๐บ for the wip game would love to see FUCK YOU
โ This one works just as it is, but since I wanted to color and render it, it's a wip! It was based on that one image (that I no longer have saved), but I thought it would be funny with these two </3
โ I don't even have any like context or rhyme or reason for this other than like me thinking it would be funny...
โ It can be interpreted, however... as Donnie not wanting to look like he's happy to be hugged (not drawn is another wagging tail) ~ trying to keep up that bad boy persona or whatever cause he's a DORK!!!!
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Imagine reader having a threesome with mean Arlecchino and Signora (แแฃแ)ี
Iโm going so crazy!! And the way their boss forms match too is so ๐ฅน
Could I be ๐ชผ Anon ? ( ๊แด๊)
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dom!signora and arlecchino x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, threesome, mean doms, rough sex, spanking, spitting, bondage, cunnilingus, fingering, choking
"what a pathetic little thing." signora mused, eyeing you from where you sat atop her lap. they had dressed you up in a pretty lingerie set, fabrics of red, black, and gray made to emulate their more regal attire.
"very." arlecchino comments, tugging your jaw to make you tilt your head back to look her in the eyes. her hands are rough, nails scraping your skin as she stares down at you.
she pushes you forward into signora, tugging your hips up to perk your ass in the air. she rips your panties right off, tossing the scraps aside as she spreads you wide. "you're practically dripping. have you no shame?" arlecchino asks.
signora laughs, pulling your chin up to look at her. "she asked you a question, answer her." she snaps.
"no, no shame- i don't-" you babble and arlecchino slaps your ass, enjoying the way you jump and fall into signora's lap.
you endure a few more smacks on your skin, signora lifting your head to bring you up for a heated kiss after. she pulls away for what you think would be a break, only to force your lips open, dripping spit onto your tongue, shutting your jaw and forcing you to swallow.
"at least she knows her place." signora hums, stroking your cheek. "mmm, our knave here has had such a long week. why don't you help her relax a little, okay, pretty girl?" signora mumbles into your ear, more of an order than a suggestion.
you dumbly nod, watching arlecchino sit by the headboard, spreading her thighs for you to crawl over like the good puppy you are for them.
signora tugs the straps of your lingerie off first, leaving you completely bare except for the collar and thigh highs that remain.
arlecchino unbuckles her belt, sliding her pants down to reveal her pussy to you as you crawl closer, leaning your chin on her thigh so cutely. you place little kisses up her milky skin before her clawed hands grip your head firmly, yanking you up against her, slick smearing over your skin.
"get on with it." she barks, and you oblige, hurrying to lap at her clit and make her feel good. signora watches you, the messy way you try so desperately to please her fellow harbinger. it excites her.
you excite her.
arlecchino uses your mouth as her toy, grinding firmly onto your tongue, her hand on your head a silent warning to stay put for her. she can feel you whimpering into her pussy, her head falling back with a soft grunt.
before she can cum, she pulls you away, eyeing the wetness across your lips. "what a filthy little mess you are." she wipes her own fluid off your face, turning you around to sit on her lap while signora approaches.
she ties your hands behind your back, resting on arlecchino's clothed abs as she spreads your thighs wide for both of them. signora slides her fingers over your cunt, two blunt nails cut just for you as they slide into your fluttering hole.
she curls them expertly, and your head would've fallen against arlecchino's shoulder had she not gripped your throat, forcing you back up. she squeezes the sides, hearing your muted gasp. "don't let me catch your eyes closed again." she snaps, making you watch signora finger you harder.
her thumb is on your clit, rubbing tight circles that leave you writhing, mixed with arlecchino's hand on your throat, and signora's fingers rubbing your g-spot.
it's all too much, and you start to sob, begging for no more and much more all at once until you finally squirt for them.
such a filthy little toy you are. what a mess you've made. you've soiled the bed, their clothes, dirtied their skin.
but, oh, how you have these harbingers wrapped around your finger without even realizing it โก
an for anon: hello โก welcome!! sorry this took me so long to get to!! i wanted to try and make a bit of a longer fic <3
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