#path to nowhere Garofano x reader

[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."

[kurogane2512]

Was supposed to write this as a Christmas fic but here it is being a mix of Christmas and New Year~

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Various x fem!reader (Chief) (includes Chameleon, Cabernet, Eirene, Langley, Garofano, Sumire, Chelsea, Lady Pearl, Vautour Bleu and Bai Yi; basically open relationship with all)

Type: Fluff and implied smut (long fic)

The end of the year was a busy time for you with lots of reports and documentation to complete, even more so considering the staff had taken holidays for the last week to spend time with their families and loved ones. Unfortunately, as the Chief of MBCC, you didn't have such plans. After all, you didn't have a home or family to go back to. Your days were always spent in the Bureau, whether it be working days or not. You didn't mind it, you liked the place and it was important to be there for the Sinners.

Some Sinners also took permissions for outing this week, most likely for similar reasons as the staff. But a considerable amount was still at the bureau and it was your duty to ensure they enjoy the holidays too. With that in mind, you had already planned everything with Nightingale's help to organise a Christmas party. On the morning of Christmas, the Sinners woke up to find lights and holiday decorations all around the bureau and personalized invitations at their doors. By evening, everyone started gathering in the recreational area wearing Christmas themed outfits and eagerly waiting for the party to begin.

"Did she really plan all this? I'm impressed~"

"She's always so hard working for us..."

"I can't wait to see what's in store!"

They mumbled amongst themselves as they waited. Then, all of a sudden, the door burst open and someone dressed in red and white with a beard and a red bag came hopping in cheering 'Merry Christmas' and throwing candies from the bag. It didn't take long for everyone to figure out it was none other than their beloved Chief dressed as Santa Claus. The children appeared most excited and huddled around you to take more candies, but more surprises awaited them.

"Follow me, everyone!" You announced and led them to the courtyard and their eyes widened at the marvelous sight in front.

A giant Christmas tree decorated with all sorts of ornaments stood in the center, and a huge bunch of gifts were placed under it. More lights and decorations adorned the area along with artificial snow falling down to give the effect of real Christmas as much as possible. You wanted all of them to feel happy even if they were away from their loved ones. You soon began distributing gifts from the bunch to each of them. It was a long and hard process to think of unique gifts for all, but you hoped everyone would like your choice.

"Ah, I wanted this for so long! Thank you, Chief!" Owo said excitedly.

"Chief, how did you know I wanted this....?" Garofano commented with a smile.

"My, this is unexpected but pleasant nonetheless~" Chameleon remarked while smirking.

Many more Sinners remarked on the gifts and thanked you. You were truly glad to see everyone liked what they received.

"Merry Christmas everyone! Please help yourselves to the feast and I hope all of you have a good time!" You spoke after the gift distribution, showing the unraveled buffet you specially arranged for. It was no lavish feast, but it was more than heartwarming for them to see you do so much. Many of them didn't really think much of Christmas and didn't plan to celebrate- like Chameleon, who had bare minimum interest in the festival. But even she could appreciate this gesture. Hours quickly passed as everyone enjoyed themselves to the night and the day was over before you knew it.

You went back to your office once everything was finished and sat on the couch with a sigh while removing the hefty Santa Claus clothes. You laid down on the couch for a moment to rest, your eyes fixated on the ceiling as you pondered over the day and felt happy everything went well. You then got up and decided to complete some more paperwork and your eyes fell on a small box kept on your table with the label- 'Merry Christmas, Chief. Thank you for your hard work'. There was no undersign but you could tell it was from Nightingale, she had also taken a leave from today until 31st. You smiled to yourself and securely kept the contents of the box in an appropriate place then sat on your desk to work.

Some time passed and in another corner of the bureau was the arrival of a most unexpected guest. The limousine stopped in front of the bureau and the leader of the 9th Agency stepped out, her cane tapping on the floor first. She looked at the building in front of her with a smirk then flicked her hat before beginning to walk inside. She glanced at the decorations in the courtyard as she walked, smiling internally at the preparations you did. She finally reached your office door and opened it to reveal your body perched upon the desk, meticulously working as always. Langley half expected you to rest now, but she knew well that wouldn't be the case.

"Ahem, hard at work, rookie?~"

Langley's sudden voice beamed in your ears, causing you to stand up.

"L-Langley! What brings you here at this hour?"

Langley smiled and closed the door behind her as she walked in then stood in front of you. She took a look around the office and seemed disappointed at how empty and normal it looked.

"Checking up on my rookie. I see you didn't take a break even during Christmas."

"Ah, I did for some time. You know, there was the party...."

"Hm, I see."

"Oh, that reminds me! It's good you came here right now, wait a minute."

You asked her to stay while you proceeded to look in your cabinet and soon took out a wrapped box then came back to her side.

"This is for you. Merry Christmas, boss~"

Langley looked at the beautifully wrapped box and was taken aback for a moment, though her expression remained fairly unchanged.

"What is this?"

"Your Christmas gift. I had thought to give it to you whenever we'd meet and it's good that you came right now. I hope you'll like it...."

Langley accepted the box and stared at it for a moment then kept it on the desk. Her lips curled up in a smirk and before you knew it, she pulled you closer by grabbing your chest harness and pressed her lips to yours. Your eyes widened at the surprising sensation, but Langley only went deeper as she stepped closer and pinned you against the edge of the desk. Her lips ravaged yours with fervor, rolling her tongue with yours in a passionate kiss. Her hands pinned yours to the side, holding you by your wrists as she came closer and made you lie flat on the table while her knee lodged between your thighs.

"Mmm.... L-Langley....!~"

You moaned into the kiss, fueling Langley's desire further. She bit your lower lip and continued kissing you deeply until she was satisfied. You were breathless by the time she pulled away, panting intensely while she gazed at you and caressed your lips with her thumb. She smirked as she stepped away to let you stand up and fix yourself while she fixed her own clothes too then picked up her cane.

"You have my thanks, rookie. Rest up now."

"R-Right, I will, boss...."

Langley chuckled and was about to walk out when something came in her mind.

"I do wonder, did your beloved Sinners thank you in return for all your effort? I don't see any kind of gifts around."

"Ah, they don't need to. I wanted them to enjoy which I guess they did, seeing them happy is a good enough gift for me."

Langley stared at you then nodded before turning around to walk away.

"Seriously, rookie...." she muttered under her breath before glancing one last look at you as she exited.

The day of the celebration passed and everything was back to normal. Most Sinners who went out returned while some took an extended outing until New Year's Eve. It was still a festive atmosphere but for you there was no end to the paperwork, you just hoped to complete it all before next year....

Unbeknownst to you, a secret gathering of some Sinners was being conducted in a secluded area of the bureau by courtesy of Nightingale. You'd generally have eyes and ears everywhere, but on request of the boss of the 9th Agency, Nightingale prepared a room where they could meet in solace. Nobody was aware of the agenda of this supposed meeting, many couldn't even understand why Langley wanted to meet this way.

"I gather these are all the people who are interested, Adjutant?" Langley asked Nightingale who firmly nodded.

"There would be more but I refrained from inviting too many. They will be sufficient for now."

"Understood, then let's begin right away. I won't waste much time, the agenda of this meeting is simple. Your beloved Chief organized such a marvelous Christmas party, yet she received nothing in return from any of you."

Langley's sharp words triggered many of them, some furrowing their brows as if feeling accused of doing something wrong.

"Hmm? If this is about gratitude, then I had extended an invitation to her for my private Christmas gathering and she refused it herself." Eirene was the first to speak. It was surprising she came to this meeting considering she wasn't in the party, but she was always interested in things like this if it involved you.

"Oh? What a coincidence, so did I. It's a shame truly, she would have had so much fun at my party~" Chelsea countered, making Eirene glare at her for a moment before letting out a chuckle.

"Surely your little....party would be incomparable to my annual celebration. It's renowned in Eastside and Quinn only offers the best services~"

Chelsea also glared at her before smirking, "That's precisely why my sugar baby would like my place better. It'd be more personal and....intimate, she could have anything she wants and I would ensure the best reception for her~"

Eirene was about to retort when a giggle was heard from the other corner.

"Reception, you say? Then the Francs have most experience here. Our parties are as large as Quinn's but frivolous formalities are left at the door. It's no wonder Chief declined you both to come to mine~"

Cabernet quipped, her words making everyone stare at her in shock.

"What?! I don't believe my sugar baby would discriminate this way!" Chelsea gasped.

"Um, if I may interject...." a soft voice interrupted the commotion and they all turned their gazes towards the source.

"....Chief was at the party yesterday the entire time. I can confirm since I was part of it." it was Garofano who spoke.

"If my word matters then I can confirm as well~" Chameleon added.

Chelsea let out a sigh of relief while Eirene cleared her throat and Cabernet was giggling to herself, enjoying riling them up.

"Just a moment, you say she was at the party the whole time? Did she not take the day off for her own personal matters?"

Another person spoke and this time it was Lady Pearl who had been silently listening so far.

"Yes, that appears to be the case. Adjutant Nightingale can explain better, perhaps?" Garofano replied.

Nightingale let out a sigh, "Chief lives here only; she has no home, family or associates of any kind. She put in lot of work for the party yesterday, planned it a long time ago and implemented it herself since I and most of the staff were also on leave yesterday."

Everyone went silent hearing the surprising truth. They all knew how much effort you spent to run the bureau but they weren't aware you had no personal life to speak of.

"Ah, finally I can continue? Thank you, Adjutant. Since everyone is up to date with the matter now, let me reiterate my point. I don't care what parties or gatherings you invited her to, in the end, she did not receive any gratitude in return. So, the stage is open for ideas. I don't care when it is and how it is as long as you all come to an answer she will like." Langley spoke.

The room was silent once again as everyone seemed to ponder then Chameleon spoke.

"Hmm, and why do you care so much about showing gratitude to her, Ms Langley?~"

Langley's brow twitched and she glared at Chameleon before someone added in.

"That's true. And who made you the boss here?! You weren't even at the party yourself!" Bai Yi was the one to speak this time while leisurely leaning against the wall.

"Would you like to take charge then, Ms Bai Yi?~" Langley replied with a fake smile.

"Ooh, now we are talking! Alright, listen up everyone! We are going to organize the best party for Chief!" Bai Yi announced with a cheer, but nobody cheered with her in agreement and she quiety stepped back.

Langley rolled her eyes at the annoying interferences, she was regretting to organize this meeting.

"A-Ahem, back to the topic. Would anyone like to suggest ideas? It doesn't have to be a party, our motive is to thank Chief for all she has done. I suggest we do something on the 31st and make it a New Year's present for her." Nightingale said.

"Good idea, Adjutant. I agree about making it a New Year's gift." Langley complimented.

"Well then, perhaps we should name the things she likes and choose according to that." Chameleon said.

Everyone nodded and started pondering what things you liked- be it hobbies, entertainment, food, music etc. However, after pondering for a good while, nobody could come up with concrete options. It's not that they didn't think of anything, but more like they didn't know what you liked personally.

"Uh, what does Chief even like? She seems to do anything and everything that catches her eye around the bureau...." Sumire broke the silence with her doubt.

"Hmm, I have seen her often talk with Pepper and Mentor about the plants here but it doesn't seem she grows any out of personal interest." Garofano added.

"She enjoys the plays the children perform, but always denies getting involved herself whenever I suggest her to take up the stage." Lady Pearl continued.

"She is a good food critc and always eats with me when I invite her, but in the end she enjoys simple meals most." Cabernet said.

"I suggested her to read some new books once and she read them all in a month then added them to the library, but I rarely see her pick out new books otherwise." Eirene added.

"Hmmm....something she enjoys.... Ah, all I can think about is the way her face contorts in pleasure when we—" Bai Yi spoke dreamily, until being stopped by everyone.

"Ahem, Ms Bai Yi, while I agree with you, now is not the time for that." Eirene scolded, making Bai Yi pout.

"Hmph, she certainly has a knack for getting kidnapped as well~" Langley teased, making everyone chuckle.

"She is also a terrible undercover agent if she easily fawns over her target next door~" Vautour Bleu commented.

Light chuckles resounded in the room as everyone tried to recall the things you like and enjoy, but nobody could settle on what to do for gratitude since everything they recounted only seemed to show your dedication towards them.

"I....suppose she's fond of taking care of us...." Sumire spoke in a melancholic tone.

"It's her job. Although, she does seem too focused on work all the time...." Garofano said in agreement.

"Hah, so you are saying we don't know anything she personally likes to do? Her hobbies or interests, anything?" Chelsea said in an annoyed tone.

"Adjutant, you must be knowing her better than us. Do you have any input?" Langley probed Nightingale who looked down with a dejected expression.

"No, I don't know any better either. If she's not assissting any of the Sinners then she's cooped up in her office buried in paperwork. I always try to ease her burdens so she could take a break but the work seems never ending...."

"Does she.... not have a life without us? What was she like before she became the Chief here?" Sumire asked.

Her question intrigued everyone, it was true they didn't know how you were outside of your job and before it. Langley sensed the growing curiosity and knew she had to divert the topic, disclosing such sensitive information about you would have dire consequences.

"That hardly matters, we are getting off-topic once again. If none of you can think anything then I suggest having a party and arranging personal gifts for her, it seems to be the safest option and she will get to have a break too."

Langley's proposal was fair but nobody responded immediately as they were still thinking to do something else.

"It is quite simple, I don't see what this fuss is about." Chamelon said all of a sudden, and everyone looked at her with confused faces.

"Care to explain, Chameleon?" Langley said.

"Hah.... If all we can think about is her dedication towards us then doesn't that mean we are the ones she loves most?~"

Eyes widened at Chameleon's statement as if a sudden switch was triggered in everyone's mind.

"But, isn't that—" Garofano said but was cut off.

"What's the harm in that? Don't tell me you all find yourselves to be of so little value for her?~" Chameleon said.

More silence followed Chameleon's words until Garofano spoke up with a smile.

"I adore the way she smiles when I make new clothes for her. She always tries them on so happily and thanks me, she looks so happy wearing them...."

Sumire was next to say, "She is my most treasured person. She participates in tea ceremonies and flower arrangements with me, she does it with diligence and looks forward to next time...."

Eirene added now, "She is my true partner. She never denies playing chess with me even though she always loses, and she always schedules a next match...."

"Her palate is much simpler than mine, she hardly knows most of the dishes I offer to her but she always tries everything and thanks me for introducing her to new flavors. Not to mention, she never fails to satisfy my hunger for her...." Cabernet said with a sigh.

Chameleon chuckled, "Since the day she agreed to be my toy, she has never failed to keep up with me. I look forward to the late night talks with her...."

Everyone eventually revealed their most cherished moments with you since they were the time they had seen you be the happiest around them.

"How romantic, seems a wedding ceremony may as well be the best gift for her~" Langley teased, "But, this has given me an idea now."

~*~

It was the last day of the year now. You didn't even realize how time passed so quickly and another year was coming to a close. You were thrust into this role 2 years ago with no memories or knowledge of yourself and the world, but here you were still thriving somehow. You had completed all major paperwork and were only left with minor issues which you planned to slowly complete throughout the day, today you wanted to feel relaxed. With a cup of coffee in your hand, you came to the cafeteria to grab a bite and noticed it was emptier than usual.

Most Sinners would generally be here at this hour for breakfast. You noticed how many of the older ones were absent, save for a few. You didn't pay much heed to this and headed back to your office with the coffee and sandwich in hand. More hours passed in the blink of an eye as you worked on your desk with unbroken resolve as you were determined to keep your evening free. You wanted to organize a New Year's party but had already used most budget for the Christmas party, still you planned to order some good food for everyone.

Strange enough, nobody came to your office the entire time for any matter, nor did any situation come up among the Sinners. It felt as if you were the only one in the building, if not for Nightingale's regular check-ins. You remembered some of them had taken outing permission for today as well, but the silence was still daunting. It was late evening when you finally completed your work and decided to head to your room to rest for a while.

As you approached the door, you noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor and crouched to pick it up. It was a simple card with the following words written- 'For Chief, come to us <3'

The wording made you think someone was playing a prank, but the familiar scent coming from the paper made you curious. You stood up and opened the door and were met with the sight of a red heart shaped balloon and a similar kind of paper attached to its string, which read- 'Thank you for always taking care of us'

You couldn't understand what was happening. You looked around and saw another similar balloon at the end of the lobby and swiftly walked up to it. As expected, another paper was attached to it which read- 'Thank you for your hard work'

This was followed by another balloon a few steps away with the paper reading- 'You are the light in my grim world'. This messaged seemed more personal, and you had some idea who it could be from but weren't fully sure.

The next card read- 'You are my most treasured gem.' Another personal card and this one seemed more obvious.

You blindly kept following the trail of balloons and were desperately searching for the next one which was slightly farther but not out of sight. You held the card which read- 'You are the most delicious delicacy in this world I will patiently wait for.' This could only be from a certain red-haired woman....

The next card in your hand read- 'Thank you for giving us, me, a place to call home'. Another ambiguous message, but something felt familiar about it.

You didn't realize when you reached the last balloon and were also standing in front of your own room now. You looked around in awe as you snapped out of your trance, wondering who did this but the hall was empty. The last balloon was attached to the door knob with a simple message pasted- 'We are waiting for you ;)'

You contemplated for a moment about what to do. Everything was quite suspicious and you had a few suspects in mind but weren't sure what the motive was here. You had an idea of what awaited you beyond this door. Would it really be the right choice to go in? You could simply ignore everything and walk away, but deep down you were eager to know the finish line of this chase.

You took a deep breath and turned the knob to open the door and were met with complete darkness. You stepped inside and the door automatically shut itself and you knew it was futile to try to go out. You remembered the framework of your room hence cautiously walked forward until you felt your foot step on something like a button and in an instant, bright lights covered your view followed by sounds of something popping and cheers of 'Surprise!'

As your eyes adjusted, you finally realized what was happening. There stood all of your Sinners- well, some of them- with a cake in front and party poppers on the floor. The room was decorated with simple ornaments that gave a positive and cheerful vibe, and the cake was labeled- 'Thank you'

"What.... what is all this?" those were the words that first left your mouth. The SInners in front had similar reactions, some smiled while a few chuckled at your dumbfounded expression.

"It is our gratitude for you, Chief. You did so much for us on Christmas, and every day before it, while we didn't give you anything in return. We wanted to show our appreciation for you as well." Sumire answered your question with the most sincere and honest reply.

"We are sorry we didn't give you anything in return on Christmas even though you did so much for us. Please forgive us and accept this as your belated Christmas present." Garofano continued and both of them pushed the table with the cake closer to you.

You were rendered speechless and motionless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. You looked at all the women gathered around who were smiling and waiting for you to cut the cake. You didn't know they had such thoughts and almost felt guilty for making them think you found them ungrateful.

"I... I-I don't know what to say. Um.... you all didn't have to do this. I don't feel any of you are ungrateful and I don't mind not receiving anything in return. I just wanted you all to feel happy on a festive day like that, the greatest gift for me is seeing you all being happy...."

The words barely came out of you as you stuttered out of embarrassment. All of them felt their hearts skip a beat hearing them, it was beyond their understanding how you could make them feel this way.

"Save your humility for later, Chief. It wouldn't hurt to receive thanks once in a while, would it?~" Chameleon spoke amidst the silence and walked up to you. She stood in front and lighted the candle on the cake then stepped back.

"Indeed. You deserve this, rookie~" Langley's voice beamed from your left.

You felt overwhelmed at the gesture and struggled to react for a while then took a deep breath and picked up the knife. You blew the candle and everyone clapped as you cut the cake. You didn't expect to receive anything like this, but you would be lying if you said the feeling wasn't good.

"Whose idea was it to do this, by the way?" you asked and everyone fell silent once again until Langley spoke.

"That doesn't matter. It was a group effort in the end. Now then, let's move to the gifts."

It seemed as if she dodged the question but you didn't probe further as you were more surprised hearing about gifts.

"Wait, gifts? There's more to this surprise?"

"Why, of course. No celebration is complete without gifts, is it?~" Chelsea spoke.

You waited for them to give their gifts but you couldn't see any kind of boxes or packets around them. All of a sudden, they stepped closer to you at once and soon stood in a circle around you. Their eyes glimmered with mischief, lips curled up in smirks as they gazed at you.

"S-So, what are the gifts....?"

"About that, Chief..... We thought long and hard about the things you like— any accessories, electronics, food— anything. But in the end, we couldn't figure out any materialistic option that you'd like." Eirene said in a humming tone.

"But then, the best option finally dawned on us after meticulous discussion. Care to take a guess?~" Chelsea added.

"Uhhh, I'm not sure...."

"Hehe~ Oh, you are so adorable, Chief~" Chameleon commented.

"We realized the best gift for you is.... us~" Cabernet revealed, making your eyes widen in surprise.

"I-I don't think I follow...." you nervously spoke, subconsciously averting your gaze from them.

"We know, Chief. You care for us most. And we care for you as well, you are the most important person in our lives. That's why, we want to give ourselves to you. Our mind, body and soul— everything is yours." Garofano explained and stepped closer to hold your hand.

You were rendered speechless once again. The turn of events was most unexpected. While you already had sexual relationships with all of them as a form of stress relief and fulfillment, you didn't think they wanted something so serious with you.

"Take us, Chief. There is nobody else who deserves us the way you do, we cannot think to devote ourselves to anyone other than you." Sumire added and stepped in to hold your other hand.

"I...." you tried to form words but none came out.

You could see their expressions turning sour at your continued silence and realized you were making them upset. But before you could finally respond, someone jumped in and kissed you. Surprised gasps resounded around you at the perpetrator- who was none other than Bai Yi.

"Aah, all of you were wasting so much time that I couldn't wait! Stop thinking so much about it and just take us, Chief~" Bai Yi said with a wink and kissed you again.

Perhaps the electrifying kiss is exactly what you needed to come back to your senses. Once she pulled away, you were finally brave enough to accept what was happening and respond accordingly.

"I.... I'm very grateful for this. Truly, you all didn't need to do it but I am very happy. Thank you, all of you. As for your gifts.... a-ahem, how should I open them....?" you said with a blush and they smirked at your question.

You then felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and were soon pulled to the side by Sumire who hurriedly kissed you. Garofano chuckled at her colleague's impatient action, but she knew deep down she was equally impatient. As soon as Sumire let you go, Garofano pulled you to her side by your collar and kissed you next, pressing her lips deeply with yours.

"Ah, how unruly of you three to steal kisses from her before us~" Vautour said while stepping closer.

You realized all of them had stepped closer to you and were squeezing you in the center, your face turned red at their close proximity.

"S-So, what are we going to d— mmph!~"

Your words were blocked by Chelsea who kissed you next, swiftly moving in and closing the gap.

"Don't forget you are still my sugar baby~" she whispered against your lips.

"If that's the case...." Chameleon said and pulled you out of Chelsea's hold. Her hand cupped your face before she moved close to ghost your lips, "....You are also my toy, I'm not going to stop our little games~". She then kissed you, pressing herself against you.

You were already feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed by the continuous kisses, but you knew more awaited. Cabernet was next to pull you towards her. She embraced you as if swallowing you, wrapping herself around you sensually while kissing you.

"Mmm, your taste is always addicting.... Let me have more, darling~"

"That will have to wait. Come here, my partner~" Eirene beckoned you with her finger. You had merely taken a few steps towards her when she suddenly embraced you before kissing you passionately.

"Just to be clear, the Quinn is still not included in this relationship. You have more ways to go before you can inherit it beside me~"

Your mind plunged in a daze. You didn't even drink any alcohol but felt dizzy as things continued, perhaps it was the feeling of being lovestruck. As soon as Eirene released you, you were pulled away once again but pinned to the wall this time with your wrists held out to the sides. The action and touch of the person was familiar, and you were indeed correct when the person came in front of you to occupy all your senses with her deep, hypnotizing presence.

"V-Vautour...." you merely whispered her name, a small smile growing on her lips.

"A very interesting place you brought me to.... I'm willing to rest my wings here and make it my nest~"

Vautour Bleu husked then drew close to kiss you. Her kiss was gentler and slower than others, but conveyed the same kind of feelings. She stepped away before you even realized the sensation was gone. A hand grabbed your wrist and you were pulled again, this time into a dance position. Lady Pearl was your partner, her right hand resting on your shoulder while her left joined your right.

"You never fail to surprise me.... Oh, this reverie is enchanting and I wish to dance with you till the world goes up in flames~"

She came close to kiss you too, a simple yet frenzied kiss that showed her desire for you. Just when you thought it was over, you remebered someone important was left.

"Enjoying the attention, rookie?~" Langley spoke from behind. You were about to turn around to face her but she didn't let you as she embraced you from the back, her right hand cupping your jaw.

"....You were the one who planned this, right?"

Langley didn't reply and you couldn't see her expression either. She simply turned your face towards herself and leaned down to kiss you.

"Some truths are better left unsaid, rookie~"

As you stood in Langley's secure hold, rest of the Sinners grouped around you again and were gazing at you with hooded eyes.

"S-So, what now....?" you nervously asked them, feeling unsure of the thoughts swirling in your mind.

"You should unravel your gifts now~" Cabernet spoke while guiding your hand towards her breast. Intense blush occupied your face at the soft sensation of her breast in your palm, feelings of arousal rising in you.

Another person guided your other hand towards themselves, making you grasp a piece of clothing covering their chest.

"Remove it, Chief. Your gift is waiting~" Bai Yi probed while holding out the string of her bra that was a simple tug away from being undone.

"This is going to take too much time if we go one by one~" Chameleon mused, her eyes glinting with lust and you knew she was thinking something mischievous.

"Well.... who says we need to go one by one?~" Vautour added, "I'm sure our beloved Chief would prefer to have all gifts at once~"

The suggestion was surprising but nobody denied it; they were all too eager to be with you, after all.

In the next few moments, shuffling of clothes filled the room as you undressed them. You pulled Bai Yi's bra string first and freed her breasts then slipped down Cabernet's gown and exposed half of her body before moving to Chameleon to unzip her skirt. They continued removing rest of their clothes while you moved to Eirene to open her dress, followed by stripping down Vautour and Pearl. Garofano had removed most of her clothes and only left the gown hanging for you to slip off, same with Sumire who was waiting for you to slide off her kimono. Last was Langley who patiently waited for her turn by removing her hat and tie, gesturing you to unbutton her shirt.

You watched in a daze as the naked bodies of the women around you came in view for you to feast on. You couldn't take your eyes off of them and felt arousal pool between your thighs already. Fantasies of flushed skin flooded your mind and left you senseless. You were numbed to the possibilities which sinfully awaited you, your body craved them but you were lost before hungry wolves, uncertain where to start. Cabernet's scarlet hair swept over the curve of her ass, and Vautour's pristine waist narrowed neatly into round hips.

You hid your eyes from the provoking sight but delighted in the sight of Pearl's smiling lips and noting the fullness of Chameleon's perfect breasts. There was nowhere to run, you were surrounded by unblemished soft skin and seductive gazes- each one all too eager to devour you whole. In the midst of such a marvelous scenery, you stood alone like a lone traveller, still clad in your uniform. By the time all of them were undressed, they were already focused on you.

"A-Ah, I will undress myself—!" you stuttered and started unbuttoning your shirt as fast as possible, but the women were faster and already had their hands on you.

"Leave it to us, Chief~" Sumire purred.

You felt all of them pull from different sides, making you anxious that the fabric would rip apart.

"Don't worry, Chief. I'll fix them later~" Garofano reassured.

As if using that as a signal, they applied for force and the sound of ripping rung in your ear as they actually tore away your shirt. Some of the buttons flew off as it was pulled from both sides then tossed away in the void. You couldn't help but feel shy and cover yourself as they gazed at your naked form, even though all of them had seen you this way plenty of times before.

"Ahh, Chief.... how delectable you look.... I can barely hold myself back anymore~" Cabernet moaned while sliding her hand down your neck, feeling up your skin. You were then shoved on the bed which was certainly not big enough for all of them, but perhaps they didn't care of the space at all. More hands caressed your pants and before you knew it, they were pulled off making you completely bare now. Cabernet was first to climb up and straddle you, her tongue lolling out as waiting to devour you.

"Now, wait a minute. What gives you the right to go first, Franc?" Eirene scolded and climbed up as well, straddling you beside Cabernet.

"Hmm, I don't need anyone's permission. Chief can't wait to have me, isn't that right, Chief?~"

Cabernet licked her lips and traced her thumb over yours.

"I don't recall her saying anything of that sort. She's my partner first, it's only right for me to start." Eirene countered.

"What makes you both think I'll give my sugar baby so easily? She only deserves to have me first." Chelsea added while climbing up and sitting on Cabernet's other side. The three of them surrounded you from the front completely, leaving no space at all except the back.

"Tsk tsk, if the three of you are so busy bickering, I suppose I'll have my share first~" Bai Yi spoke and swiftly moved behind you, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing your shoulder.

You heard the bed creak as someone else climbed up and it was none other than Chameleon crawling to sit behind you as well. Her fingers grazed your nape and she leaned to nibble your left ear, making you softly gasp in return.

"Hehe, nobody knows her body the way I do. It's only appropriate for me to start first~"

"That's not necessarily the case. We have spent lot of time exploring each other's bodies, haven't we, honey?~" Lady Pearl cooed and squeezed in as well. You were surrounded by all sides now and there was no more space, but you couldn't ignore the other women who were looking at you in anticipating and waiting for their turn.

"L-Let's go one by one. I don't care who is first, I don't want any of you to feel unsatisfied...." you suggested.

Their eyes hooded with lust at your words, an unrestrained urge to devour you growing in them.

"Oh, Chief.... you are always so kind.... How do you expect us to hold in our desires if you say things like that?~" Garofano said in a singsong tone, her face flushed red.

"Indeed.... you make it so hard to satiate my hunger...." Cabernet moaned and finally drove forward to kiss your neck. Her action prompted others to also move in and kiss you on different parts- Eirene and Chelsea kissed along your chest, Chameleon and Bai Yi planted kisses on your face and ears, Lady Pearl tilted your head back and captured your lips while Vautour Bleu and Langley kissed along your arms. Garofano and Sumire wasted no time to kiss down your thighs, even making some bite marks on your flesh.

The sensations were overwhelming as you drowned in kisses and nips. Each of them felt as passionate and needy as the other, a sign of their desperation to mark you as theirs. Small moans and gasps left you lips at the various touches; Cabernet was licking up your neck like a starved puppy, Eirene and Chelsea played with your breasts while kissing over them, Bai Yi and Chameleon bit down and sucked on your upper back, Lady Pearl covered your face with kisses before biting on your nape, Vautour was sensually licking and sucking your finger while Langley trailed kisses up and down your hand.

"A-Ah.... wait.... I can't...." you moaned in pleasure, recoiling from all sides but being held back by Bai Yi, Chameleon and Lady Pearl behind you.

"Chief... you are so sweet... mmh~" Cabernet whispered against your skin.

"Just give yourselves to us~" Chameleon husked in your ear.

As the barrage of kisses and bites continued on your body, you suddenly heard the sound of fireworks going off outside. Everyone stopped for a moment to gaze upon the sparkling sight until looking back at you.

"Happy New Year, Chief~"

They said in unison, and you finally realized the extent of their surprise. Entering the new year like this wasn't bad, you thought....

Throughout the night, only the sweetest of moans and whimpers echoed in your ears, and only the most beautiful faces teeming in pleasure occupied your sight.

[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 😭

[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!

[crguang]

beneath it all, you

“Since I’ve met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.” in which garofano finds her equal <3

established relationship, fem!reader (r is explicitly referred to as “girl” a few times), smut, oral sex (garo receiving), fingering (r receiving), some praise because i’m me, uhh age gap, r has very sharp teeth and is normal about cannibalism as a metaphor for undying devotion, 7.7k words

A/N: this is not kafka but i swear she’s coming next… this was for me and like 2 mutuals but i figured why not post it here for the ptn community on tumblr. who doesn’t love a milf am i right??? go play this game if you’re not already

Your pulse is steady under the cutting edge of her sewing needle as it glides down the sensuous curve of your neck in a deliberate pattern, along one of the warm veins she knows lies right beneath this layer of perfumed skin. It thumps softly though not without a care; Garofano counts 52 beats per minute, each of them for her. In turn, hers races with no clear destination. Your head slowly tilts to the side, opening yourself to her burning gaze like a naive, doe-eyed fool, but the look in your lidded eyes only speaks of certainty. Three simple words are written for her in their colored depths: all of me. She welcomes those words like a confession. If you were to use your voice, you would say it isn’t one. Your truth is evident and unashamed. All of you, hers. All of you, laid before her in a perfect picture of vulnerability. Submission. Her pillows support your head, her sheets tenderly caress your bare arms and back with even the faintest movement the same way her weapon of choice traces the hollow of your throat, and her knitted shawl, made with her expert hands, still rests around your shoulders from the moment you absentmindedly mentioned feeling chilly earlier. Now, it embraces you so well she might feel a spark of envy in her gut if her insides weren’t overflowing with something else— desire. Desire to possess more than she already does. It’s never enough as if there constantly exists a crumb of you she has yet to taste, and just when she believes she’s had the whole of you, you meet her eyes with a smile that shows the barest hint of the canines past your lips and she’s certain that there is more to be had. 

Garofano can’t resist applying a small amount of pressure between your collarbones, pricking the skin until a drop of crimson bubbles up to the surface. She watches you and you smile at her little test like you did the very first time. She reflects your amusement with a low chuckle. The needle, dipped in blood, continues its journey down the middle of your chest. If it was a scalpel, she could have opened a cavity and fondly brushed the pad of her index over the length of your breastbone, but she would have gotten greedy and slipped her fingers between your ribs for a graze of your heart. Instead, she trails the pointed end across the expanse of your thorax. She both witnesses and feels the fluctuation of your next breath, a touch faster than the last, and she feels a tingling sensation in her limbs at the sight. Your upper body is completely bare to her leisure touch. She drinks in the rising goosebumps her needle leaves behind. Her gaze follows the glint of metal wherever it glides on your beautiful skin and her mind is unable to conjure up a compliment she hasn’t already uttered on your previous nights together. What new words can she possibly use that will encapsulate all of your beauty? She always has the same ones sitting on her lips: art, sacred, inestimable. Perhaps there is more value in repeating them over and over until her tongue grows numb rather than digging around for novelty. She has spoken every thought, has recited every stanza of poetry she’s found with your name spelled between the lines. Her love for you is anything but new after all. It’s familiar, like walking the same road home at the end of the day so often you could take the path with your eyes shut. Yes, she will repeat herself as long as she can use her vocal chords to form words. If not, she will write. Because love means nothing if she can’t express it for you to know. 

Garofano traces the gentle swell of your breast for a suspended moment. Your eyes are tame as you observe her every move before the sewing tool smoothly draws a curvy line back towards your heart. She keeps it there, watching your chest rise and fall under it. Her bedroom smells faintly of gardenia and stands still against the flow of time beyond its intimate space. You like the sweetness she carries with her, you often tell her. She’s not sure if you mean her fragrance or her. Looking at you now, with your heavy eyelids and an abundance of fondness for her on your face, she thinks you must be in love. The thought lights the embers in her belly, and its warmth spreads to the tip of her ears. 

“You know,” she starts quietly, “right now, your life is in my hands.”

She underlines her point by pressing the needle firmly against your skin without drawing blood. She knows exactly where to pierce for a fatal strike to the heart to take you out before you realize she’s done it, and she doesn’t even have to know your body like the back of her hand for it. Her needles are many things; tools she uses to create personally designed dresses, subtle weapons in snuffing the life out of the Garden’s enemies’ eyes and tonight, an intimate means of exploration. She glides the cool tip along the lines of your body, meticulous and attentive, like she wishes to lose herself in them. Her control and precision are unmatched, she doesn’t harm, only caresses. Though at times, she thinks you wish she would do the former, as if it was the strongest way to demonstrate what she feels for you. She prefers soothing strokes and tender embraces, sincere words and fond looks. It's unfamiliar to you, but she will hold your hand through your learning process regardless of how long it takes. 

Your eyes gleam at her words, prompting a knowing smile from her. You wrap both hands around her wrist and press the needle closer to your chest.

“Yes,” you agree easily, almost breathlessly, “right now and always.”

“Always? That’s a very long time.”

“Not long enough.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle with her growing smile. You release her wrist and allow her to draw patterns on your skin again, half circles and made up letters on your breast, sometimes dangerously close to the stiff peak of your nipple. Her free hand brushes up your abdomen. Her palm is warm, it often is, as she maps out the curves and dips of your stomach with a seasoned touch. Garofano knows just how to steal the breath from your lungs and render you a gasping mess for her. She’s so very skilled with her hands; anywhere they pass, a shudder follows closely. Your flesh is malleable between her fingers and she handles you like one of the expensive and delicate fabrics she works on whenever she has a moment’s rest— she’s careful, patient as a saint, and with a single curl of her slick fingers, a prayer of her name tumbles out of your mouth in half broken moans.

She cups your right breast and your lips part further. 

“You would stay with me forever then?” She asks, her voice a sultry caress. She already knows your answer and she never tires of hearing it.

“Mhmm,” you nod with a cheeky smile because you know what it does to her to see you so eager and devoted. “Forever yours.”

Her eyes burn into yours, you hold her lustful stare with as much heat reflected in your irises. Her thumb fleetingly passes over your hard nipple and the sensation is enough for your hunger to grow. Her hand leaves your breast to trail upward, over your collarbone, and she wraps her slender fingers around the base of your throat. She feels your next swallow under her palm. Garofano leans closer, her thighs now straddling your waist, and lifts the needle to your cheek. It unhurriedly draws a slim heart on your skin, but your gaze stays locked on hers and you tilt your chin, subconsciously gravitating towards her. Her guts clench at your expression, naked desire etched on the lines of your face. She lowers her eyes to the curve of your upper lip, so full and begging to be kissed, with the tip of your white canines visible just past it. She looks back at you.

“You look like you want to eat me,” she says teasingly, but there’s a truth to her words. 

“I do.” Your breath is slightly shorter and you swallow again, pupils blown. You inch closer to her, and your longing for her could not be clearer. “I want to tear into you. I want to sink my teeth into your skin and bite off a piece of you so that your taste never fades from my mouth.”

Her heart thunders in her chest like it’s trying to close the distance between it and your own. The needle pauses its languid movements. Your body is soft and pliant under her and the tips of your fingers loosely clutch the fabric of her shirt, holding onto her even as she’s pressed against you. Your eyelids droop further, your rising chest flushed to hers. You look intoxicated with her presence alone and Garofano feels her commendable patience fraying at the edges. You bring a hand to cover hers holding the needle again and stroke her knuckles. The warmth of your skin seeps into her, expanding to the rest of her body.

“Carve your name into my skin so there’s no doubt as to who I belong to.”

The pad of her thumb traces your bottom lip, pulling it down to see more of your teeth. She thinks your jaw must ache, hungry as you are. 

“And scar this perfect skin?” She smiles, eyes dark.

“Yeah. You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Mmm…” 

Her thumb slips past your lips and slowly slides over the upper row of teeth there, back and forth in a soothing pattern. Your mouth stays parted for her and your eyes soften at the gesture. She absentmindedly seeks to soothe the dull ache of your teeth with her touch but all she succeeds to do is fan the fire within you. Your fangs graze her skin yet she doesn’t flinch, used to their cutting shape, or perhaps because she knows you won’t bite despite every instinct screaming at you to do so. Her trust is not unfounded. You kiss her thumb before it leaves your mouth. 

Garofano softly shakes her head and cups your jaw. “No, I think I’ll claim you in another much more enjoyable way.”

She emphasizes her murmured promise with a kiss. Her lips lock with yours like two puzzle pieces made for each other. She’s languid and firm, a hand under your jaw, and she kisses you until the quickened rhythm of your breaths synchronizes. She relishes the sound your mouths make with every brief separation and the feeling of your lips sliding against hers, always greedy for more. One of your hands sneaks under the hem of her shirt to trail up the curve of her spine. A small shiver follows your touch. You chase her when she pulls away, and a short chuckle escapes her before she presses loving kisses across your jaw. Your fingers sink in her voluminous hair in a gentle grip. You squirm beneath her, your skin is already heating up under her soft ministrations because of a few kisses and unlike her, you’re not known for your patience. Garofano quells your growing impatience with a warning graze of her teeth against the edge of your jaw. 

You’d almost forgotten the sewing needle held confidently between her thumb and forefinger. Garofano withdraws from you and immediately earns a petulant sound out of your mouth. Amusement shines in her eyes at the slight pout of your lips as she straightens up above you, sitting on your pelvis, but her fingertips ache to give you everything you want. She will, in due time. First, she wants to savour the feel of your body under her hands and bring you over the edge using only the fingers you love so much. She places the needle on the hollow of your throat and makes her way downward a second time, though this time she ignores the erect buds on your chest and draws a straight line down your abdomen. The pleasant sting of her weapon makes you shiver even as the room’s temperature steadily rises. You regard her with heavy eyes and she follows the movement of her hand down your body while the other feels the curves of your waist, possessively squeezing the flesh now and then. The zone around your navel is sensitive, she leisurely circles it with her needle and her pleased smile widens an inch at your response— the sharp hitch of a breath. 

“Truly a work of art,” Garofano utters appreciatively, more to herself than to you. 

Her nails softly rake your skin, a satisfying contrast to the sting of her needle. It glides over your stomach with no specific destination, etching shapes and broken patterns onto your body. You shift under her. Your hands come to rest on her thighs, fingertips digging lightly into the supple flesh, and Garofano can tell you’re getting a little needy. 

“Mmh? Is there something you need, my darling?”

“You,” your answer is instant and laced with desire, her gaze flickers to your face at your tone. “Always you.”

Your eyes are aflame with lust, and she thinks it’s a wonder you haven’t tried to take things into your own hands yet. Your need to be touched by her, to feel the love confessions she writes on your body with her nimble fingers, constitutes most of your inhibitions right now. Your restraint is endearing, as is the way your tongue subconsciously darts out to wet your drying lips. 

“It’s taking everything in me not to pounce on you,” you continue honestly.

Garofano’s mouth quirks up into the beginnings of a smirk. “Is that so…?” 

She brings a hand to her collar and deftly undos the first few buttons of her shirt, drinking in the darkened color of your eyes on her. She exposes the slope of her neck to your hungry gaze and goes as far as popping open the fourth button so that you get a teasing glimpse of the smooth expanse of her chest. She feels your grip tightening on her thighs, but you still make no move to pounce on her like you said.

“Nothing?” She taunts you one more time, dipping a finger between the opening of her shirt and pulling the fabric down only an inch. 

You look at her with pursed lips. She laughs quietly and leans forward to plant a lingering kiss on your mouth that you quickly reciprocate, your eyes fluttering shut. Her breath fans your lips when she pulls away.

“You’re being such a sweet girl for me tonight,” she mutters against your mouth, “allowing me to indulge in you like this even though you’re itching to touch me. I can almost hear your thoughts, what you’ll do to me later.”

“I’ll put my mouth on you,” you say like a promise, “my tongue, my teeth. They long for you, you know— my teeth. They ache at the mere sight of you.”

“I know, darling girl…” Her nose brushes your cheek with the next kiss she presses on the corner of your lips. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“No. I can never be close enough, immersed enough, it’s driving me crazy.” Your hands move from her thighs to the curve of her ass, and a small gasp escapes her at your firm grip. “You’ll be covered in the shape of my mouth once I’m through with you.”

Your words make her pussy clench. The mental image of your marks on her, bruising her skin until it turns a beautiful shade of purple and leaving behind a dull ache she’ll still feel the next day, swirls around in her head. You’ve previously shared your displeasure at her choice of clothing, how she prefers long sleeves and high collars, and complained about your handiwork going unnoticed because of it. You’ve taken to leaving lipstick marks on the underside of her jaw instead, and she finds your wish to claim her for all to see maddening. You share her passion, her visceral desire to possess and never let go. You cling to her with scorched fingertips and sweet vows on the tip of your tongue, your yearning for closeness mirrors hers in all the ways that matter most. It takes her breath away each time to bear witness to the profound way you love, and she has to admit that she hasn't yet gotten used to standing in the heart of it. 

Garofano guides your lips to hers for another insistent kiss. She readily swallows the quiet sounds out of your mouth and keeps her body flushed against you for a moment longer. Her tongue runs across the seam of your lips, and you part them wider to welcome it. Your shared saliva meld together with no clear idea where yours begins and hers ends, until there is only the feel of you, impossibly close, taking over senses. You often kiss her like you’re running out of air and she’s the one breathing it back into your lungs, as if she held the essence of your being on her lips. She attempts to withdraw from your mouth enough to catch her breath and your fingers flex on her ass as you lean forward to capture her lips again. A pleased hum sounds from her throat at your eager kiss but she still punishes your gluttony with a controlled press of the needle at your stomach. The sudden sting makes you gasp in silent surprise, and Garofano takes the opportunity to straighten up above you once more. 

“Patience,” she reminds you, “you’ll get what you want soon enough. But for now, let me enjoy you.”

You don’t respond, your legs shut in an effort at restraining the heat between them. Her gaze tracks the needle in her hand as it moves across your skin and she revels in the slight tremble of your limbs wherever it passes. The tip is a teasing sensation on your body and she feels a deep satisfaction at the shivers it earns from you, your hands obediently back on her thighs like the good girl you can be. She can hear some of the breaths you exhale every now and then. Your chest thumps with need, your fingertips clutch at her skirt and your dark eyes are fixed on her form sitting above you, but you reign in your urges like she so gently demanded. Luckily for you, feeling you quiver underneath her, exposed and open, has Garofano’s hunger flare up in her guts. 

She moves backwards to settle between your legs and your thighs part almost instinctively to accommodate her. Your thin underwear clings to your skin, already damp from her earlier attention. Garofano shoots you an amused smile.

“I’ve barely touched you.”

“Garo, have you seen yourself? I get wet watching you sew.”

She laughs and you mirror her expression with a small one of your own. “So that’s why you insist on hanging around when I work…”

“Busted,” your smile widens when she playfully pinches your inner thigh. “Can you blame me? You’re the sexiest person in this garden. Don’t tell Mentor. Though she’d probably agree.”

“You’re impossible.”

The air is thick with anticipation and Garofano’s eyes are full of adoration. She runs her splayed fingers flat down your torso from your breast to your pelvic bone, stopping just above the waistband of your panties. Your hips shift under her touch but she pulls her hand back to take hold of your left thigh instead and you bite back an indignant protest. She teases you with the needle in her other hand, trailing the tip up your right inner thigh firm enough to sting pleasantly without causing harm. The subtle weapon draws closer to the edge of your underwear, and the muscles of your thigh flex with the restraint it takes you not to squirm restlessly. You’re aching for her to touch you properly, she can see it in the way your breathing picks up a beat when she kneads your flesh, her nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin. Still, you don’t pressure her to quicken her pace. Garofano rewards your good behavior with a kiss to the heated spot in the crook of your thigh. She can smell your arousal, intoxicatingly obvious. You’re ready for her and she’s barely done anything. She almost groans. 

Garofano effortlessly discards the needle with a flick of her wrist. She wants to touch you properly, feel your quivering muscles and raised hairs under her palms as she pleasures you. Two fingers toy with the band of your underwear and slowly reveal the curls underneath. She can hear each of your heavy exhales as she bares the rest of your body to her gaze. Your last article of clothing is discarded next and Garofano sucks in an inaudible breath at the sight of the telltale glisten of your lips exposing your arousal. She runs a single digit over your pussy, from your short, slick hairs down to your slippery slit and through your warm folds. Her finger shines in the low light of the bedroom. it ignores your aching clit and explores your cunt like it has a hundred times before. Your hips chase her touch, silently asking for more, but for some time it’s all she gives you. She spreads your lips to admire the pretty colors of your cunt and spreads your wetness all over your sex until it steadily drips down the crack of your ass cheeks. You sigh softly, a touch irritated despite the pleasure that courses through you at her reverent ministrations, looking down at her expectantly.

Garofano smiles; your lips part wider to speak— to whine for more, no doubt— and she applies pressure on your clit before you can utter a word. Your breathing stutters, she hears it more than anything, and your body desperately jerks further into her. Whatever sentence you were going to say is replaced by a quiet moan that makes her stomach clench in pleasure. Your pretty little sounds, so unashamed, always get the same reaction from her. She rubs tight circles on the sensitive bud and kneads the flesh of your thigh with her other hand, relishing the feel of it between her fingers. You get wetter by the second and she hasn’t even pushed a finger inside of you yet. 

“Hah, Garo…” you breathe out her name; it sounds softer in your mouth. 

She teasingly flicks your clit with a fingertip and tears another lovely noise from you. “Yes? What are you aching for, my darling? Tell me.”

“More… Your fingers.”

“What about my fingers?”

Her smile widens at the short whine you respond with. You can get so needy when she touches you like this, you forget yourself and easily lose your mind to the stimulation she provides you. It’s such a contrast to when you have your fingers around her throat and are stealing the air from her lungs with incessant kisses. She enjoys both versions of you, especially since you look this gorgeous, pleading and at her mercy. 

“Inside me,” you gasp brokenly, “God, just fuck me like you mean it— Mnh!”

“Bossy.”

You’re interrupted by two of her fingers slipping inside your cunt with no resistance on your part. Her digits are immediately enveloped by your dripping heat and curl inward to brush your inner walls, earning a proper moan from you this time. One of your hands gropes your own chest, thumb swiping over your nipple and adding to the assault of sensations your body is under.

Garofano’s thrusts don’t reflect her gentle personality, she adds a third finger that has your back aching off the bed and your eyes fluttering shut. Her hand leaves your thigh to toy with your momentarily neglected clit and you shudder with the first touch of her index on your pulsing nub. She can feel you clenching deliciously around her fingers. The wet sounds of them thrusting in and out of your needy pussy and your soft cries of pleasure fill the room in an erotic harmony. It’s music to her ears, she can’t tear her eyes from the arousing picture you make as you get closer to your peak; your hips eagerly meet each hard thrust, your brows twist in ecstasy and your lips are forever parted to let out those maddening moans you can’t contain. Her stimulation is unrelenting, she watches the way the pad of her finger rapidly teases your clit then further smears your arousal over your sex. Your glistening curls are temptatious, she thinks of all the ways she’ll taste you in the upcoming hour and the sinful thoughts only serve to fuel her desire to make you cream around her digits. She buries them inside you to the knuckle, savouring the warm and velvety feel of your cunt on her skin. 

She neglects her own arousal to focus on yours and your throbbing clit under her thumb, her need growing between her thighs. You pinch your nipple with two fingers and she briefly abandons the bud to bring a wet thumb to your other breast. She leans forward, never slowing her pace inside you, and lifts the plush mound to her mouth. Your eyes rapidly blink open, head tilting to gaze down at her, and Garofano’s pleased smile reflects in the crinkles around her eyes as she meets yours. Your free hand tangles into her long locks. Your grip is tight and desperate, a way to hold on to her closely. Your desire is written on your sweaty skin, it’s in your heated stare and in the flash of your tongue peeking just past your open mouth, and it’s all for her. All of you. Her tongue swirls around your hard nipple and suckles in time with the thrusts inside your cunt. You won’t last long like this, she knows your body’s tells better than you do and the way you clamp around her hand is the most obvious one of them all. 

Your breast slips out of her mouth with a slick sound. You respond with a small noise of protest.

“Don’t stop,” you almost whine, pushing her closer to your chest with the hand in her hair, “don’t stop, baby…”

“So greedy,” Garofano places sweet kisses on your breast, but it isn’t enough. Your fingers tighten in her hair and she curls her fingers in retaliation, knuckles brushing your sensitive walls. Your sharp intake of breath is as intoxicating as your taste. “You were such a good girl, don’t forget your manners now. It’d be a shame to stop right before you come for me.”

She slows her pace to a tantalizing rub to illustrate her point and draws another indignant mewl from you. She chuckles in amusement. 

“Garo, don’t tease…”

“But you make such pretty sounds for me.”

“Mmnh, I sound better when I come.”

“Oh, I know.” Her reply is low and honeyed, dripping with want.

It’s true, you do sound the most beautiful when you’re coming undone around her fingers or on her tongue. Your breath hitches, your eyes lift to the ceiling, and high moans meant only for her tumble from your pretty lips. With the image in mind, Garofano thrusts her fingers as deep as they can go, hard and fast, relishing the widening of your eyes at the sudden shift. Your soaping wet cunt clamps around her digits, sucking her in and refusing to let her go. The upper row of her teeth graze the heated skin of your breast and just barely touches the stiff peak, but it still earns her a breathless reaction from you. Your skin is burning with the desire coiling tight in the depths of your stomach. Garofano’s tongue darts out to swipe over your nipple just as the coil bursts and your orgasm crashes over you in electrifying waves of pleasure. You gush around her fingers and she merely rubs your inner walls to help you drag out your orgasm. Her name is a sinful drawl out of your mouth, her ears tingle with the rousing sound. Your desperate grip on her hair is almost painful, and she hums low in her throat at the pleasant sensation.

Her fingers effortlessly slide out of you once you’ve come down from your high and she lifts them to her line of sight so you can see the telltale glisten of your cum on her skin. Your lashes flutter open as you catch your breath and Garofano plants a parting kiss on your chest before sitting back on her knees. She meets your eyes with a satisfied glint in hers and brings her hand to her mouth, slowly sucking one cum-covered finger at a time. The digit disappears past her lips then slips out with a wet pop! that has your irises cower from the darkness of your pupils. Garofano makes a show of licking her fingers clean while you watch with parted lips, your pussy still pulsing with unabashed need. You lift yourself on your elbows. Your gaze is smoldering, full of promise, and she merely has the time to smile before you lounge yourself at her, wrapping her in your arms and bringing her back onto the bed with you. A surprised laugh escapes her as she willingly steps into your embrace. Her back softly collides with the firm mattress. Your lips are already on her jaw scattering kisses here and there, and the sudden movement has swept some purple locks into her face, tickling her cheek. She’s forced to shut her eyes when your mouth reaches the slope of her nose, her smile stretching wider. Her hands sneak around your bare torso and travel along the path of your spine in loving motions, as if writing those words that make stars burst in your eyes directly onto your skin. You hum contentedly near her brow in response. 

“My turn, now,” you mutter into her temple, a finger already tracing the hollow of her throat. 

You feel her next swallow under the pad of your fingertip. You pull away from her face to gaze down at her, and her eyes open to hold your stare, warm anticipation sending shivers through her limbs. Your fingertip is replaced by your palm, your fingers wrap around her throat and lightly squeeze the sides of it once. Garofano’s breath hitches, not due to the hand around her neck but rather to the heady veil over your half-lidded eyes as the tip of your tongue trails over your upper teeth. She recognizes that hunger, and her pussy throbs at the sight. 

“The world may not see my marks on you with all of these shirts you like to wear…” your free hand runs a straight line from her collar down to her abdomen, forcibly popping buttons on the way and effectively ruining the garment until more of her skin is revealed for your viewing pleasure. Your lips part wider, molars aching at the expanse of creamy skin before you. “But you’ll definitely feel them.” You lift your gaze to hers. “You’ll ache, like I do for you.”

“Is that a promise?” She asks cheekily.

You smile sharply. “Just a heads up.”

You lower yourself over her to capture her lips in a wet kiss. Your thigh slots between hers, bending in a way that applies delicious pressure to her covered cunt. You swallow the throaty moan that spills from her mouth and caress her tongue with your own. Garofano easily meets your intensity halfway. Your connected mouths move in a sensual dance that steals the air right from her lungs. Her hips shift under you, shamelessly seeking the dizzying friction of your thigh against her cunt. For one moment, you lose your mind to the intoxicating feeling of her kiss and melt into her body a little more. She tastes like sweet tea and the cum she sucked off her fingers just now, a strange yet addictive mix to taste off her lips. You normally could waste hours kissing her like this with no complaint, but your current impatience has other plans. Your hand trails up to her chest and sneaks under the pad of her bra, cupping a handful of her breast. It squeezes and kneads and caresses, manipulating the smooth flesh like clay.  Through your locked lips, Garofano’s sharp exhales become yours along with each quiet noise you pull out of her. Your thumb circles her stiff nipple and you feel the familiar shape of her nails on the skin of your back, digging ever so slightly. 

You can’t resist a minute longer, Garofano can practically see your restraint snap in two and she tilts her head to the side preemptively once you withdraw from her mouth. Your teeth on her skin always bring forth the same buzzing sensation in her lower abdomen; you litter marks along her neck, biting and licking everywhere your mouth reaches. The light sting paired with the wet warmth of your tongue as you suck the skin, painting splotches of purple on her body that rival her hair color, arouses her more than anything. The ache between her thighs is almost unbearable. Her clothes make it impossible to get the friction she needs to relieve herself, her hips uselessly grind into your thigh and she lets out a bothered sigh.

“Darling, ah,” she calls out breathlessly; your teeth sink into her collarbone before your tongue wets the spot there, covering her in your saliva, “a little help?”

Her hands leave your back to rake up the fabric of her long skirt up to her hips but are blocked by your thigh between hers. 

“M’not done,” you mumble, kissing the newly made bite marks across her collarbones. 

You absentmindedly pinch her nipple and tweak the erect nub between two fingers. Garofano swallows thickly. Despite her urgent need, she can’t find it in herself to reprimand your one-track mind. It’s cute how focused you are on your task while playing with her breast, relieving the ache of your jaw by nibbling on her like a chew toy. Your lips travel down to her chest and you take a few seconds to take off her ruined shirt and expose the dark bra underneath. The straps are sliding down her shoulders the next instant and the clasp is undone by an expert hand. Once she lies bare beneath you, you resume your ministrations on her chest. The flesh of her breast is soft and pliable, you spend the longest time stimulating her chest with lovebites and quick suckles, your eyes falling shut. Your tongue swirls around her nipple and your hand kneads her neglected breast. Garofano gazes down at your blissful expression as you suck her glistening nipple into your mouth once more, her lips parted and her eyelids heavy. She lifts a hand to the back of your head, a low moan reverberating through her chest. Her skin shines everywhere your tongue has touched and covers her in a soft glow under the bedroom lights. It’s littered with reddish indentations and purple bruises, courtesy of your desire to consume her, but you never go far enough for them to feel unpleasant. You kiss where you want to chew, lick where your molars throb with the instinct to tear and mutter reverent words when you best express yourself through the bite marks your teeth leave behind. Your restraint is commendable, but more than that, it is proof of a long-lasting devotion with her at the very center. 

Your mouth finally abandons her chest and travels to the soft curves of her stomach. With the movement, your thigh no longer stands in the way of Garofano bundling her skirt at the waist. She holds the fabric in place with one hand and spreads her legs enticingly, revelling in your immediate reaction to the sight of her drenched panties. Your fingers dig into her inner thigh, pushing it further apart, and you feel her stretch marks with a caressing hand. 

You tug the waistband of her underwear and glance at the wetness that connects the flimsy material to the slick hairs of her pussy, then lift your eyes to hers. “You’re so wet, baby.”

“I am. Why don’t you do something about it?”

“Mmm…” 

You leisurely drag your index up and down her covered slit, enjoying the sight of her lips emphasized by the pretty fabric. You hear a trembling breath and tilt your head to the right, pondering. 

“What are you waiting for?” Garofano shifts on the bed, brushing some locks out of her face and smiling down at you fondly. “Need some encouragement?”

“I’m just wondering how I want to fuck you. But… a bit of encouragement never hurts.”

“In that case… Be good and make me feel nice, won’t you, my darling?”

You bite your bottom lip in a futile effort to contain your growing smile. A swift movement has her underwear sliding down to her ankles and another  has a thigh resting over your shoulder. You turn your head to mark the warm skin at your disposal, taking your time to pepper bruises all over her inner thighs so that she won’t be able to close her legs without thinking of you. The colors are gorgeous on her, her body is a canvas you paint with your teeth and tongue, adding a few additional shades to the pink flush of her skin. She’s ready for you— has been ready a while ago— but you decide to tease her some more for what she pulled earlier, taunting you like that. Your lips follow a predetermined path towards her slick, aching cunt. Garofano tuts impatiently when you take too long, a quiet sound that amuses you.

“Patience,” you repeat her words from before and lick up a thin string of arousal smeared on her thigh, “I’m enjoying you.”

Her hand on your cheek brings your gaze back to hers and, despite yourself, you lean into the touch. Garofano strokes your face in a way that always has you melting, her thumb gently swiping over your cheek in a soothing pattern. It moves to your mouth and pulls your bottom lip downward. Almost instinctively, you suck the digit into your mouth. The low hum of satisfaction that you earn is enough to make you forget about your previous intentions to edge her. For a suspended moment, you simply look at her.

“You won’t keep me waiting, right?” The sultry and expectant tone of her voice coupled with the evident heat in her eyes make your insides clench. “I need you…” 

Her free hand lowers to her pussy, and she spreads her lips with two manicured fingers, giving you an unobstructed view of her dripping folds. Her thumb slips out of your mouth and wets your lips.

“I need your mouth, my darling,” she continues, a breathiness in her words, “that talented tongue on me. Will you be a good girl for me?”

You nod wordlessly, mind hazy. The lines of her face are more pronounced when she smiles, and you barely tear your eyes away from them as you taste her, tongue slithering up her slit to collect her arousal. You watch her with heavy eyelids while you lap at her like a thirsty kitten. You flick her erect clit with the tip of your tongue a couple of times, and Garofano moans in pleasure, still keeping her pussy lips open for your hungry mouth. The back of her head hits the pillows, her hips chase the sensations you bring her, and her chest falls heavily along every breathy sound that flies out of her mouth. She’s stunning, a sculpture that’s been given the breath of life. Her long locks of hair are like tendrils framing her face, her brows twitch with each pass of your tongue over her cunt, and lower, her nipples sit on her rising chest like precious gemstones. Your mouth waters. You long to suckle on them a bit longer, but that’ll be for later. You wrap your lips around her clit instead and suck, hard and fast. Face pressed to her drenched cunt, your chin and nose are rapidly coated in her essence. She fills your senses; her taste on your tongue, her scent in your nose, the flesh of her thigh beneath your fingers, those raspy, honeyed moans in your ears… She’s everywhere at once. Your world is reduced to her immense presence all around you. She’s not looking at you, her eyes are shut in pleasure. Her hand has turned into a claw on your cheek, her nails carving crescent moons into your skin, and her heel is pressed to your back to keep you against her. She clings to you as she grinds her pussy on your tongue, and you can’t help pushing a finger past her pulsing entrance. It slides in easily, she’s more than wet enough for it. 

“Hah, mmmn,” Garofano’s beautiful sounds above you encourage you to thrust into her at a steady pace. “Yes, just like that…”

You briefly withdraw from her cunt to marvel at how effortlessly your finger disappears inside her wet heat. The squelching noise it makes with each thrust is sinful yet it melds perfectly with her deep lustful moans. Praises fall from her lips like she’s uttered them a thousand times, and perhaps she has, your head spins with need and you forget to count. You slip a second finger into her and don’t let up on her engorged clit, suckling the nub until it twitches on your tongue. Garofano keeps her thighs spread prettily for you, though the muscles flex and relax in succession, a sign of her impending orgasm. Your tongue and fingers work in tandem to bring her over the edge, unrelenting and determined. You recall just how attractive she is when she comes, how her back makes this perfect arc over the bed and her pussy clamps around you, and you curl your fingers inside her cunt to hit the spongy spot that has her eyes rolling back in their socket. She’s so aroused, so wet, it doesn’t take much longer for her to get close to her peak. The pleasure steadily mounts within her, snaking around her guts and squeezing, and she lets you know through drawled out words of encouragement.

“You’re doing so good, darling— I’m so close, don’t stop.”

The assault of sensations is sending shudders through her body. She wantonly bucks into your mouth, chasing her high with no care in the world. You enjoy her the most like this, when she simply takes what she wants without question. She is greedy and you give freely with the burning desire to satiate her. Your fingers pump inside her dripping cunt, your muffled sounds of pleasure vibrate against her folds, and it’s not long before Garofano comes down your throat. Your soaked digits slip out of her and you latch onto her gushing entrance to swallow every drop of cum that that leaks out of her pussy with her powerful orgasm. Her strong thighs press against your ears and you let them, too focused on her tangy taste to do anything more than drink what she gives you. You lap at her a moment longer as she regains her bearings. Her hand lifts to the back of your head and strokes your hair while you clean her up. You look up to see Garofano already gazing at you, warmth etched in her eyes. She catches her breath and returns the easy smile you send her way with a soft chuckle. 

“Come here, sweet girl,” she beckons you closer and you obey instantly, pressing one last kiss over her dark, slick curls before climbing on top of her to reach her face. 

Garofano tenderly cups your cheek. The tip of her nose brushes along the side of yours, then she kisses your cum covered lips and sighs contentedly into your mouth. Her skin is as warm as the embers simmering in your belly. She kisses you sweetly, slowly so as to relish the feel of you against her, and you want more. You want so much more of her— you hunger for more of her taste on your tongue, of her curves under your fingertips, of her mouth on your body. She is there, lying beneath you, open and giving, and it still isn’t enough. Your weight on her is a welcomed one, she sneaks an arm around your waist to trap you on top of her body while she gets her fill of your kiss swollen lips. 

“Mmh, Garo,” you reluctantly pull away to speak, but she chases your mouth and presses some more kisses on it as you talk,” hope you’re not… tired…”

“Oh?” She tilts your chin upwards with two fingers and gives you a dark look. “And why’s that?”

“I’m in a playful mood.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm. I wanna play. And I have just the toy for it.”

Garofano laughs quietly at your raised eyebrows. Her forefinger absentmindedly rubs the cartilage of your earlobe. 

“Well, now I’m curious.”

Your excitement is adorable. A glint appears in your eyes at the thought you planted in her head, and your canines peek just so through your wide smile. Garofano simply observes your features in the low lighting as you ramble about your newest discovery.

“Okay, so, since I can’t actually get you pregnant, I got the next best thing…”

She’ll definitely entertain that thought later. For now, she only holds you close and traces the shape of your ear to commit the feature to muscle memory. In the sanctity of her bedroom and past these colored walls, you belong to each other. She smiles to herself. So precious, so beautiful, and you’re hers. Perhaps some hardships are worth suffering through if they lead to you.

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PTN woman with Christmas: Headcanons

Note: Happy late Christmas! This is gonna be the Christmas special, I hope you enjoy ^^

Featuring: Adela, Shalom, Coquelic, Zoya, Garofano

Adela:

-When she lived alone she didn’t do too much. Maybe a few small decorations lying around her house to bring in the festivity. Definitely buys those little Christmas bird decorations. If you search “Featherly Friends Birds” you’ll know what I’m talking about. She also names them and has one at the door so when she leaves she bids it goodbye.

-After you came into her life, she definitely upped up her game on decorations because now she has someone to celebrate it with. A tree which you two will decorate together, drinking hot cocoa, and baking cookies. She loves watching Christmas movies with you on the couch.

-Did indeed try to get her own tree but your jaw dropped when she pulled out her shears and tried to aim for the throat of a pine tree. But you two did go pick out one together after persuading her. She was more than excited to go pick out the perfect one to place in your shared home.

Shalom:

-She is the master of choosing gifts for others. Her gifts aim right for your heart if you will. Noting details through the year and coming up with the gift for everyone. There’s not one person that was sad or didn’t like the gift she chose for them.

-You two dance a lot with Christmas music on her record player. Usually a classic song as she runs her finger through her collection. Taking your hand in hers she guides you to the living room floor and let you two drift along with the music. “Let us sway along with the beat, as the best way to celebrate the holidays is…with you.”

-She’s not really the type to go play in the snow due to how cold it is and she’s afraid you’ll catch a cold. But did indulge a little after seeing you beg her. Using sticks to draw little drawings in the snow.

Coquelic:

-Does not enjoy the snowy weather because she has to wear thicker clothes. Complains about it as you bundle her up. You had insisted turning the heater up wasn’t enough and that she was shivering a few minutes ago.

-She cannot wrap presents for her life. The edges are poked out and it just doesn’t look…good in one way or another. And always gets frustrated after the second try which usually leads to one of the other Garden members or you to do it before she starts cussing the gift out.

-Does find it amusing when the Garden members start to play in the snow. She does soften a little as she sees how happy they are. Laughing together and safe. And of this softness ends when one of the snowballs hits her.

Zoya:

-Makes you two kiss under the mistletoe, ofc a fake one. During this time of month she carries one around with her so she has an excuse for more affection.

-Big fan of playing in the snow, especially snow ball fights. She’s usually pretty light with her hits not wanting to hurt you but if one of her members throws a snowball at you, shes full force snipping them in the face or the balls

-During this time of month you will hear showered and when I mean showered i mean you will be bombarded by gifts the whole month. From the minutes it turns December 1 she has a present for you already. If you think she doesn’t give you enough presents you will be wrong. All carefully picked by her and has this big grin on her face when you open it

Garofano:

-Oh the mom she is 😞 Very busy during this time of month. She’s making clothing for everyone in the Garden, baking treats, setting up decorations. But she’s very happy doing these things because it’s for her family, the people that rely on her.

-The pro at wrapping presents. I guess it’s just a mom ability that just happened 😭 The edges are neat, no creases, and all of them look so pretty. She brushes it off like it’s nothing but secretly baths in the praise you give her

-When you asked her what she wanted for her present she placed a bow on your head before asking “am I greedy for asking for you?” It indeed made you blush and she chuckled before placing a kiss onto your head

[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. 

[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.

---

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.

.

.

.

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

[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.

[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 😅

[vrachis]

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

[purpleberiii]

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

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

LMAO THE BIG SCARY SINNERS AS BABIES 😭

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

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

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

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

[bunnivez]

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ´ˎ˗

⟡ ݁₊ . Waking up early in the morning, you notice a nicely wrapped box with a pretty bow, on top of it— laid a nicely folded letter with your name on it. Upon inspecting the mysterious gift; you came to a realization of who the gift is from. Your heart flutters with warmth, it seems your lover didn’t forget.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas to my pretty girl, hopefubly you didn't think I'd forget to get you a present. Honestly I feel kinda corny doing this, i'm not really used to it but 1 figured it would bring a smile to your face. Hopefully you like my gift, I actually made it myself. It took me hours, deadass; but you know i'll do anything for my baby.. Love, Zoya

You giggled softly at your girlfriend’s letter before unwrapping the small pretty box. You were met with a hard cover purple box this time, and inside it contained a beautiful handmade bracelet with beads of your favorite colors. It was honestly surprising to know Zoya made it, you’d think it would end up messy but it was actually the opposite. Well, you have to give her credit; she is a fast learner.

As you put on the bracelet you notice a small note at the bottom of the box; I’ll be picking you up at 2, make sure to wear something warm and easy to move on.! What does she have planned?

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas Princess! I Really hope you like my present, I thought it would look cute on you and it's really helpful, especially in this weather. Apart from that, it will come in handly later for what I have planned. I'll be picking you up around 11; pretty early, I know, but I promise it will be worth it, you'll see.. Love, Cinnabar

Your lips parted slightly as you read the letter; a date??? You set the letter aside and unwrapped the box. Inside contained a lovely fluffy sweater of your favorite color(s). It was very pretty and warm, Cinnabar was right, it looks very helpful with the cold weather. However, what exactly is the occasion?

You took some time thinking until you remembered. She mentioned once about wanting to ride her horse with you on a snowy day, specifically at a park she knew where the view was beautiful. You quickly get ready with a huge smile on your face.

Merry Christmas to my sweet angel <3 I hope you like my gift, I made it just for you, it took me hours but it was all worth it, especially when I know it will bring a smile to that sweet face of yours. I love you so much baby, and I hope my present brings you some comfort for when you need it and i’m not there. Once again, Merry Christma, angel… with lots of love and kisses, Garofano

You smiled as you read the letter, her handwriting was neat and beautiful, you’ll save it like the other letters she has written you. The way that even through letter— she still calls you her angel. Your eyes looked at the pretty, purple with green stripes box with a nice white ribbon on it. As you held the box, you realized it was pretty light, it didn’t make much noise either when you shook it.

Lifting the lid, you quickly gasp and take out the hand made gift Garofano made. It was a plushie of you! It looked so cute and silly; she added a lot of detail to the outfit. You hugged the plushie happily before whipping out your phone and sending a picture of you holding the plushie to Garofano, letting her know just how happy her present made you.

Меrry Christmas baby! Im your dear sweet santa clause this Christmas ho ho ho :p. You know, photos are very impertant. They capture and freeze moments and carry many memories. I sound really poetic now, but in sure you can already guess what I got you. Hopefully with this we can capture happy moments of our own… Love, Deren

You giggled and neatly folded the letter. Your girlfriend had a way of bringing humor even in letters and it always made you crack a smile. You opened the box, first undoing the pink ribbon. Inside the box laid two items, a Polaroid camera which you first notice, and a hard cover book. You smiled in excitement and grab the book first, opening it to see the first page covered in pictures of you and Deren— taken by herself.

As you turned the other pages, the rest were left blank. You glanced at the polaroid camera, Deren left the rest for you to fill on your own. Capture the happy moments in life and glue it all in the book to look back to. Oh once she comes back theres no way you will let her go.

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[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]

Extending further on our new Garden puppy reader. What about if the Chief needs to punish the assassins for attacking the other Sinners?

Just the Chief calling you to her office alone, just to lock the door behind her and send a message to the Garden women that they'll get you back when she sees their attitudes improve.

Other Sinners very quickly realizing that they can get a rise from any of the three women by targeting you instead. Coquelic refusing to spar Zoya when she has you in her lap, so the only reasonable thing to do is obvious! Zoya just snatches you from Coquelic's grip and bolts, running through the building with you slung over her shoulder and crying for Coquelic to rescue you.

Or perhaps Langley finds you in the Chief's office during one of their punishment periods. Which of course only has one thing to be done! To play on the intercom for the entire MBCC headquarters to hear, her holding you pinned beneath her and she showers compliment after praise to pull out all those adorable embarrassed noises you make.

But no matter what, no matter who messes with you or trying to take what belongs to them away. All three women will always have you back in their embrace, your tail wagging happily at just being near them. But don't forget, Puppy, they need to make sure to remind you why you belong to them and them alone.

There’s something really amusing about the Sinners playing “keep away” with you, as Coquelic, Garofano and Sumire all try to hunt them down in order to get you back 😭

Coquelic probably goes ballistic when you’re snatched away by anyone other than her assassins. So Chief, Langley, and any of the other sinners who dare snatch you away, will have to face the wrath of an angry Coquelic who’s like a spinning, small tornado of anger that’ll tear up the MBCC to get her puppy back…

nsfw under the cut

Oh and if Coquelic manages to snatch you back only to see how the other women have marked you up…? Coquelic is livid. Literally red faced and screaming as she summons Garofano and Sumire to bring you down to her cell, because she’s rebutting twice as hard for all the hickies and attention you’ve been given from the other women. You need to remember who your original owners are, no matter how many times the women in the Bureau try to play “keep away” with you 😨

Expect to be restrained onto the bed by Sumire, her shibari skills are one of the best after all, so there’d be soft, silky ribbons suspending you to the sheets, as Garofano makes quick work of slicing off your clothes. Both of those women will tend to your prep work, while Coquelic is standing off in the corner, mumbling curses to herself as you see her slide on a big, girthy strap on…

Coquelic doesn’t often use the strap (she prefers using her hands to bring you to heaven) so when she whips that cock out, you know she means business, as she’s quickly looping the straps and crawling over on top of you to mark you silly. Not like Garofano and Sumire weren’t already doing that. With Garofano sucking at your neck and Sumire fondling your tits so they’re nice and perky…

From your sex-drunk daze, you look up to see Coquelic angrily staring you down. She’s not mad at you, but her curses under her breath are enough to make you whimper in fear. You’ve never had angry sex with any of the Garden women before, so this’ll be a first as you have no idea how rough they’d go.

“Spread her legs. She’s not allowed to close them, understood?”

“Yes, master Coquelic.”

Immediately on command, Sumire pulls your right leg, while Garofano pulls your left, allowing Coquelic to have access to your glistening wet pussy, as it’s been aching to be spoiled by the fingers of your owners. Or rather, strap ons…as you see Garofano and Sumire glancing over at Coquelic’s sex toy drawer wirh want…

“Try to be a good girl as always, okay?” Coquelic huffs, glaring down at you with those intimidating crimson eyes. “I’m going to be tougher than usual…so just…brace yourself.”

It was rare for Coquelic to ever go rough on you (despite her sadistic tendencies) so you were surely in for a treat as Sumire and Garofano held you down, blushing at the cute moans you let out when Coquelic slowly pushed forward…