Extending Further On Our New Garden Puppy Reader. What About If The Chief Needs To Punish The Assassins

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…

okay feeding the cass fans today

RL edits masterlist here

May I request the Mother Miranda and Lady Dimitrescu with a s/o that insists on wearing a gas mask. Like they never take it off, and spend their lei on filters, and they swear there is something wrong with them. Then one day, they get lucky and their partner just walks up to them without it on and they are breathtaking?

Birb and vambire.

Mother Miranda and Alcina Dimitrescu with an s/o that is never seen without a gas mask walking up to them one day, maskless and breathtaking.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Mother Miranda

Generally speaking, Miranda hates not knowing things. Unanswered questions? They won’t be unanswered after she sets her sights on them. You are one of few exceptions. 

Don’t think she’s never tried to ask anything, though. 

“Why do you wear that thing?”

“Why do you wear that?” you countered, pointing at her bird mask. 

...Because it looks pleasing with her robes and adds to her bird aesthetic.

Miranda wasn’t going to say that, though. All you received in response was a stare that would make most villagers quiver in fear. So...  touché. After that, for the most part, she doesn’t ask you something more than once.

How do you manage to eat right in front of her without removing your mask? Miranda will just have to theorize. 

What does your face look like? She’ll have to give her imagination the exercise it never gets.

“Why do you insist on wearing that mask?” Miranda asks again one day while you’re walking beside her.

“There’s something wrong with me,” you answer vaguely. And you don’t say anything more. 

Months after that interaction, you enter Miranda’s lab like you would any other day. 

She looks up briefly, returning your greeting. Emphasis on brief. She doesn’t notice that the straps of your mask are missing from the back of your head. 

“I brought you coffee,” you tell her, setting a mug down in front of her. But also away from her important papers and equipment, of course. 

The fact that your voice is significantly clearer ought to be a better indicator that something is different, but Miranda is so engrossed in her work that the difference doesn’t process. 

“Thank you, darling.” 

You continue to linger.

“Is there something you need?” She picks up the coffee, then tips her head up to look at you properly.

Now, Miranda carries herself with poise (sans that one time you got her to dance with you) (and also when you first started initiating physical affection with her) so she doesn’t spill hot coffee into her lap upon managing to miss her mouth, but she gets closer to doing that than she has in a long, long time. 

Not only can Miranda actually see your face, but your face is one that’s utterly striking. She’s intent on taking in every aspect of it. 

"The straps broke." You hold up your mask, seeming uncharacteristically nervous. "Do you know where I can find something to fix it with?"

Miranda doesn't say much of anything while the straps are being repaired, but she's certainly going to bring up the incident again later.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Did Alcina ask you to take off your gas mask not long (aka almost immediately) after first meeting you? 

Yes, she did.

Did her tone make it seem more like a demand than a request? 

Yes, it did.

Did the way you flatly declined sort of surprise her? 

Also yes. 

Early on, it drove Alcina nuts that you always have the thing on.

But since you mean so much to her, she just comes to accept it. 

Further fueling that is your insistence that you need to wear it.

Alcina’s offered more than once to get you a nicer gas mask but you’ve never accepted.

She semi-frequently buys filters for you even though you can definitely afford them with your own Lei. 

One day, Bela finds your mask draped over the helmet of one of the suits of armor. She presents it to her mother simply because she runs into her first.

Your gas mask and no you nearby worries Alcina. You sleep with it on. She, your partner, has never seen even a glimpse of what lies beneath it. Something must have happened to you for it to be left in such a random spot.

Before Alcina even gets the chance to finish telling Bela to start looking for you, footsteps begin approaching.

She turns around.

Surprise crosses her features for only a second, but the sight of your face is something that she instantly wants to try and commit to memory. You're absolutely stunning.

"Alci, one of the maids stole my mask. I don't—"

"It's right here, dragostea mea."

Please say that you know the name of the maid so she can be... taken care of.

Scorching Cold; Bela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover):

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Requested? ☑

"Take me back to you, into your wild heart."

Summary: Bela's iconic outfit isn't suited for all climates, as she finds out by letting her hubris get the best of her.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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After getting her heart back, Bela is finally able to really feel cold. She keeps shuddering even indoors once the colder season hits, Bela does her best to play it off but the shudders do not escape your notice. It was when Bela tried to suppress the reaction to the cold inside her private study room- That she now shares with you- When you decide to suggest an outfit change.

"I think a leather jacket would work with a hooded long sleeve underneath. If you wear a dark toned hoodie, it'd make your eyes and your hair pop!"

Bela scoffs, straightening her back before elegantly running a hand through her hair. "I'd sooner catch a delirium inducing fever than switch out the outfit I'm known for."

You raise an eyebrow at how she's willing to brave the cold just for an outfit before chuckling to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head as you playfully bump shoulders with Bela.

"Don't put your foot in your mouth, pretty girl."

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The next day you wake up with a groan as sunlight shines into your window. The crook in your neck from spending so much time hunched over papers had carried over from the day before. You take a moment to let your mind wake up before checking your phone.

3 texts from Jassmine

10 texts from Angie

1 text from Bela

You go through all of them, answering Jassmine's questions and doing your best to decipher Angie's hammered typing style. The last message had you jumping up from your bed before you could even register the fact that you were in pajamas.

The oldest Dimitrescu is stuck in her apartment. She did infact, catch a delirium inducing fever last night when the temperature dropping significantly lower than normal yesterday.

Daniela wastes no time in tagging along, she was already on the couch drinking a mug of coffee when you throw your door open, offering nothing more than a "Bela's down with a high fever.". The heterochromic Dimitrescu runs and drags you to MJ's dorm building to commandeer her bike before telling you to hop on.

Daniela paddles as fast as she can and you get to her older sister's apartment in what can possibly be counted as record time.

(The roommates currently sharing half a braincell end up throwing themselves onto the curb infront of Bela's apartment when Daniela squeezes the front brakes instead of the rear ones first.)

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The bedridden Dimitrescu sits up in her bed, looking at the pair by her bedroom door. Squinting and sniffling as though trying to discern who the roommates are.

"Oh hello there pretty eyes! Daniela, Hiiiiiiii!"

Bela smiles at you, lovestruck and red eyed and sniffling before every other word she utters before she flops back down on the bed. Groaning with regret when the mattress shakes due to the impact.

Daniela's jaw falls open in shock, arms crossing before her shocked expression turns into a light hearted scowl when stomps her foot in indignation. "Hey! I have pretty eyes too, you know!"

You leave Daniela to watch over her sister, patting her on the shoulder while heading to the kitchen to cook up a pot of chicken soup- It's found to be an easy task, with how Bela keeps her pantry organized. You smile to yourself as a fleeting thought pops up in your head:

It's easy to move around like it's second nature because I know her now.

It takes just as much time as you'd anticipated it to take, even if you moved around the kitchen in a hurry. You come back to the bedroom to find a scene that would've made one hell of a story if only anyone who would listen could even find it in themselves to believe you.

Quite frankly, you doubt that even Angie would believe this story once you get the chance to tell it.

"That's not tissue! Let go! I'll find you some more, I swear!"

"If it's not tissue, then why is it so soft and nice!?"

"It is nice and soft because I take good care of it! Hey stop, that's my favourite jacket- HEY!"

The shock wears off soon enough, allowing you to really take in the scene of Daniela pushing Bela's head away with one hand while using the other to try and pull her beloved jacket out of her older sister's grip. Bela keeps trying to bring the hem of Daniela's jacket to her nose, and Daniela's sweating with effort while looking like she's seriously considering throwing her sister out of the apartment window- If only she could figure out a way to carry the blonde without being treated like a piece of tissue paper first.

You quickly set the tray down on the night stand before Daniela can find a way to act on her thoughts, you jump into the fray. Getting to work on pulling the sisters apart.

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The of you eat chicken soup in silence.

It took a lot of coddling and an infinite amount of forehead kisses to convince Bela to drop the puppy dog eyes and let Daniela's jacket stay untainted. The redhead quietly lamented that she's in warshock after witnessing the normally stoic Bela Dimitrescu beg for you to help her pry the jacket off of her own sister's shoulders.

At that point, Daniela's just thankful to have been saved by you.

Bela's trying her best to look seductive, slowly slurping her soup without breaking eye contact with MC. She sneezes into the soup and Daniela goes from looking weirded out from witnessing Bela's delirious antics, to choking on her own soup because of it. She laughs even as her sides hurt, and she laughs even when Bela chucks a pillow at her sister's head.

You wipe Bela's face clean of soup droplets, valiantly trying to force the laughter bubbling behind your lips only to fail despite your best efforts. Your girlfriend crosses her arms in indignation, and you're almost thankful for the fever because all it takes is a kiss to her cheek for her scowling to cease and be replaced with a lovestruck smile.

Daniela places her own bowl onto the tray before lifting it off the nightstand, replacing it with an unopened tissue box.

"I'll go ahead and wash these up and take my leave. You sure you can handle her, MC?"

A mischievous smile makes its way onto your lips, and you can't find it in yourself to feel sorry for the words that are about to come out of your mouth.

"Better than you and your precious jacket can, Daniela."

The youngest Dimitrescu flips you off over her shoulders before closing the bedroom door. With a shake of your head, you look to Bela who has her arms outstretched towards you. "Now what am I gonna do with you, huh?"

She grins, bright and hazy eyed due to the fever. "You could give me my well deserved cuddles!"

You smile, taking her hands in yours before slipping into bed with her and laying her head down on your chest. In her current state, she deserves to be spoiled- What are you to do but obey when your blonde haired Goddess asks something of you anyways?

The teasing about the chicken soup incident can come tomorrow when the fever breaks and she's back to being fully conscious of the things that are happening. But for now? Small wins are still wins.

"It's a deal sweetheart, but only if you start wearing layers once you're all better."

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Attention all Bela stans: 01-11 has rung the dinner bell. Tonight's course consists of Fluff-infused chicken soup, thank you and enjoy.

okay heres the serious edit LMFAO happy bday to my wife

art: @dead-finch-420

Oh to be The Garden women’s favorite flower…

To be caressed and spoiled by Coquelic, Garofano and Sumire simultaneously… kissed and marked by their pretty shades of lipstick while they slowly deflower you on their master’s silky bed… 💕