. She gives off a motherly figure vibe so hearing you call her nicknames like 'darling' or 'love' or 'honeybunch' will absolutely make her fall even deeper in love with you.

When she heard you call her by her right name, she'd simply chuckle and say, "what have I done to upset you my dear?"

Things like that wouldn't bother her because she knows what when she's ready for you, you'd be definitely forgetting her name.

GAROFANO

She's just like Oak Casket but a much less more quiet version. Hearing you call her Garofano wouldn't bother her, until she realises you weren't going to stop calling her that.

She loves the nicknames you give her and it makes her feel much more loved for so with a slightly upset expression, she'd ask, "Why are you calling me that?"

When you realised that she didn't like it, you stopped and immediately apologised. She forgave you of course but warned you to never do it again.

SUMIRE

Pretty girl assassin has alot on her plate but always makes time for you. She loves having you rest upon her lap while she talks and rambles about her missions.

She seemed so engrossed in telling you how her mission went, it took her a few minutes to realise that you called her Sumire and not 'baby'.

"But I am your baby. Not Sumire," she'd stare at you, letting out a small sigh before plunging on top of you and prepping your faces with kisses, apologising for making you mad even though she did nothing. You just wanted to see her reaction to it.

A/n: took a few days to write this but I still don't like it 😭

[shrimshrim4fun]

This Garofano birthday art is doing something to me and I like it very much 🤤 She’s so pretty. Her waist looks so god damn grabable I can not. I want to hug her from behind and nuzzle into her neck, my hands resting underneath her tits. She looks absolutely stunning and I need her to choke me with that measuring tape of hers or anything

[bloom-into-blue]

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕃𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣

summary: you're a single mother who verymuch wants a partner once more, and by a stroke of luck, your daughter leads you to a very special someone...

contents: fem!reader x angell, no mania au, reader had a husband before meeting angell, age gap (reader is in her early thirties, angell in her early twenties), reader is very obviously thirsty, some fluff, finge.ring, cunn.ilingus, transfem!angell

word count: 4.1k

author's note: this got so out of hand. i wanted just 1k, maybe 2k. this is my first fic in this blog and it's just showing how whipped i am for angell. good god. i am currently in my era where i wanna be a milf, so you get that this time, but maybe one day, the reader will fuck milf!garofano. maybe. also this is my first smut ever ever sooo feedback? feedback tonite queen?

things hadn't been going so well after your divorce, to say the least.

you have full custody of your daughter, yes, something you're eternally grateful for. a steady job, a nice place to call home, your beloved daughter, for all intents and purposes your life is as perfect as it gets!

but after 5 long years of marriage with an uncaring husband, one who you weren't sure you were attracted to to begin with, you find yourself feeling remarkably lonely. the touch of another, something that's been so scarce for so long, and simply knowing someone treasures you… your heart desperately longs for that. specifically, you find yourself craving a woman before a man, but as no one comes along, it's a somewhat fruitless thought.

alas, while you're a single mother, you enjoy the parenting side quite dearly.

after an uneventful shift at work and a stop by your daughter's school, you're heading back home with her holding your hand, the usual commute for the two of you for the past year or so once the divorce was finalized, though today you've taken a bit of a detour due to some construction work in your usual route. from the corner of your eye, you spot an ice cream vendor and smile to yourself; your daughter's been behaving rather well, it'd be nice to give her a treat today as a reward. “wait for me right here, alright?” you tell the little girl with a smile, then walk over to buy a popsicle for her.

barely a minute passes between leaving and coming back to your daughter, yet when you turn to face her, she's already walked away from where you left her. alarms blare in your head in less than a second, though as quickly as terror arrives, it leaves the second you spot her a few ways away, from where she calls out for you.

“mama, look! the nice lady has a kitty!”

still on edge, you approach your daughter and the woman who's crouching beside her while holding a cat. “hon, i’ve told you to not approach strangers-” you begin with a frown, though your eyes focus properly on the woman besides your daughter. her black hair with its white highlights, the leather jacket and her tank top, though it's not long enough to cover just a bit of navel that peeks out above her jeans, you can see her toned abs even as she crouches… quickly, you force your eyes to meet her golden ones, lest this stranger realize you're absolutely ogling her in broad daylight.

thankfully she doesn't notice, and if she does, she doesn't say it. instead, this stranger stands up to face you properly, making you realize just how much taller she is than you…

your daughter calling out to you curiously is what truly snaps you out of your stupor, and you nervously chuckle to yourself while handing her the popsicle you bought for her.

“s-sorry, i hope my daughter didn't inconvenience you,” you say to the unnaturally handsome woman.

she shakes her head lightly, then glances down at the cat by her feet. “don't worry, it's no trouble.”

while your daughter is delighted to be eating her ice cream, she still looks at the taller woman with a glint in her eye. “mama, can i keep playing with the lady and her kitty? pretty please?” your child begs between licks of her ice cream, and it's hard to say no to that sweet face and those puppy dog eyes. (part of you is glad she took after your side of the family entirely in the looks department)

“you can play with the kitty hon, but make sure to not bother the lady,” you warn with just a hint of firmness in your voice. with a happy cheer, your daughter goes on to pet the black cat, who doesn't seem to mind if his loud purring is any indication. the stranger before you smiles at the sight, a tiny grin at best, and you feel something in your heart throb at the sight.

…you realize you're acting like a lovesick schoolgirl as a grown woman, but you push the thought as far away as possible.

“seems he likes your kid. he's not this nice to most people,” you hear her say, which brings your attention back to the situation at hand. your gaze follows hers and you see your daughter, her popsicle partially melting in one hand while the other continues to pet the cat like he's the world's greatest treasure, and your quickly-developing crush is pushed briefly to the side, instead letting your heart focus on the adorable sight.

smiling, you nod your head. “she likes cats, though we don't have one right now.”

“hm. this one's clingy when he wants to be. usually he waits around this spot for me to come home from work.”

“oh, is that so?” mentally, you think it might be nice to take this route more often.

and that's how you first meet angell.

the more you get to know her, the more of a mess you realize she is.

the two of you chat for a few minutes at the end of each work day while your daughter plays with angell’s cat, a new addition to your peaceful routine. while you talk about your hobbies and your work sometimes, angell tells you she's a delivery worker for a well known restaurant here… but when you learn about her dietary habits, you don't know whether to pity her or be flabbergasted. it's a wonder she's a healthy and fit woman if she's always eating foods that may very well be expired by at least a month. it's quite the juxtaposition between her workplace and her actual food, which baffles you even more when you realize she's paid really well for a delivery worker.

it gets to the point where you start making lunches for all three of you, though you give angell hers at the end of each day. the first time you gave her that container with something as simple as pasta with some fried chicken on the side, yet the way she looks at you when she sees it… “for me?” she whispers with wide eyes, and you forever commit to memory the way her expression turns tender and fond and her cheeks flush. it's a herculean effort to not kiss her.

something else that's made you weak in the knees for this woman is that, much to your surprise, she starts playing with your daughter by letting her hang from her biceps and even spinning around with the child holding onto her, to your daughter's delight. it's become something that your daughter adores, and when she's laughing brightly and angell thinks you're not looking, you see the way the taller woman smiles softly at your child, only to become pink at the cheeks when she realizes you're watching her. angell is usually a rather stoic woman, so the rare sight of her being so bashful is one you realize you want to see more often.

at one point, you decide to invite her for dinner, something your daughter instantly cheers for. angell looks shocked at first, but she smiles and agrees with ease.

the three of you then walk back to your home, all while your daughter chants happily. “miss angell’s stayin’ with us! miss angell's stayin' with us!”

it's… nice. you didn't expect angell to be good with children when you first met, but this almost feels perfect.

when you arrive to your home, your daughter is quick to head back to her room to change from her school uniform, so with a fond sigh, you set your coat in the nearby rack and turn to angell with a little smile. “would you like to help me cook dinner?”

“i… i would like that,” angell replies in a low voice. this is the first time the two of you are alone together. hearing her voice like this, so smooth and deep… part of you wonders if you'll live past tonight.

angell takes off her leather jacket and puts it beside your coat, which prompts you to stare at the ground intensely in order to avoid gluing your eyes to the newly uncovered skin of her arms and shoulders, and the way her muscles move… focus, focus!

the two of you settle on making red bean soup at your suggestion, and it's a relatively easy affair with two pairs of hands working, even if angell's movements are clumsy and you gently have to guide her.

your daughter comes out of her room a few minutes later, and she's all smiles as she watches you and angell cook, though she quickly distracts herself by watching cartoons in the living room.

once more, you focus on the meal you're trying to prepare and the quiet woman you're trying not to kiss silly.

when you two are done preparing the soup, you move to grab three bowls so you all can eat while angell stirs it a bit to check its consistency. “it smells nice,” she murmurs.

“that's good to know,” you reply with a little smile, so focused on the bowls you're holding that, when you turn around, your front accidentally bumps into angell’s, and you remain close to her due to the kitchen's somewhat reduced space.

from this distance, you can see angell's golden eyes widen a fraction and her cheeks flush slightly, though your focus is more on the way her toned abs and her chest are flush against your own body, which makes your own cheeks redder than a tomato. your noses are almost brushing, and your eyes wander down to her soft lips.

“you're warm,” you hear angell muse quietly, and with a little squeak, you step back and turn away before even allowing yourself to imagine what it would be like to kiss her. faintly, you can almost hear her chuckling.

dinner is served a moment later, and soon, angell, your daughter and you sit together for a nice dinner, though the little glances you and angell exchange feel too charged to focus on anything but the taller woman.

midway through your dinner though, the sound of rumbling thunder crashes above your house, prompting your daughter to shriek fearfully and you to jump as well, while angell simply frowns. the sky had been clear during the trek to your home, but to think a storm was coming? just a few seconds later there's the sound of rain as well, slowly growing from a light drizzle into a heavy downpour. it's some hell of a background noise, something that puts your daughter on edge and makes you frown at her reaction.

angell, as always, surprises you though. “hey, it's okay. your mom and i will keep you safe from thunder,” she says with a totally straight face.

“r-really?” your daughter asks, clearly doubtful.

“yeah, really.” angell smiles at the girl and adds, “i'm strong enough to keep the two of you safe. that thunder won't come close to you, ever.”

your daughter's eyes widen at angell's confidence, and with that reassurance, she resumes eating her dinner happily. the sight, coupled with the gentle way angell reassured her, makes your heart feel light; you love seeing the two of them bond like this.

dinner happens uneventfully after that, though the rain remains as heavy as before, even when it's your daughter's bedtime. you reluctantly tell angell to wait for you in the living room while you tuck the little girl in for the night, worried about what the two of you should do now.

you refuse to let angell walk back home under the rain though.

“the storm doesn't seem to be letting up,” angell comments when you come back, her expression annoyed at the sight of the rain hitting the windows of your home.

it's then that an idea pops up in your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you open your mouth and say, “you could sleep here for the night.” hastily, you add, “i-if that's fine with you, of course.”

angells seems caught off guard at first, though her expression shifts into the smallest smile as if she were… shy? “i’d like that. better than walking under the rain.”

smiling to yourself in both relief and delight, you take angell's hand and guide her to your bedroom, realizing that her cheeks turn a slight pink when she notices where you're headed. the sight is beyond adorable and makes your smile wider.

in the bedroom, you rummage through your clothes trying to find something that angell can use as sleep wear, eventually finding an oversized sweater and a pair of loose shorts, though the sweater seems to fit angell's form just fine once she comes out of the bathroom wearing your clothes. she smiles when she notices you staring, though you quickly tear your gaze away from her form.

you take your own combination of a long-sleeved shirt and shorts before heading to the bathroom to change as well, then come back out to find angell sitting on your bed, as if waiting for you like an obedient pup.

“should i sleep in the living room sofa?” she asks before standing up to face you.

“oh, no no, we can just share my bed!” you say cheerfully without thinking. a mere millisecond later you realize what you just said, and your cheeks go red at your own suggestion.

angell, bless her, simply smiles. “alright. it is kinda cold tonight,” she remarks.

while you still feel bashful about your faux pas, this response is one that makes your heart skip a beat.

when the two of you get under the covers together, there's a bit of a distance that separates you from angell, though she sighs softly before inching closer and wrapping her arms around you like it's nothing, somehow. your eyes go wide and you feel your cheeks grow warm, and from this distance her golden eyes draw you in, just as they did when you first met.

“is this alright?” she asks almost nonchalantly, but you've grown used to her, you think. the underlying nervousness and shyness in her tone are not some product of misplaced illusion.

“it’s… more than alright.”

“…good.”

she holds you close, the rain still falling as little more than background noise, and the two of you simply… lay together. you allow your eyes to scan her face, even though you're both supposedly going to sleep now, and manage to catch her eyes traveling down to your lips, then flickering back up as if she didn't want to get caught.

so it's mutual, you think as a little smile rises to your face. “how about we stop this little game, why don't we.”

it's adorable how her lips form a little pout, clearly showing her puzzlement at those words, though all confusion flees when she feels your lips against hers, and instead you're rewarded with a quiet, soft grunt before her lips move in tandem with yours. your hands go down to hold her waist as she kisses you, and in return angell's hands rise to tangle her fingers through your hair.

she's inexperienced, you can tell by the way her teeth clash against yours sometimes, but that doesn't change how heavenly angell feels, how gentle she is despite clearly wanting to do even more.

at this point though? you're both equally desperate.

you pull away, just a few inches, and she's already whispering against your lips, “can we do more?”

you want to feel scandalized, almost. she's barely started kissing you and she already wants to do more, and yet… “i… so long as we're quiet,” you reply in a hushed whisper, but that's all it takes for angell to kiss you once more, though there's a hunger to her motions that goes entirely unrestrained now.

“you make my heart all… crazy,” angell murmurs against your lips, then pulls away to start leaving open mouthed kisses across your jaw, then neck, and soon she's silently asking for permission to lift your shirt by playing with the hem of it. you nod almost too eagerly.

angell takes in the sight of your bare front as she lifts your shirt up, and while you feel self-conscious for a second as you think of your stretch marks and extra weight, she's quick to reassure your insecurities in the way her lips continue their sloppy journey down the expanse of your skin, stopping at the valley of your breasts to nip and kiss at each tit.

“you're beautiful.”

“so… stunning.”

“you taste so good.”

if her mouth weren't working wonders across your body, you'd pull angell up to kiss her silly once more.

your hand tangles itself in her hair as she keeps going, and you bite your lip to avoid gasping loudly, for her mouth has wrapped itself around your nipple and god, she's driving you crazy.

the very tip of her tongue circles your areola, the sensation too much and yet not enough at the same time, before your grip on her hair tightens the second angell starts flicking the bud of your nipple properly, then she presses her tongue flat against the sensitive skin. she's not inexperienced, you realize, simply needy, hungry, eager.

angell lets go of your nipple with a quiet pop, and it's then that you realize she's pulled your shorts and underwear down while you weren't paying attention. “a-angell?” you call, though you want this as much as she does.

she hums curiously in response, and her lips kiss down your navel, until she's right next to the place where you need her most, where she plants a soft kiss to your inner thigh and makes direct eye contact.

“n-nevermind. carry on.”

she chuckles, the little devil. “thanks, babe.”

oh, you're going to lose your mind.

angell then dives right in, delivering almost teasing licks to your lower lips like she suddenly wants to take her time with you, uncomfortably akin to a cat playing with its prey. while she teases you with barely any pressure, you throw your head back, because this is still the first time someone has touched you like this in a long time.

and yet, it's everything you need. she's everything you need.

it takes her a few minutes, but suddenly, angell's already pushing two fingers inside your aching cunt, and this time you actually have to cover your mouth to avoid letting out a loud cry. angell takes it as a sign to be even more bold, and soon she's wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking while her fingers move in and out, then press down and curl right up against that gummy spot that has your toes curling in an instant. you realize she's started to grind her hips against the bed, but by god, you cannot focus on anything that isn't her mouth and fingers.

“god, angell, please-” you whimper quietly, only to muffle another moan when she increases the pace of her fingers, pumping in and out with a squelching noise. you can feel angell smiling as she lets go of your clit, as if she were savoring each reaction she gets out of you.

“don't worry, babe. i’ve got you,” she rasps against your drenched folds, the vibrations absolutely adding to the stimulation that's already making you bite your hand just so you can remain quiet. between that and the way her fingers fill your pussy, she's making you see stars.

your back arches while angell eats you out, but the second you let out another quiet gasp, she pulls away her mouth and fingers as if she could feel you were close to cumming.

angell chuckles at the way you whine, feeling empty now that her fingers don't fill you up anymore. “sorry, i just can't hold back anymore. really feels like i’m going crazy,” she whispers as she rises up from between your thighs.

you curiously raise an eyebrow, but before you can ask about what she means, angell pulls the shorts you lent her down. her dick is hard, tip red and coated in precum, clearly showing just how riled up eating you out has left her.

your eyes widen at her size, though you quickly realize angell almost looks nervous now, and that's enough for your expression to soften instantly.

“c'mere, honey,” you prompt gently, and the second angell leans down with her torso hovering over yours, you pull the sweater she's wearing off of her, leaving her bare for you to see in all her glory.

while she seems genuinely embarrassed at first, all it takes for her to relax is you gently cupping her cheek. just like that, those golden eyes you love so much gaze at you with lust and affection once more.

her chest, soft and pliant, presses against yours while the tip of her cock brushes against your cunt in a way that leaves you both eager for more.

“i'm going in now. last chance to back out,” she whispers against your ear.

“sweetheart, please just hurry,” you beg a moment later. angell holds back a soft laugh at just how eager you sound, and she decides she's done teasing you for tonight, just because she finds you cute.

you let out a soft sigh before gasping against her neck. angell grunts at the same time, slowly and gently pushing her cock inside you and filling you up in a way that feels wonderful. she shivers above you, breathing ragged and warm against your skin, and you wrap your arms around her back.

she lets you adjust, because this woman is as sweet as she's quiet, whispering about how good it feels, how you take her so well, how warm and tight you are around her cock.

soon the feeling isn't enough, and you whisper with utter need, “please… take me, angell.”

“i'd love nothing m-more,” she replies in a breathless murmur.

she pulls her hips away until the tip of her weeping length is the only thing that remains inside, then slams herself right in like it's natural for her, dragging a startled gasp from you due to how intense it is, how intense the pleasure is. you're quick to bury your face into your pillow, biting it to avoid letting out too loud a noise while angell does her best to keep her groans and whimpers quiet.

“god, you feel s-so tight,” she says while thrusting her hips into yours again, her pace slow yet hard. it's like she wants to focus on your pleasure, yet her own hunger drives her into increasing the pace of her hips.

soon she's relentless and almost growling against the skin of your neck, her hands gripping your hips almost possessively while she thrusts her cock in and out of you. all you can think about is her, her hands on your body, her lips on your neck, angell, angell, angell.

at one point, angell grips the back of your knees and pushes them back against your chest, all while thrusting relentlessly against your body, and the pleasure is already coiling in ways you hadn't even felt before in your life.

“i'm close, ‘m close,” you gasp while trying to stay silent, yet angell makes it so damn hard as she grunts against you.

“go ahead. let go, please, cum ‘round my, please,” she begs, and it's obvious that this song and dance of yours was going to end like this from the start.

with a strangled gasp, your mouth falls open and you cum around angell like she so eagerly pleaded for, leaving a white, frothy ring around the base of her length in just a few thrusts. the sight makes angell let out a sound between a grunt and a whine, and she bites down onto your shoulder before pulling out and stroking herself to completion, cumming all over your tummy while quietly gasping against your skin. the bite only adds to your pleasure, even with the slight pain that follows.

once she's done milking her own cock, angell flops down on top of you and lets go of your shoulder, her breath coming out in tired pants that match your own uneven breathing.

you let her lay there gladly, going as far as to stroke her hair before pressing a kiss to her forehead. angell hums at the sensation, then pays you right back with a kiss right on the center of her bite mark.

“be my girlfriend?” she asks, sounding satisfied yet drowsy.

with a tired little giggle, you continue to run your fingers against her scalp. nuzzled against you like this, she once again reminds you of a cat.

“you did it a bit out of order, love.”

[brickeater712]

sweeter than blood

summary: her coffin finally creaks open. she's so hungry for you and your love.

cw: vampire!garofano x fem!witch!reader, fing/ering, cunnil/ingus, bloody sex, but not the period kind, soft sex, sciss/oring, a little plot at the beginning

a/n: born from my phd in yearnology. i am yearning for a woman who will call me darling

minors dni

the sound of soft footsteps echo through the little house. you scuttle around, sweeping up the dust off of the floor- it’s been quite a while since you’ve cleaned. 

without garofano, who’s been asleep, to ask you to help her clean up, the small house the two of you currently live in has gotten a little bit messy. well, it was more messy, but some clutter here and there wasn’t something a little magic couldn’t fix. 

hours ago, you heard rustling from the coffin in garofano’s bedroom- which made tears well in your eyes. your beloved was finally waking up- after 7 months of waiting. you walk to her coffin, tenderly caressing the polished wood grains. you close your eyes, and recall the fateful incident that had occurred.

arrows whiz past your head as you run through the forest. you almost lose your balance and fall as the whistle of a projectile rings though your ear, the sound too close for comfort. 

“kill the witch!”

“burn her at the stake!”

the villagers continue hurling stones and shooting arrows at you, far into the deep forest.

i’m going to die here, you think, as you feel your legs beginning to cramp, sharp branches growing off of the tall trees scratching away at your robes. i didn’t even get to say goodbye to-

your thoughts are cut off, as you stop dead in your tracks. your path is blocked, a wall of dense, thick trees in front of you. your head whips around to see the horde of villagers already approaching you. the leader of the horde carries a pitchfork, but not for long- your eyes widen as you see him pull back, and swing forward- the weapon flying directly at your head. 

before you get the chance to react, a figure jumps in front of you. the scent is unmistakable- garofano, with the prongs of the pitchfork stabbing straight through her body. she stares down at you, making sure you’re not hurt. you’re unable to scream, only widen your eyes in fear. 

she gingerly reaches around her to pull the weapon out of her back, dark blood oozing out of the holes in her body. 

“it’s… it’s the vampire!” the man who threw the pitchfork yells. “everybody, run!” 

the humans scatter like flies, tripping over themselves to get away from the bloody vampire in front of them. 

garofano stares at you gently, amidst the pain in her body. she strokes your cheek with a bloodied hand. 

take me home, sweetheart. i must rest.”

those are the last words you had heard before she collapsed into your arms. she had already spent her energy looking for you- getting a fork through her body was the last thing she could handle. you had brought her home and laid her to rest in her coffin- and yearned for her for the past seven months she was recovering her energy.

you’re stronger now- you often think back to that day, knowing you’d have been able to take all of the villagers out with a flick of your wrist. or maybe two. 

but now is no time to reminisce about the past. you sit patiently by the coffin, waiting for the coffin to creak open. you don’t have to wait long before the lid of the coffin is nudged gently, pushed open from the inside. you help her, and peer in. 

garofano lay there, just as beautiful as you remember. a tear escapes your eye as you see garofano’s own eyes open. 

you’re barely able to hold in your sniffles and cries. “gar-garofano… i’m, i’m so sorry…” you choke out, words shaky, “you shouldn’t have came to rescue me that day.”

her soft eyes are fully open now, only staring up at you with a gentle smile. a trembling, scarred hand reaches up to stroke your tears and cup your cheek. her thumb is soothing, and you lean into her touch while hiccuping out apologies.

she shushes you, thumb running over your shaking lip. “it’s okay,” she murmurs, “it wasn’t your fault.” her kindness only makes you sob harder. 

“but, b-but i-”

“no buts, darling, i wouldn’t have left you there to die.” she slowly props herself up in the coffin. “and besides, i’m awake now, okay?” 

she doesn’t miss a beat. she pulls your head down and kisses you on the lips. the action takes you by surprise, but you don’t hesitate to reciprocate. you melt into it, more tears falling from your eyes as you’re finally able to experience her taste for the first time in years.

“i’ve missed you.” you mumble, in between wet, messy kisses. “so, so much.”  

her grip on your face tightens ever so slightly. 

“me too,” she says, “i’ve had so many dreams about you in my time of rest.” 

then, a nip on your lower lip.

“but now is not the time for reminiscence.”

a finger comes up to drag down the fabric covering your neck. 

“i’m hungry.” she whispers.

she doesn’t miss a beat. her fangs extend immediately, driving her teeth into your skin. you gasp- first in shock, then in pain, as warm, red blood trails down your collarbone. she wraps her arms around you greedily, your body going limp in her hold. the pain doesn’t last for long- a warmth spreads from the area of the bite swiftly, coursing through your veins. 

her tongue laps voraciously at your dripping blood, feeling energy fill her limbs. “been longing for a taste of you.” she groans into your skin, vibrations amplifying the heat in your body. 

you can only respond with a little whimper, the sensations feeling brand new after way too long of not feeling them. 

when she pulls away from the appetiser, her face is bloody- but a huge grin resides on her face- she had just had a taste of her favourite meal, after all. 

“i have just a little more strength now, darling…” she extends her hand, “why don’t we move somewhere softer?” 

you nod, taking her tender hand, and she climbs gracefully out of the coffin. she turns to look at her bed, sheets messy and pillows strewn.

“i’ve slept in your bed every day you were gone.” you say, blush rising to your cheeks. 

“i hope it smells just like you.” she comments amusedly, pulling you gently along to the bed. 

she sheds herself of her clothing, tossing them aside.

she lies down on the bed, arms outstretched. “come here, dear.” 

you climb onto the bed, slowly crawling into her soft embrace. 

“just now was the appetiser. now it’s time for the main course.” she declares, before going for another bite at your neck. 

this one is stronger, more primal- the venom she’s sunk into your bloodstream courses through you rapidly. it gets you heated, beads of sweat forming at your temple. your core starts to burn just a little, your clothing suddenly feeling hot and stuffy to be in. 

ever the attentive woman garofano is, she takes notice immediately- how could she not when you were squirming atop her? 

she takes your robes off without trouble, the motion having been practised a thousand times before. she tosses the robe off, and you’re left in your underwear- something she easily rips off and throws to the side as well. you’re left bare, straddling her thigh. 

she licks the blood at your neck once again, that’s dripping down and staining her clothes. she moans as she feels the mana from your blood strengthen her. oh, how she has missed this sweet, succulent, taste. 

subconsciously, your hips grind down on her thigh- each lap of her tongue only making your arousal heavier. 

blood stains garofano’s face, down to her neck. she pulls away from your wound, looking up at you with a smile on her face. the venom in her bite leaves you dazed, mindlessly grinding down on her thigh, wetting it with your slick. 

“so needy… you’ve been waiting for this for a long time, hm?” she asks, watching you nod so desperately for her touch. “i won’t disappoint you, darling.”

with that, she surprises you by hoisting you up by the hips, bringing you forward until you’re kneeling just over her face. you look down to see her licking your blood off her lips. but the semblance of cleanliness doesn’t last long, as she tilts her head to bite directly next to your pussy. 

you whine out, leg twitching from the pleasure and pain. slick only gushes harder from you, and you reach down to relieve the pressure, rubbing on your clit. 

“need you, garo…” you slur out, motions faltering. her venom is so potent- even the sensation of your own blood running down your thigh is enough to almost push you to orgasm. 

she sucks your thigh so gently, coaxing more blood out of the wound. now that she’s had her fill of your blood, she wants something sweeter. she doesn’t bother to wipe her mouth off, and thrusts her tongue right into your dripping cunt. 

you squeal out, hand faltering its motion on your clit. the sudden stimulation makes you fall forward, your other hand going to grip the headboard. 

“garo!” you whimper out her name, “too- ngh, much!” 

“aw,” she pulls away, cooing at you. “my little witch is so sensitive…”

you haven’t been touched in so long, after all. you’ve spent countless nights shoving your fingers deep into your pussy, trying to mimic the feeling your lover had given you so many times in the past. but it was never enough- nothing could replace her. 

“i’ll make you feel so good…” she mumbles, and forces your hips down on her face once more. her tongue reaches deeper this time, hitting every good spot inside you. it has you gasping, crying, and whining out for her, and your hand on your clit speeds up. 

“c-cumming already-” you choke out, clenching around the tongue inside you. 

she hums, letting vibrations roll through you- encouraging you to cum on her tongue after so long. she shifts an arm to move her hand, pushing two of her fingers into you, making you cum immediately. 

you throw your head back, eyes wide open, and your hand falters once more. garofano notices, of course, and pulls her tongue away in favour of licking your clit instead. she curls her long fingers deliciously, making sure each stroke pushes you further into the throes of pleasure. your legs tremble uncontrollably, threatening to clamp around her head. she doesn’t mind, sucking your clit harder. 

you pant above her, gripping the headboard to make sure you don’t fall over. you ride out your orgasm for a few minutes, before slumping forward. you look down and see garofano licking her lips clean- or as clean as they can get, bloodstained- once more, as well as a bloody mess between your thighs and her neck. 

you’re dazed. so beautiful, you think. you could never tire of this sight under you. you shuffle downwards and lean down, and now you’re face to face with your lover. 

“i love you.” you declare softly, before kissing her. she moans into it, letting you taste your own cum and blood on her tongue, but you don’t mind- this wasn’t the first time. 

when you pull away from the sloppy kiss, garofano stares at you, adoration in her eyes. you wish this moment could last forever- but you’re still needy. the venom hasn’t worn off, it seems. 

garofano knows this too, as she asks you to sit up on the bed. “my turn to be on top,” she says, flipping positions. you’re lying down on the bed this time. she spreads your legs, and slots herself in between them. she’s straddling one of your legs, thigh pressing against your cunt. 

“we’ll both feel good now.” she sighs, moving forward to press her already wet cunt against yours. a shaky sigh leaves your lips, grinding back against her. the sound of slick against slick fills the cosy room, the intimate noises only serving to spur the both of you on harder. 

garofano rolls her hips delicately yet forcefully, propping up one of your legs onto her shoulder. “i’ve dreamt of this so often, darling.” she whispers, kissing your ankle. 

“me t-too, my love,” you respond, already feeling another orgasm rise in your core. your actions are filled with affection, each grind back against her getting wetter by the second. 

garofano chuckles lightly as little “i love you”s drop from your mouth repeatedly, babbling away as you grind your clits against each other. she takes your hand and intertwines your fingers. “cum for me whenever you’re ready.” she commands, tightening her hand around yours. 

you look up at her, tears welling in your eyes. “ h-ng! i- i’ll never let you get hurt like that again- promise! ” you wail out, wanting to convey all your love and regret to her. “i’ll protect you from now on!” 

it’s as good as a declaration of eternal love for her. and it’s one she’ll remember forever. 

“and i promise i won’t leave you alone like that again, my little witch.” she leans over, before the final climax, and in a shaky voice, “i love you”.

the moment the words hit your ears, you cum. you wrap your arms around her and pull her close, whining and whimpering. the pulse of your cunt, and your pretty noises push her orgasm forward as well. 

cum stains the bed, and movements become sloppy. when your pussy gets too sensitive, you  collapse onto the bed. garofano moves to lie down on the bed with you. 

you’re already drifting off to sleep, but you don’t want that just yet. and of course, she knows.

“don’t worry, sweetheart, we have so much time ahead of us. rest now, you’ve lost a lot of blood.” she reassures you, putting your mind at ease.

you declare your love for her one last time in a soft murmur, making her smile, before falling asleep in her soft arms. 

[sinful-lanterns]

The Garden, my beloveds.

Just imagine Coquelic keeping you in a cute little collar and leash that Garofano made for you. Such a spoiled little pet you'd become. We know how the women of the Garden serve Coquelic, so it would hardly be much of a difference to them to extend that to you as well. Joining her your owner in the bath becoming a regular occurrence and how you always seem ro leave baths with more bite marks and hickies then when you went in.

And between them, whenever one needs to leave to take care of something, the others are there to keep you distracted. I don't think they would let such a cute girl like you know what it is they do when they leave, that's much too scary for their sweet girl! No no, much better to stay with them, to focus on Coquelic's wandering tongue at your throat, or resting against Sumire so she can enjoy your warmth, or playing dress up with Garofano.

And when they get arrested by the MBCC? Well, it would simply be the organizations best interest to bring you along too. Wouldn't want such a dangerous trio of women to be getting angrier and angrier, just because they don't have their sweet pet, now do we? All of them suddenly becoming feircly protective of you, so many scary people around their sweet baby, no they wouldn't let anyone so much as lay a finger tip on you. Save for maybe the Chief, who gets a particular exception after all three come to trust them more.

The other Sinners must be so jealous of the sight. Just sweet and adorable you following the three women around like a loyal puppy, getting passed between their laps to be showered in all the love and affection you could want. None missing the way you suddenly appear, completely covered head to toe in bites and hickies, far far more then normal, after the most recent visit from Rahu and Shalom.

Yea.... I might think about the Garden women... maybe just a little.

I am…drooling a little bit over this ask 🤤

Something about Reader being a cute, compliant little pet that tails after Coquelic, Garofano and Sumire is scratching the itch in my brain so well… I imagine that all three women love to spoil you so, and in turn, it’s caused the MBCC some issues when they finally detained the women for being sinners. Coquelic probably came hissing and scratching for her cute little pet to join her at the Bureau when she was shackled, and poor Chief had no choice but to take you along with them, as the three Garden assassins were not having it being separated from you 🥺

nsfw under the cut

After a brutal back and forth argument between Coquelic and the Chief, the Chief had no other choice but to detain you as well, for fear that her Garden sinners would come for her head if she refused. A bit apologetic for detaining you as you did nothing wrong, the Chief was surely surprised when you came running up to your owners rather eagerly. With Coquelic, Garofano and Sumire smothering you in affectionate kisses right at the entrance.

It was clear that the four of you had a very close bond, so Chief allowed you to stay in either Coquelic’s, Garofano’s, or Sumire’s cells when it came to sleeping over for the night. You’d routinely take turns sleeping with each women throughout the week depending on how much they wanted you, but Coquelic was usually the woman you most often stayed with, as she was the most possessive and the most needy.

Every time you’d spend the night at one of these three women’s cells, expect to have a 70% chance of being fucked, as these women have quite the high libidos. You’d think Garofano and Sumire were women who’d most likely be able to keep it in their pants, but you’d be wrong. They love you, and they want to show it off to you whenever they get the chance. Which would most often them not lead to you being tied up and fucked out of your mind.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. The Garden Sinners are very much into bondage. All three of them in fact, as it is common to find you with rope markings whenever you step out of their cells in loose or slightly revealing attire. All the sinners in the Bureau (plus Chief and Nightingale) are painfully aware of what happens to you whenever you spend the night at a Garden assassin’s room, but aside from the jealous stares and blushes that show their arousal, no one says anything for fear of Coquelic coming for their head…

Speaking of Sinners, some of them get a bit jealous over the trio having such a cute, submissive pet tailing their every move. Some of which have tried getting close to you (Namely Bai Yi, Shalom, and Chelsea) and were promptly met with an angry Coquelic, or a knife slamming way too close to their face.

Shalom especially, as that woman got on Coquelic’s nerves the most. If Coquelic ever saw Shalom sitting close to you, trying to swoon you over with sweet words and caresses to your hair, Coquelic gets pissed the fuck off and snatches you away as quickly as she can.

In conclusion, Coquelic, Garofano, and Sumire are all like possessive cats when it comes to you. They are capable of sharing you amongst themselves, yet when it comes to the other Sinners…well…

The Chief would have to use her shackles often 😅

[shalomniscient]

Hi sev! came up with a nsfw fic idea where deren resolves the tension between her and the reader. due to being observant, she may or may not have been aware of all the reader's brief and stolen glances that wandered elsewhere other than her face

wrote this with the deren skin in mind anon if that's alright, because damn i wouldn't be able to stop stealing glances either 👀👀👀

ACT THREE: RESOLUTION || deren x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. cunnilingus, semi-public (?)

notes. this is the simpiest reader i've ever written im ngl

Truly, you don't know if you want to throttle Garofano or thank her on your knees, because in the name of all that is holy Deren looks so insanely hot right now it's unfair.

Her dress hugs every curve of her body, the little mesh cut-outs offering a teasing peek at her smooth skin below. The part by her waist seems like a personal attack against you because God you haven't been able to take your eyes off her, your hands itching to just hike that dress up and run your fingers along her long legs.

But this is a formal event—the fucking DisCars—so you hold yourself back as best you can, even though Deren makes it all the more difficult by casting sultry, knowing glances your way from across the table you're both sat at. The grip you have on your flute of champagne turns your knuckles white as you sip on the bubbly alcohol, and try to not look at the ridiculously plunging neckline of her dress, or the way her necklace rests so perfectly on her chest, just above the swell of her breasts.

Fuck, it's so god damn warm in here.

The entire event drags on at a snail's pace, and by the time a short break is announced, you're about ready to get the hell out of there to get some fresh air in your lungs, before a firm hand catches your wrist and tugs you back. Your heart jumps into your throat when you come face to face with none other than Deren, an amused smirk on her lips.

"Come with me," she says, and it's more like an order. You swallow thickly, and obey—not like you'd do anything else, really. Deren leads you past the throng of other celebrities, all huge household names in DisCity, but you can see nothing but her. Nothing but Deren and the way this fucking dress makes her ass look criminally good, or the way her hips sway as she walks. You're not even down bad anymore, you're down horrendous.

The long walk ends at a bathroom. It's pretty much the kind of bathroom you'd find in a house, though without the shower and twice as large, with a disproportionately massive sink and a terribly tacky gold-lined tap. Your critiques of the interior design are interrupted however, by Deren pinning you against that very sink, leaning close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Been liking what you see, baby?" she croons, and you shiver at the warmth of her breath against the shell of you ear. Your hands grip at her biceps and you nod frantically. Deren laughs at that, her hands finding your waist to pull you close. "I'm flattered."

"Wanna kiss you," you get out, almost petulantly, and Deren grins. She leans in close, ghosting her lips against yours, before turning away at the last second, making you whine.

"Sorry, baby, can't mess up the makeup, now can I?" she teases with faux sympathy. "Wouldn't want anyone to know what we're getting up to, now would we?"

Your fingers curl into the sleeves of her dress and you genuinely feel so close to crying, the need in your veins burning you alive. Deren coos at your desperation, patting your cheek.

"Shh, don't look so sad, baby," she says, grinning. "You can still kiss me—just not where anyone can see, hm?"

You look up at her in confusion, before it all clicks in your head and your mouth goes dry. Deren's eyes turn dark and half-lidded once she sees the understanding bloom on your face, and the hand on your cheek drifts down to your shoulder before she's pressing down on you, urging you lower. Not that she has to do much, because you fall to your knees as quickly as possible, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress.

Deren undoes the clips on each side of the thin cloth, letting the front separate from the rest of the dress. She gathers it up in her hands, and you exhale slowly at the sight of her pretty pussy, covered by a set of black lace underwear. You stare at her for a while, entranced and motionless, before a hand winds into your hair and tugs you forward.

You drag your tongue along her clothed cunt, nosing at her clit through the fabric. Deren groans despite the dulled sensation, eyes fluttering shut as you continue to lap at her until her panties are absolutely ruined, her slick seeping through the lace and onto your tongue. You moan as the taste of her blooms in your mouth, and your fingers find the waistband and finally pull them down low enough for you to put your whole mouth on her dripping cunt.

Deren gasps at the first touch of your tongue on her, directly, without anything in the way. You lick along her wetness, the angle making your neck ache but you truly do not give a fuck right now. The world could be ending, but even that wouldn't be able to pull you from between Deren's legs. Your tongue goes from her twitching hole to her stiff clit and back, the wet sounds echoing throughout the bathroom.

"C'mon baby," Deren hums, though her voice is shaky, "we gotta be quick, or else they'll start looking."

You whine against her pussy, disliking that you can't take your sweet time to savor her, but speed up your movements nonetheless. Deren fully moans when you plunge your tongue into her tightness, the hands in your hair forcing your further against her cunt as she bends over, bracing herself with one arm on the sink. You shudder at the sensation of her blunt nails against your scalp and go even faster, ignoring the burn in your jaw in favor of making Deren cum into your mouth instead.

"That's it, baby, just like that, so fucking good," she gasps out, and with one more harsh shove of your tongue into her hole she cums with a strangled groan, hips twitching against your face as she rides out her orgasm. Her slick spreads along your lower face with each movement, but you just stick your tongue out and let her use you as she needs, drunk on the taste of her spilling into your mouth.

Once she's finally done, she releases your hair and steps back, legs quivering. She grabs a few tissues and wipes herself clean as best she can, and tugs her ruined panties back up, drenched in a mix of you spit and her own wetness. It makes her shiver, but then she helps you up, smiling apologetically at the wince you make as your knees straighten once more after kneeling for so long.

You let her wipe your face with more tissues, your mind still foggy and heady. When you finally regain your sense of higher thought, Deren is fixing your collar and patting your face affectionately.

"Ready to go back, baby?" she asks, and you nod, leaning in to her touch, satiated for now. Deren smiles at you, and kisses your cheek—lightly, so none of her lipstick accidentally transfers to you. But this close, she take the opportunity to whisper into your ear.

"When we get home, I'm fucking you until you can't walk."

Shit, you're not going to survive the next few hours, are you?

[sinsmockingbird]

PTN WOMEN AS PARENTS PT. 2 | Various

PAIRING: Anne x Afab!Reader, Cabernet x Afab!Reader, Coquelic x Afab!Reader, Garofano x Afab!Reader, Shalom x Afab!Reader.

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

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's part 2! I'm definitely making this a mini series and I'm gonna try to write a part for each PTN women (that I write for). Once again dedicated to the lovely @prisoner-of-sin.

✧ ANNE

• Anne is one of the most caring mothers, truly putting her childrens needs before hers regarding anything. Nothing is more important to her than making sure your kids have a happy childhood.

• It's common thing for Anne to call you and your kids during the day if she's away as a medic on a mission or is swarmed with caring for the injured at the Bureau.

• She hates being away from you and your kids for too long, an aching to have you and them in her arms a constant loom over her. So when she finally gets home, be prepared for her to shower you all in love and affection.

• She loves to have your kids in her arms, having them wrapped up and secured -- especially when they're babies. She doesn't like to be separated from them for too long when they're so fragile at that age.

• People would say Anne is quite a clingy mother, and while that is true, she can't help but want to always have your kids by her side. It's definitely gonna be tough for her to let them go when their old enough.

• She loves to look through your kids baby photos and she loves to take them. She almost always is taking photos of your kids because she wants to try and capture every moment of their life.

• No matter what path your kids end up taking when their older, Anne is always going to love them unconditionally, and she's always going to hold on to them in some sort of way, because no matter she won't be ready for when they leave the nest.

✧ CABERNET

• Cabernet is quite a fun loving mother. She values having fun with her kids and pushing them to always have fun themselves. She cares for them deeply and does everything in her power to give them a good life.

• Be prepared for Cabernet to turn your children into mini food critiques -- specifically critiques on the food you make. It's adorable at first when your children taste test your food, but it can be a little annoying after awhile when all they give you are negative reviews.

• Cabernet doesn't quite have the guts to tell you herself if the food you make for dinner is... unappetizing to her. Because of this, she'll usually send one of your kids to taste test your food, leave and report back to her on how it tastes and then send them back to critique you.

• You learned pretty quickly what she was doing, and each time she'd continue doing it, you'd hold a blank face, eyes glancing at the entry to the kitchen with a glare as you watched her quickly dip her head around the corner.

• Despite the whole thing being a headache to you, you can't help but find it amusing on how she uses your kids to critique the food you make. It brings a smile to your face when you think about how Cabernet doesn't have the balls to tell you herself.

• Something Cabernet loves to do with your children is cook. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, she's sure to turn your kitchen into a full on cooking show as she had your kids running around helping her make things.

• It's adorable, because they all wear matching aprons and chef hats, matching as they make an unintentional mess of the kitchen. Once they finish, prepare for the kitchen to look like a hurricane swept through.

✧ COQUELIC

• Coquelic is a great balance for a mom. She can be stern yet supportive. She pushes her kids to pursue what they want to do in life, while still pushing them towards her own interests.

• She tries her best to get your guys children interested in gardening, or at least have them understand the beauty of plants. If one of your children is interested, she's over the moon with happiness! Sharing something in common that she loves with her child is a gift she cherishes.

• If one of her kids isn't as interested in gardening or plants, Coquelic is alright with that. She doesn't want to be the type of mom that pushes her interests on her kids, she wants them to love what they love, she only wants them to try her interest out once and see why she loves it.

• Coquelic will raise your children within the Garden -- with your approval -- and something that comes with that is your children having many aunts. The assassins in the Garden care for your children as much as you both do, watching out for them whenever you both can't.

• Something she'll do is teach your children srlf defense from a young age. She wants your kids to be able to defend themselves in situations where you both won't be there to protect them. It gives her peace to know her kids can defend themselves.

• Be prepared for your children to be miniature Coquelic's. For some reason your kids just have her personality, and the older they get the more that becomes apparent.

• Something that will happen often to you is being on the end one of your children's "pranks," something that Coquelic will have a hand in helping them with.

✧ GAROFANO

• Garofano, despite her older age, has always wanted to have children of her own. She may be older, but that isn't gonna push her away from wanting and having kids with you.

• When you do finally welcome your first child into the world, know Garofano is going to treat them so gently and delicately, holding them as if they could break at any moment.

• She loves sitting back in a chair, with one of your kids in her arms or sitting in her lap. She'll be reading a book or sewing/stitching up something for them while they read or play with their toys.

• When they're a bit older, she'll want to teach them how to sew. Whether they're interested or not, she wants thdm to have the skill, so she'll sit them down and take delicate time in teaching them everything, helping them whenever they get stuck.

• She also adores making your kids their own clothes. You can commonly find Garofano sitting in her sewing room making a new sweater or scarf for your kids, the look of pure love swirling in her eyes as she works.

• Because of her older age, it's common for her to get tired quite easily when your kids decide to be more rowdy. If she has to run around the house to catch one of them, expect her to collapse into a chair to try and catch her breath quite a few times.

• Though just because Garofano can get quite tired when your kids get a little crazy, she doesn't regret having kids with you for one second. This was the best decision she ever made after all.

✧ SHALOM

• Shalom -- despite being a horrible and downright evil woman -- is an amazing mother. She's tender and loving to each one of your kids, prioritizing them no matter what.

• She takes great care in teaching her kids all about the world, from the good to the bad. She doesn't like glossing over the horrible things life holds, because she wants her kids to be know and be prepared for anything.

• When they're older, she'll be more direct about the bad. She won't do what she did when they were young and put it into a fantasy scenario. No, she'll tell them what the world holds, and sometimes will even show them.

• Besides preparing her children for the real world, Shalom loves spending some quality time with each of them. She'll take time out of her day to sit down and do what they want to do.

• If they want to have a tea party, Shalom is going to be sitting at their little table, holding perfect manners and taking their play time seriously as they pour her "real" tea.

• If for some reason she's gone during the day to deal with... matters, she's going to try her hardest to be home for your kids bedtime. She'll arrive home just in time as your tucking them in, and she'll be grabbing a book to read to them before they sleep.

• Because of what she does Shalom's made plenty of enemies in her life, and she's always prepared for one to go after her family. If someone does though, you better know they aren't getting away with it -- she's going to make sure they suffer and use them as a warning to everyone else.

ENDING NOTES: Ugh, this is so fun to write! I may love writing smut more than fluff, I can't help but enjoy the times I do write it. Especially now when I'm writing very degenerate smut for December. Anyway, lmk which women you'd like to see in PT. 3.