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megistusdiary · 2 days
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𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘' 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 ☄. *
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dom!transfem boss form arlecchino x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle, size kink (arle's boss form), cunnilingus, fingering, thighfucking, lowkey messy?
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arlecchino pins you down to the bed, her massive form looming over you, eyes shining bright red, betraying her rather neutral expression.
you feel small beneath her like this, held down with minimal effort from her as she stares down at you.
how you've even managed to convince her to fuck you in this form is a wonder.
already, it's a tight fit for her, considering she's normally taller than you. but like this? her hand splays across your neck, surrounding your throat easily. her hand practically can cup your entire face.
"please? i can take it." you beg her, trying to reach for the prominent bulge in her pants.
"no." she sighs, pinning you back down. "you're too fragile." she asserts, softening slightly at your genuine disappointment. "i will still take care of you." she promises.
"what about you?" comes your response and she shakes her head.
"you're still mine regardless. i'll just have to use you in other ways." there's a sadistic lilt behind her words that makes you shudder and nod so obediently.
she leans up, sliding your clothes off, leaving you bare before her. she runs a hand down your body, lifting your hips and using her thumbs to part your folds. it has you panting out of embarrassment, averting your gaze as she laves her tongue over your pussy.
and, oh, it felt different. she felt warmer, bigger than usual, her tongue leaving nothing untouched as it slides over your clit. you practically scream for her, arching up off the bed while she kneels for you alone, tongue shoving its way into your cunt.
she grunts when she realizes your size difference now, her tongue stretching you open wide enough that you're gasping and clawing at the bedsheets. she can feel you fluttering around her tongue, dripping so much slick for her she's almost flattered.
she uses a dangerously clawed thumb to rub your clit, urging you to cum for her, a hand pressing down on your abdomen when you squirm from the intensity.
you pant as you recover, staring down at her, watching her push her hair back away from her eyes. she eases herself up, freeing her painfully hard cock from its confines and the way your eyes go comically wide has her twitching.
"i told you. there's no possibility you can fit me." she pinches your clit, making you squeal as she collects the remnants of your orgasm, sliding them over her own cock.
it's much bigger than you're used to with her. it's longer, wider, and oozing thicker pre-cum that has your mouth watering.
she runs the tip through your folds, seeing you squirm from overstimulation. she sits down next to you, hoisting you up effortlessly, grinding your pussy on her cock, feeling you coat her in wetness.
you can hear the slick noises of skin on skin, your head falling to her shoulder while she uses you for her own pleasure.
"want you- want it so bad-" you mumble for her and she sighs.
"you'd break. i prefer my toys whole, and i'm not ready to part with you quite yet." she grumbles, grinding you harder onto her cock as you whimper with the friction on your clit.
once she feels you cum again, she picks you up, laying you back down on the bed, hovering over you. she tenderly pushes your thighs back, folding you into a mating press so she can slide her cock between your thighs, rutting against you while she coats your tummy with her pre-cum.
her thrusts grow rougher, the bed and your body shaking as she grunts, pushing your thighs together to fuck them faster.
when she cums, she coats your tummy, chest, and a bit of your face in thick white spurts. she heaves, still hard against your stomach. she scoops some of the release off your face and stomach, fingers trailing down your body sensually.
she gathers some of her cum, easing it into your hole while you squirm and cry for her. she makes sure to use fingers she has trimmed down, all so she can finger-fuck her cum into you.
"good girl. but we're not finished." she says, her cock twitching against you as you look up at her with a sweet little dazed expression.
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knavesflames · 2 days
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Childhood friend Arlecchino and Reader that Arle never truly found her to be a friend, despite the reader saying they are and Arle did kinda ditch em during middle school. Until college rolls around, the newfound (or unrealized) sentiments towards Reader become more clear to her - infatuated.
I feel like I kind of strayed from this because I’m totally into angst rn but if wanted it to be sexual I can indeed make another part OR I can also make an even angstier ending. Anyway!! Here it is.
Contents: just sad reader, Arlecchino is lowkey mean in middle school, one (sexual) slap.
Word count: 1672
Writing (kind of NSFW at the end) under the cut!!
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You skipped up to the small girl who sits reading on a bench, holding a small pile of rocks and a wide smile on your face. You don’t have many friends, you’re too quiet, too ‘weird’, so when you befriended Arlecchino, you actually began looking forward to school each day. It was almost too good to be true. She’s been a bit distant with you the last couple of weeks but that’s fine, right? She’s probably stuck into that book of hers, her nose has always been in a book or playing with insects.
“Look!! I found rocks that matched your eyes and I thought they were cool, you can-“
“Stop it.”
“..huh? Stop what?”
“Stop bothering me. Can’t you see I’m busy?”
You pause at that. In a sense, she is busy reading, but can’t she put her book down for two seconds? You haven’t properly spoken in weeks.
“Yeah but I was excited about the rocks. I can never find any that remind me of you and now I have.”
“Okay? I am still busy.”
“But we’re friends.”
A sigh leaves Arlecchino’s lips, and she finally looks up from that book.
“No, we aren’t. When did I ever say we were friends?”
You feel your shoulders sinking, a frown tugging at the corner of your lips. Your hand falls to your side, the rocks held tightly within the constraints of your fist.
“No, I.. you didn’t, but I just assumed that.. I don’t know. I thought we were friends.”
“You assumed wrong. I don’t like you anymore, you’re weird, and you never stop talking. I don’t want to talk.”
Your cheeks puff slightly before you let out a puff of air. Your teeth graze your lip, biting down firmly as you stand there in silence, processing. Weird. There’s that word again, no? You feel a sort of pain rise in your chest, but you swallow it.
“Okay. I’m sorry. You can keep the rocks.”
The rocks are placed onto the table beside her, an assortment of black and white and grey all decorating the rocks. And one, one black one with a red cross on it, clearly drawn. You just wanted to make her feel included, everyone was finding rocks that matched their eyes. You keep staring at her for a while longer, but she doesn’t look back up, so you turn.
“I’ll tell my mom you can’t come for dinner, then.”
Arlecchino finally looks up when she hears that. God, she hears the hurt you’re masking, the tears threatening to spill over your lashes. She shouldn’t have been so crass with you, she knows that, but that’s who she is. Blunt, and she was sick of having to pretend. She watches as your figure shrinks towards the school library, where she first met you. You didn’t have any friends, so you ate there. It was better than sitting at that dreaded buddy bench and waiting for someone to ask you to be their friend. As you walk, you pass said bench, a feeling of slight dread rising. To the library, then.
It’s then that Arlecchino notices the rock you drew on, her face softening for just a second. She brushes the rocks off of the table, pocketing the one you drew on before continuing her book without a word. She moves seats in class after that, and she’s not unaware of your eyes that burn sadly into her as she picks up her books. They’re rimmed red and slightly glassy, and it stabs her heart. You two never talk again after that. She goes back to being the girl at the back of the class that enjoys being alone, that enjoys the misconceptions people make about her. You sit in the middle of the class, staring down at your textbooks, silently yearning to be part of the conversations the kids around you have.
Each year passes and both of you grow older. She kept that rock, it’s in her pocket always. It’s become some sort of lucky charm for her, and god she can’t help but stare at you in class as you become more beautiful with every passing year. By senior year, you’re the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. She can’t stop thinking about you. She finds herself stalking your social media when she’s at home, her finger always hovering over the like button, her fingers always hovering over the send message button before deleting the entire paragraph. She knows you’re both off to college soon, she’ll most likely never see you again, and yet she still can’t bring herself to admit her feelings. She can still see the hurt in your eyes from that day, the way you dismissed it like it was nothing only to cry in secret after. She dreams of you at night. Dreams of how she regrets what she said and the way she said it, dreams of her holding your hand and looking at rocks together, dreams of your whimpers as she fucks you. She hates that last dream. The dream that gets stuck in her brain constantly, so much so that she nearly failed her biology final. On graduation day, she makes a promise to herself that she’ll never think of you again.
But she does. Fast forward to junior year of college and you’re walking with your headphones on, looking down at your phone until you collide with someone, a harsh “watch it” in your ear.
“Sorry! I’m sor- ah. Sorry.”
You look up into the same red and black eyes you once considered a friend. How stupid. Out of all the colleges she could have possibly chosen, she chose the one you chose too.
“It’s fine. Just.. Watch it. You’re as clumsy as you ever were.”
“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t looking.”
Arlecchino swallows the nerves rising in her body and finally makes a conversation with you, her voice blunt, awkward.
“How have you been?”
“Fine, thank you. You?”
She scowls slightly as your dismissive tone reaches her ears. You were never like this before.
“Good. I’m good. What are you majoring in?”
“I’m going into geology.”
Of course it’s geology. She didn’t expect anything less from you, really.
“Fun. I’m going to study insects.”
“Go figure.”
“I’m sorry. For what I said back then. I know I hurt you.”
“You didn’t.”
“You cried.”
She has you there. She saw your eyes when she moved seats in class, it wasn’t exactly easy to hide the redness. You pause, not saying anything for a while.
“We weren’t friends. We aren’t friends. What does it have to do with you?”
“You were lonely and it made me rethink.”
“Weird people are meant to be lonely, don’t you think?”
You’ve carried those words with you ever since. It didn’t really matter when other children called you that, but the one person you considered a friend.. well, it hurt.
“I just.. didn’t appreciate the eccentricity. That’s all. I miss you.”
“Okay.”
“I dream about you.”
“It isn’t like you to be this emotional. Do you feel guilty because I was lonely afterwards or because you want to clear your conscience?”
“Both.”
As honest as ever. You take a deep breath, the music still playing in your headphones that now hang around your neck.
“We can talk in my dorm room.”
You turn on your heel, walking straight to the block of dorms. At least she’s not in the same block, she thinks. She can at least avoid you if this goes bad. The thought of going to your room though.. her dreams of fucking you have only come back, and stronger. Your room is cozy, so very you.
“Is that.. KISS?”
She points to the poster on your desk. She hates that she’s familiar with them, because she hates that she’s more like you than she could ever want to be.
“Yep.”
“I like them too.”
She gingerly sits on your bed, letting her bag drop with a thud. As you walk over to join her, in all your clumsy glory you kick the bag by mistake as you stumble over it, watching as the rock you once painted on tumbles out. Silence.
“You still have that.”
“I never got rid of it.”
Her heart beats faster. So does yours. Your face, so beautiful in the light of your room, the way your hair shines, the way your eyes have a mix of sadness, anger and happiness in them, all of them fighting to take over.
“You’re beautiful.”
Her words cut through your thoughts. You look up at her and you can’t deny the way your heart flutters as you look at her. You suppose you’ve always felt the way you do about her, that it’s why it hurt you so much when she said you weren’t friends. And once again, your mind is brought out of your thoughts by a sudden crash of her lips on yours. A surprised sound comes from your throat, but you don’t fight against it.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“It isn’t.”
“You’re here now.”
Hands wrap around your waist, tightening and pulling you closer to her as her lips leave yours and pepper kisses on your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and then your shoulder. And you don’t stop her. Your hands entangle themselves in her hair. What the hell has gotten into you? And her, for that matter, as her hand slides under your shirt and you feel the coldness of her skin on your stomach. Your own hands shed her jacket and she whispers against your skin.
“Let me.”
“Hm?”
“Let me do what I do in my dreams.”
“What’s that, then? Dissect insects?”
A gentle, sensual, almost desperate and loving slap of your face as she grips your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes, those ones you avoided for so long. You wonder how she knew exactly what to do to turn you on.
“Let me fuck you and show you how sorry I am. How much I missed you.”
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inou-ie · 5 months
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Pairing: Alpha Arlecchino x Omega female reader
Warnings: NSFW, omegaverse, Arlecchino in rut, breeding, crying, hair grabbing/pulling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting.
MDNI
As you successfully sneak into Arlecchino's room, a chuckle escapes you. You're surprised by how easily you fooled her 'servants'. Their warnings about the danger of being near your own lover felt absurd as you approached Arlecchino's bed, thinking about it.
However, your smile fades upon seeing Arlecchino huddled up, clutching her chest while gripping onto your shirt, which she probably took before secluding herself. Her irregular breathing indicates her struggle, enduring it all alone.
Despite her vulnerability, you found yourself weakened by the overwhelming intensity of her scent permeating the room, causing your head to spin and your heart to race faster than usual.
You walked closer, taking a better look at her. Seeing your lover suffering like this, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of pain in your chest. You sighed and moved to take a seat in the corner of the bed, attempting to touch her cheek. However, you were caught off guard when Arlecchino quickly grasped your wrist.
"My love..." she breathed out before quickly drawing you into her embrace. Arlecchino's arms wrapped around you protectively, yet possessively. You could feel the heat emanating from her body, her scent enveloping your mind and body.
A small groan slipped from your lips as she tightened her hold around you, suddenly pushing you onto the bed and laying on top of you while maintaining a tight hug. You found yourself trapped between her large frame and the soft mattress.
She didn't speak but continued to embrace you, gradually tightening her hold. After a moment, Arlecchino lifted her head, her eyes filled with desperation and hunger as she gazed at you. Leaning closer, her breath teased your lips. You sighed softly, reaching out to caress her cheek in an attempt to alleviate her pain.
"It'll be alright, I'm here to help..." you said softly and slowly, wanting to ensure she understood your intentions, aware that your lover wasn't entirely herself at the moment.
In response to your words, Arlecchino held the hand that was caressing her cheek, kissing your palm, then tracing her way up to your arms and shoulders until she reached your neck, where you could feel her inhaling your scent.
Silence enveloped the room, interrupted only by the sound of her breathing. She buried her face into the crook of your neck, pressing her body tightly against yours and eliciting a soft sound from you.
Noticing something hard and... big pressing against your stomach made you gulp nervously. Just by the feeling of it through clothes, you got the idea that it's much larger today.
You can't help but let out a moan as Arlecchino started moving her body, holding you close. Her hips swayed sensually as she ground her crotch into yours and you can feel the hardness of her erection through her pants, making you aroused as well.
As Arlecchino continued to move, her breath becomes ragged as she pushed herself even harder against you.
You sighed softly when she finally leaned back but your eyes immediately widened as you watched Arlecchino unzip and open her pants, revealing a massive erection that was leaking precum profusely, looking like it had been aroused for quite some time already.
"Oh fuck..." You breathed out softly, unable to tear your gaze away from the impressive sight of Arlecchino's throbbing member. The amount of precum dripping steadily down her shaft was enough to make you so, so wet in between your legs.
Arlecchino took hold of her throbbing cock, groaning softly as she started stroking herself while looking straight into your eyes. You couldn't help but feel the heat between your legs intensify with every stroke and lick your lips unconsciously at the sight before you.
Just as you were about to sit up, unable to control the urge to suck her off, she quickly pushed you back onto the bed and began removing your clothes with an urgency, almost ripping them apart.
When you were finally stripped down to nothing, Arlecchino pushed your legs apart forcefully. Her gaze never left the glistening wetness between your thighs as she positioned herself closer still.
With shaking hands, she lifted her cock towards your quivering entrance and began rubbing it against your clit. The contact sent shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your being, causing involuntary gasps and moans to escape from your lips.
Your breath came out in ragged gasps as Arlecchino continued to tease your clit with the tip of her cock, the sensation was almost too much for you to bear – it felt like an eternity had passed before she finally stopped, leaving you trembling and on the brink of orgasm. "Beautiful..." She growled, moving back slightly so that she could see your face contort with pleasure.
Her hips swayed dangerously close to yours again as she began rubbing herself against your entrance once more - this time harder than ever before. With every thrust forward, Arlecchino's erection pressed against your opening, threatening to force its way inside at any moment.
You arched your back off the bed instinctively, needing more contact. Arlecchino paused for a moment, her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of herself until her gaze shifted downward towards your quivering pussy, now slick with your combined precum. A soft sound escaped from between her parted lips, "I... can't be gentle with you, my love..." she managed to whisper hoarsely.
With that, Arlecchino positioned her hips perfectly against yours and pushed forward – the swollen head of her cock slipped easily inside you, eliciting a gasp from both of you. She held onto your hips tightly as if afraid that any sudden movement would cause your bodies to lose contact entirely. With each thrust forward, more of Arlecchino's throbbing member slid into your tight walls.
The moment Arlecchino's cock was fully buried within you, a strangled cry escaped your lips. She really was bigger than usual and it felt like she was stretching you to the limit. Your breath hitched in your throat as you clung onto Arlecchino's hands, feeling her massive erection bulging against your stomach. "Don't move yet..." You choked out, trying desperately to adjust and calm down after being taken by something so big.
Arlecchino growled in response, her grip on your hips tightening even more. She pulled back slightly before pushing forward again – this time hitting something deep inside you with enough force to make your eyes almost roll back into your head.
"I said, don't— ah...!" You can't help but throw your head back when Arlecchino pushed even deeper, hitting something within you, eliciting a mixture of pain and pleasure that caused you to squirm beneath her. The sensation was so intense that you couldn't help but moan out loud, your nails digging into the flesh of her arms as you held onto them for dear life.
Arlecchino began thrusting in and out of you, her hips moving with a hypnotic rhythm that left you breathless. Each time she pulled back until only the head of her cock remained inside you before pushing it all the way in again – harder this time around.
Your moans and whimpers echoed through the room alongside Arlecchino's groans and grunts. You could feel every inch of her throbbing member slide in and out of your walls, leaving no part untouched or ignored. The sensation was so intense that it felt almost painful yet exquisitely pleasurable at the same time.
Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse (or better), Arlecchino suddenly lifted your hips up off the bed and started pounding into you faster and harder. Every thrust sent waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through your body while making wet squelching sounds come from deep within your pussy each time she plunged forward into you.
You dug your nails deeper into Arlecchino's arms, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, it seemed as if she was pushing herself even harder with every thrust inside of you. The bed creaked and shook loudly in time with her movements, the sound echoing throughout the room.
Your tears flowed continuously; this was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You couldn't believe how rough Arlecchino was being right now - yet at the same time, there was something about her brutality that felt incredibly arousing. She kept hitting something deep inside you perfectly each time she plunged forward.
Your hips slapped against each other so hard that it almost hurt – but somehow, it only served to intensify the experience further for both of you.
As Arlecchino's movements grew faster and more erratic, you could feel her cock swell inside of you. You knew she was about to cum so you wrapped your legs around her waist tightly, pushing yourself even deeper onto her throbbing member in an attempt to get as much of it inside you as possible.
Arlecchino let out a loud grunt before holding you close to her chest in a tight embrace. The pleasure was intense; so much so that you almost blacked out from it. Arlecchino's powerful thrusts continued as she pumped her seed deep into your womb, filling every crevice and cranny with the hot liquid. Your insides throbbed in ecstasy around each pulsing wave of cum that invaded them.
Arlecchino's thrusts grew harsher, pushing further into your already stretched out hole. Every time she pushed forward, another jet of thick fluid poured from her cock, making its way deep inside you.
As she continued to cum uncontrollably, Arlecchino's pace doesn't slow down even for a moment. She pumps her hips harder and faster into your hole, grunting loudly with every powerful thrust. Her cock is so deep inside you now that it hits against your cervix with each vicious jab, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through your entire body.
You can feel the heat building up within yourself as more and more of Arlecchino's seed fills you up. It feels like there's no room left in your womb - but somehow she keeps filling it regardless.
Despite being filled beyond capacity, another intense orgasm washes over you yet again. Your walls clamp down tight around Arlecchino's shaft one last time before releasing their grip completely, sending a torrent of thick liquid shooting out of your hole in long, viscous streams.
Your body shuddered, and it felt like you couldn't move at all. Your mind had been reduced to mush, and your body was like jelly. Arlecchino sighed deeply before holding your thighs apart. Your pussy was covered in her cum, which continued leaking more with each passing moment.
Just as you thought she was done, Arlecchino pulled out slowly, leaving your pussy gaping and leaking. She then flipped you over onto your stomach, lifting your hips up into the air. Her thick cock aligned itself perfectly with your entrance once again.
"...again...?" You whimpered, already feeling full to bursting point from her previous onslaught. But Arlecchino didn't seem interested in listening or understanding with her current state; instead, she pushed herself back inside of you with force that made you bite and grip the sheets tightly.
Her hold on your hips was bruising, and you kept struggling to keep yourself still despite the forceful penetration. Every time she pushed into you, it made a sickening squelching sound as her cum continued seeping out of you with every movement.
"My love... my love..." She repeated her words over and over again until your body began to escape the intense pleasure by crawling forward in an attempt to get away from Arlecchino's relentless assault.
She reacted quickly, grabbing fistfuls of your hair to pull you back closer to her. With one powerful thrust, she drove herself completely inside of you, filling every corner of your being with unbearable bliss.
She fucked you hard from behind, her grip on your hair tightened as she kept pulling you closer to her with each powerful thrust. You tried to speak, but all that emerged were whimpers of pleasure and a hint of pain.
As she relentlessly targeted a spot deep within you, your body tensed uncontrollably while waves upon waves of intense sensation coursed through every fiber of your being until you squirted all over the mattress beneath—and yet still, Arlecchino pushed forward without hesitation or mercy. Your legs shook unsteadily as cum oozed out of you in thick, steady streams.
Everything went black for a moment, and you felt like you were being pulled back into reality by the tug of your hair. You couldn't help but surrender to the sensation as she continued pounding into you with such force that it felt like your body was losing its strength.
Pools of cum formed all over the sheets, and you couldn't even remember how many times you had squirted or how many times Arlecchino had filled you up. Both of you were breathing heavily when she finally released her grip on your hair and body, causing you to collapse forward onto the bed in a state of utter exhaustion. Arlecchino groaned loudly before leaning down to embrace your spent form tightly.
And then suddenly, a long and loud cry escaped your lips as Arlecchino pushed against you with unyielding force—her weight crushing you into the mattress beneath. This time though, she wasn't pulling back; instead, she only kept pushing deeper inside of you. The head of her cock pressed against your cervix, feeling like an attempt to crush the womb that was already bursting at its seams with her cum.
You gasped for breath as pleasure and pain blurred together into one overwhelming sensation. Arlecchino held onto you tightly, her grip biting into your skin as she fought to keep from losing control entirely.
You kept sobbing loudly as she kept you there for what felt like an eternity, buried deep inside of you. Arlecchino's soft grunts and groans filled your ears, a low growl that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her being. Her arms wrapped around you in a possessive embrace, determined to keep you plugged up tightly, desperate not to lose even a single drop of the precious cum filling your womb.
Until finally, relief came in the form of her slowly pulling out of you. Your body protested at the loss of contact with such force that it took everything you had not to cry out. A hot stream of her cum followed where she had been, painting the insides of your thighs white before trickling down the sheets. You collapsed back onto the bed, too exhausted even to move.
Just before you completely lost consciousness, you felt Arlecchino lifting you up gently and placing you on top of her. She tenderly stroked your hair, attempting to ease your pain, all the while expressing apologies and gratitude simultaneously.
From the sound of her voice, it seemed like she had calmed down from her rut for now. You sighed deeply, snuggling closer to her chest, seeking more comfort, which she readily provided. Showering your head and face with kisses, which elicited a weak smile from you. The last thing you heard was her whispering lovingly.
"You did well, my love..."
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meowlod · 6 months
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Them seeing you in a lingerie after they come home.
characters: Neuvillette, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Furina, Wriothesley x fem!reader (bonus focalors)
(nsfw) warnings: teasing, dragon in heat, handcuffing, fingering, spanking, fucking against window, etc.
Neuvillette
Poor guy gets flustered and hard fast! You really like to tease him, don‘t you? You, laying in the bed with a lingerie on, looking at your husband with a innocent smile as he looks back at you. Stepping closer, he unzips his pants, throbbing cock hitting his stomach.
“f-fuck— baby..i need you inside me..please...“
He crawls between your legs, pulling down your underwear while pumping his hard cock with his free hand. Your husband was never this clingy before (unless mating), now hes right between your legs, at your mercy. Neuvillette grips both of your thighs to spread them more apart with his strong hands, guiding his cock right infront of your wet cunt. You wrap his arms around his neck, smiling. Your man could be in heat right now, and you have to take care of him.
”My hydro dragon is so submissive.“
Clorinde
You weren‘t expecting the champion duelist to come home so early, seeing you in your bed in such clothes. Clorinde takes a step closer to you and looks you up and down, taking a look at your outfit.
“M—my love, what are you..“
You grin at the sight of Clorinde with a flustered face. She always looked so emotionless, but not today. You‘ve been waiting for this moment, but the duelist just wanted to take a break. She crawls onto the bed and hugs your warm body, burying her face into the crook of your neck. ”Clorinde, how was work?“ Are you seriously asking such innocent questions while in underwear only? Clorinde slides her hands lower until meeting your ass cheeks, giving them a slight squeeze. You let out a small gasp, smile turning into a smirk. You know that Clorinde can‘t resist you.
Arlecchino
It is a dangerous idea to show yourself to a strong harbinger like that, but you won‘t mind if she gives you a punishment. Waiting for her to come home, you‘ve been laying in your bed with a bored expression until the door opens, revealing the Knave. Her eyes narrow at the little of clothing you have on, black hand gripping the door handle firmly.
”Just what are you wearing?“
You smile nervously and crawl further into the bed, the scary looking woman stepping closer to you and quickly pulling you up by your leg. ”A-ah— A-arle! Its just so hot in here, you know?“
Excuses never work with Arlecchino. She pushes you back onto the bed on your stomach, slicing the lingerie panties in half with her sharp nails before delivering a harsh smack on your ass. You let out a yelp, trying to crawl away, but the Knave climbs on top of you and buries your head onto the pillow to keep you quiet. ”Do you know how much you‘re acting like a slut right now?“
She slowly slides her hand right to your entrance, before slipping three slender fingers in. The sudden move made you groan loudly. ”I-im sorry, Knave!“
”Be quiet and take this like a good girl, la mia troia.“
Furina
You did not tease her much as she needed had to have some time for herself after all the stuff that had happened in Fontaine lately. But living in a house now, she‘s happy that she did not have to continue acting as a god. Now that you know her true self, you decided to tease her today to see her reaction.
You‘re laying in her bed in your lingerie, two glasses of wine on the desk next to the bed. Furina comes home with bags of grocery and puts them on the kitchen table before walking to her bedroom with a tired face. Her eyes widen to see you half naked.
”w-wha- uh- what..wh— hey..um..“ hundreds of stutters come out of her mouth as she stares at you with a red face. ”p-please— um- put on some clothes..i..ah..wait don‘t..“
Furinas lips turn into a slight smile as she takes off her jacket and jumps onto the bed on top of you, cupping your cheeks, giving you a hungry kiss that caught you off guard. You kiss her back, soft arms wrapped around her neck, fingers tangled in her short hair from behind as she unbuttons your bra, slowly sliding it down before throwing it onto the ground. “Mon bébé, you wouldn‘t mind, right? I need you so badly. Right now.“
You nod with a pant as you crash your soft lips firmly against hers once again, her hand finding your panties, seductively taking them off, skillful fingers rubbing against your cunt.
“i need you..“
Wriothesley
That man has been pretty busy in the Fortress lately, barely coming home. You message him on your phone several times, and he only reads them. Eventually, he came home with a hum and opens the door, smirking at the sight of you in a lingerie, checking you out.
”Wow..someones extra playful today.“
You chuckle at his words and stand up, seductively touching his chest. ”Of course, love. I‘ve been waiting for you.“ He scoffs playfully and gives you a quick kiss before taking out his fancy handcuffs, putting your hands behind your back, handcuffing them.
”A woman like this has to be put in their place, yes?“
A blush appears on your face as he picks you up with one arm, bringing you to the kitchen before bending you over the kitchen table. ”This,“ He slowly slides down your underwear, ”has to be gone.“ your panties are quickly taken off as he works on unbuttoning your bra. ”And this too.“
A gasp escapes your mouth as you feel one of his hands grabbing your bare tit, his other hand working on unzipping his pants, revealing a bulge inside his boxers. ”Be a good prisoner, will you? I know you will. Great, now lets begin the punishment.“
Bonus - Focalors
That woman had always been a teasing one to you, and you wanted to tease her back. She came home with a yawn as she opens the bedroom door, revealing you in HER lingerie. The archon lets out a little shocked gasp before licking her lips seductively with a smirk, walking towards you.
”Oh..tch..so cute, so sexy. So vulnerable wearning my beautiful lingerie.“
She pulls you by your arm and picks you up easily before pinning you against the glass window, breasts pressed against it, seeing views of Fontaine.
”Is this girl so desperate for a punishment?“ she licks your earlobe.
Focalors whispers seductively into your ear, using her hydro powers to create a water cock between her legs. You look behind you, only to get your head pressed back against the window. People could see you like this! Legs spread open and breasts pressed against the window. She quickly takes the lingerie off of you, laughing softly at the beautiful view of you fully naked. She holds both of your hips before pushing in, feeling the cock slowly stretching you open. ”F-focalors— f-fuck- ah!“
”My pretty girl is gonna be so messy after this. So pretty. I can fuck you against this window and people would see your precious little face.“ Before you could talk back, she takes one hand away from your hip and stuffs two slender fingers inside your mouth.
”Shhh, we don‘t want others to see you, right? Good.“
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dolliehina · 2 months
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I fully believe Spoiled God!reader is just a horny little shit.
As much as teyvat praises you and all that bullshit they just can't fuck you unless they have a brat taming kink or are just so horny they'll fuck anything. Like— you're such a fucking cunt of a God you can't even get dick or pussy without whining, crying, and babbling about how good it feels and how "It's too much" like stfu and ride their cock/strap goddamnit.
Though if somebody else had to fuck you it'd probably be for a feeling of power? They'd get off to the idea of their spoiled little God/creator gagging on their strap/cock as they fingerblast your slutty hole. They get to see you beg for them— like I said, it's a power thing for them. Though... you do look awfully cute all fucked out and covered in their cum.
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sea-lanterns · 5 months
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RIDE ME!
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synopsis: (cowgirl! au) what's better than riding a horse? a cowgirl.
featuring: navia, dehya, shinobu, clorinde, beidou, arlecchino
rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)
warnings: sub! afab fem reader, strap ons, riding, reader on top for the most part, teasing, strap ons refered to as c.o.ck and other synonyms, pet names, possessiveness, jealousy, potential poor translation of french from google translate (navia), slight cunnilingus (shinobu), size kink (beidou), handcuffs (clorinde), degradation (clorinde, arlecchino), usage of whore/slut (clorinde, arlecchino), captor x prisoner dynamic (arlecchino), belly bulge (beidou), may be ooc.
art credits: black lagoon
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NAVIA
“Oh my, your cute little legs are shaking so much, ma cherie!*”
Navia giggles to herself when you find yourself panting and struggling to take all of Navia’s length inside of you. The thick toy causing your throat to tighten and whine, because Navia just had to pick something so damn big and long to shove up your pussy.
“N-Navia…” you grit through your teeth, some of the air knocking out of your lungs when the woman suddenly bucked her hips forward. “Yessss?” She replies nonchalantly, a smug look on her face when she sees the way you were struggling to properly ride her. “Did’ya…have to choose the biggest toy you could find?” You groan while glaring down at her sarcastically. 
“Oh honey, stop complaining…” Navia giggles, grabbing your hips and ripping a moan out of you when she begins bouncing you on her own. “You’re a big girl, so you can take a big dick on your own, hm?” 
With each riveting thrust, Navia had you bouncing on her hips like you were some excited little bunny, a look of pure satisfaction on the cowgirl’s face when she got an up close view of your pussy swallowing her cock each time you moved up and down. The sight was utterly breathtaking for the legendary cowgirl of your town, and you saw that she was in fact drooling a little bit from the way your cum was dripping down her shaft. 
“Oh, baise-moi, tu es si belle*.” Navia mumbled under her breath, eyes glazing over in a mesmerized way. “I can’t believe you’re mine…”
She chuckles at the way your body twitches from the constant hammering of her hips, so she decides to cut the tension a bit by grabbing her cowgirl hat lying on top of the night stand and placing it over your eyes. 
“There, now you look like a proper cowgirl.” Navia giggles, clutching your hips and smiling at the way her oversized hat tilts forward to cover your eyes. “Now ride me properly, you silly cowgirl. No horse is too big for you to tame…”
She lets out another cheery smile and continues to brutally thrust her hips at that. 
English translations taken from Google Translate: *my love, *fuck me, you’re so beautiful
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DEHYA
“(Chuckle), is the princess unable to tame this bull on her own?” 
Dehya smirks cockily at the way you trembled like a leaf on top of her, the look of pure determination on your face as you attempted to get all seven inches of her strap deep inside you. You would’ve gotten all of it fitting snugly by now, but Dehya had been teasing you for the entirety of your session, smirking and gently patting your hips in a condescending manner, that really had you distracted to the point you struggled greatly with even fitting the first few inches.
“Oh, princess…” Dehya chuckles, eying the way your pussy was just drooling over her shaft like it was trying to lube itself as much as it could. Probably because it needed that much lube in the first place, and the sheer amount of precum you were excreting was enough to make your ears go hot in shame. “I’ve never seen you produce so much slick without orgasming, darlin’”
“Shut up…!” you whimpered, giving Dehya a snarky glare. “I’m not used to riding you on top!”
“It’s really not that hard, babe,” Dehya sighs, rolling her eyes playfully. “Trust me, riding a woman is a lot easier than riding a bull, and I know from both experiences.” She clicks her tongue and winks at you. “So why don’t you give it another shot, come on, I know you can do it.”
She gives you an encouraging pat on the ass and leans back, making sure to stretch her stomach a little bit so her abs could shine under the sunset’s rays. The sight of Dehya looking so relaxed and confident in you gave you the little boost you needed to ease up and slowly slide down to the hilt. 
With a strangled gasp, you let out a pretty little whine that made Dehya practically groan with pleasure. “Such a pretty noise you made there, princess,” Dehya husks, trailing one of her thumbs to push at your clit. “Can you make more? You’re usually singing like a canary by now…”
She chuckles and helps you ease down the rest of her cock, noting the tiny twitch in your legs as you struggle to ground yourself to reality. “Ah, poor thing’s all tuckered out just from sitting down,” Dehya grins, sitting up slightly to whisper in your ear. “Would you like this bull to help ride for you?”
When you were unable to respond, feeling too unbearably full from her cock, Dehya smirks and shifts her hands to rest on your hips. “I guess that’s a yes from the pretty little lady.”
Holding you close to her muscled body, she begins to thrust upwards at a brutal place, tip hitting so deep inside you it had you bouncing till you weren’t even moving on your own…
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SHINOBU
“Having difficulty, sweet thing?” Shinobu whispers in that raspy voice of hers, eyes glinting forwards at you like a cat, as she watches the way you involuntarily jerked at her thrusts from her strap on pounding inside you. Shinobu was by no means a gentle woman of any kind, yet when it came to you, the sweet darling bachlorette of small town Inazuma, the outlaw was considerably generous to you, given by the fact that she could wreck your delicate pussy at any time she wanted. 
With that in mind however, Shinobu was being awfully patient with how long it took for you to adjust to her strap. The toy was not even breaking five inches, yet when you tried to stuff it inside you from the top —eager to ride Shinobu like a first time rodeo gal— you almost cried from the sheer stretch you felt of her shaft spearing you open. 
“Oh, baby…” Shinobu hummed to herself out of pity, reaching a hand forward to ease your walls a little more by playing with your clit. “You gotta loosen up, babe. I’m about to slip right out again if you’re this tight right now…”
“S-Sorry…” you grimaced, trying desperately to get your body to relax. “I don’t know why it won’t go in…”
“You’re too tense, babe.” Shinobu chuckles, pulling her bandanna down to slip her long tongue out to lick at her teeth. “Do you want me to help you? I certainly can, all you need to do is ask…”
With the way she was licking her teeth seductively and showing off her impressively long tongue, you felt your cunt drip a bit more as just the sight of it had you drooling out of arousal. “Yes please,” you mumble softly, letting Shinobu lift you off her cock and place you back down on the bed. She eased herself lower so that she was now eye level with your cunt, and began licking slow, languid strokes with her tongue until she was able to see your folds loosen up a bit.
“Atta girl…” Shinobu mumbles breathlessly, gripping your thighs to keep you from squirming and pressing deep nail indents into your skin. “Tastier than any ambrosia they serve at that damned bar…”
She groans and pulls you down to kiss at your stomach, playfully nipping the skin right above your belly button before staring up at you hungrily. 
“Do you still wanna ride me, doll?” She asks in a husky tone. 
You shake your head no. 
“Tch, spoiled girl…” she grins and raises your legs up on her shoulders so that she can angle her strap to fuck you. “You should be grateful I’m so lenient on a sweet thing like you…”
And with that, she has you clawing at the sheets as the outlaw prods her tip through your folds…
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CLORINDE
“What a naughty girl, unable to keep your hands to yourself…” 
Sheriff Clorinde smirks to herself as the jingle of your handcuffs move with every bounce you take on Clorinde’s strap. The sheriff having chosen a curved, purple dildo as a strap for you to ride on, as this was your punishment for provoking the sheriff while on duty for patrol.
How did you provoke her you may ask? Well, let’s just say parading around in a short skirt, casting flirtatious winks at the gunslinger and whispering how much you wanted her to destroy you was a one way ticket to pound town with Clorinde and your hands bound together with metal cuffs. 
“But Sheriff, I was only vying for your attention…” you pouted, whining when you felt her hands grip your ass and keep you seated downward on the smooth, warm, toy. 
“Vying for my attention, you say?” Clorinde raises a brow, tugging on the chain between your cuffs so that you’d suddenly lurch backwards with a yelp. “Nearly the entire town saw the way you were crooning for me. Don’t you have any shame?” 
She gave a particularly hard thrust at the word shame, grinning to herself when she saw the way you began leaking all over the toy and crying. “What’s wrong you needy girl, have you sprung a leak?” She teases, trailing a finger down to scoop up some of your essence. “Weren’t you whining for my attention earlier? Come on, where’s that excited spark I saw earlier…”
She continues to roll her hips —albeit at a slower pace— before tilting her head up at you and sighing. “You know better than to make me jealous, sweet thing.” She sits up to whisper in your ear and holds your waist a little tighter. “Navia, Furina, and practically all the cowgirls in town had seen you parading yourself in such ludicrous ways. Only I have the pleasure of seeing you, alright?” 
She grunts and begins to roll her hips a bit faster, practically grinding into you to the point all you could feel down there was Clorinde’s strap rearranging your insides. 
“Clorinde…” you gasped when she suddenly pulled you forward to place a delicate little kiss on your mouth, completely contrasting the way she was currently pummeling you with her cock till all you could see were stars.
“That’s sheriff to you, slut.”
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BEIDOU
“Well damn, I didn’t know a gal as sweet as you could take a cock this well…”
Beidou laughed as she rested back on the bed frame and placed her arms behind her head. She looked as relaxed as can be while she watched the prettiest girl in town —that’d be you— lazily bounce on her strap with determination. Usually the rugged cowgirl would be on top of you, molding your body to fit hers as she pounded her cock to the oblivion, but this time you wanted to try something different. Something you always wanted to do ever since watching Beidou wrangle some of those wild horses.
“I admit, when you first asked to ride me, I didn’t think you were serious,” Beidou sneers, “But after seeing how determined you are, it seems like you’d make quite the good cowgirl if you keep this up.”
She smiles and tilts your chin up to look at her, an endearing grin on the cowgirl’s face as she continues letting you “take the reins” so to speak. 
“Like I’d ever want to ride a horse though,” you chuckle jokingly, barely hiding a moan as it slips past your lips. “I’d rather just tame a woman…”
“You already did, darlin’” Beidou smirks, pushing you down a little further till there was a slight bulge in your stomach from her cock. “You could tame any woman out here if you could, ya little rascal…”
Your body involuntarily shuddered when you felt her tip push so deep inside you, the ridged edges of her strap feeling so good against your walls, as they milked her for everything that she was worth. “Gentle now…” you groaned, feeling stuffed to the brim from the way she was handling you. “Is this how you treat all the ladies you bed with?”
“No, just this lady.” Beidou chuckles. “Am I too rough?” 
“Not…exactly.” You whimpered, steadying yourself as Beidou bucks her hips a bit harder. “I just need to get used to it, that’s all…”
Beidou smiled softly at this, before murmuring a curse under her breath and pushing her bangs back in amusement. “Oh fuck me little lady…you’re absolutely precious…”
She can’t stop herself from grinning before grabbing your hips and helping you bounce up and down her shaft. At the extra pressure and boost in speed, you nearly creamed yourself and cried while Beidou kept you upright in her arms. 
“Well if you’re so lenient on me being a bit rougher, then perhaps I shouldn’t be so gentle on you anymore, little lady…”
And she kept her word, having you eyes roll back in bliss as she leans forward to suck a nipple into her mouth.
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ARLECCHINO
“Tch…I see why that small town of yours was so angry at me for taking you…” Arlecchino husks, the smoke from her cigar fogging up your senses while you sit upright on her lap with her cock buried inside you. “You’re quite the sight for sore eyes, aren’t you?”
She slips the cigar out of her mouth and puts it out on the ashtray beside her, blowing some smoke into your face and watching as you grimace and cough with a frown. “Sensitive too,” she remarks, smirking and caressing your face with the sharp nails you were oh so terrified of. 
“A-Anyone would grimace if they had smoke blow back in their face…” you grunt, glaring down at your captor while you rode her strap with need. “It’s rude to do that anyhow, y’know.”
“I think you’re forgetting I’ve done much ruder things,” the bandit leader chuckles with amusement. “For example, kidnapped you and kept you for ransom. Isn’t that much worse than blowing smoke in your face, doll?” 
Your face scowled down at her and she only grinned at the way you were pouting. “Oh, don’t make that face sweet thing. It’s not like I have you tied up and chained to a post in the desert. You willingly came in here to fuck me, so don’t act so innocent now…”
She flashes you a sneering look before moving her hips a bit rougher so that you could really feel how hard and perfect her cock felt inside you. The way your lips part and glisten with barely contained drool had Arlecchino stroking her ego faster than you could come undone. The sight of your town’s prized jewel now drooling and riding her cock with pathetic need was sending the bandit leader into another state of superiority.
“Oh how I wish that sheriff of yours could see you now,” Arlecchino chuckles, “Clorinde was it? My, she was seething at the way I had you gripped in my arms. She looked like she would shoot me dead right on the spot if I hadn’t been carrying you.”
She was on a power trip, a glistening of madness in those red, X-shaped pupils of hers, as she began bouncing you harder against her strap. 
“You like that though, I know. A whore like you just loves being the center of attention amongst all those rugged cowgirls…”
She scoffs and sits up to bite a hickey onto your neck, enjoying the way you squirmed and clung onto her shoulders immediately once you felt her teeth on your skin. 
“Tell you what, once that sheriff of yours comes up with the sum of money I want, you send her back a little message for me, m’kay?” She growls and practically grips your ass into her clawed hands. “I want you to show her every little bite, hickey, and scratch I leave on your body, so she knows you had fun with me in my tent. Got it?”
You nodded enthusiastically before whining at the way she was now speeding her thrusts. 
“Good whore.”
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hunnieknight · 5 months
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NSFW rambles :
Bottom reader, first POV, horny author, top Fontaine Women
Arlecchino who would close my jaw shut because i'm a whiny blabbering bottom and she "can't handle" the crying noises from me (probably turning her on more). Maybe she is into rough sex judging her putting in ball gag or stuffing my face to the pillow. It's her fault anyway for making me feel so good.
Navia on the other hand probably would praises and grounding me like "i know..i know.." and shit because she is a softie in bed and she adores stupid blabbers and whimpers in bed. I think she will feel proud because that means she is good in bed.
Furina will whine louder and blabber more than me. Think it is probably competitive, if you whine louder, that means you feel good, if you feel good that means you fuck good. The toothpaste scallywag (/pos) will blabber "is it good? It feels good right?" while i go "hnng?♡?anh??♡" All dumbed down and fucked out.
Clorinde goes all worried and probably stop when i just gone, mentally not there and just a blabbering mess♡. She knows the sex is good but is it that good? She will ground me back "You good? Should i stop?" I may not say any safeword but she just wants to make sure i am still there to experience everything.
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kana-de · 10 days
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★ summary: arlecchino nsfw hcs since her banner is almost out.
☆ cw: nsfw. wlw (fem terms like cunt and pussy used). choking. dirty talk. cunnilingus. strap-on. a bit of belly bulge. arle's hands appreciation.
☾ a/n: this is a repost of the same work bc the first one didn't get any attention at all. also, this is like, the most smut i could write for now so yeah.
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— arlecchino loves loves loves holding eye contact with you during sex, especially if it's missionary. her stare is intense, like she'll stab your heart right here and now, but she knows you're only getting more turned on by it. even if it's doggy, she'd bend your back and press it to her chest and she would make you look into her eyes while fucking her strap up into you. her other hand would also slide to your lower belly to feel the bulge of the strap in it.
“don't take your eyes off me. look away once and you aren't cumming tonight.”
— arlecchino knows damn well you get off from just looking at her hands. and she also knows that you love having her hands wrapped around that pretty little neck of yours, so she uses this knowledge every single time. every time she begins with foreplay, her hand sneaks its way to your neck, squeezing it experimentally until she feels your knees weaken or hears a choked whimper leaving your mouth. arlecchino just knows that simply using her hands would be enough to make you cum over three times already.
“you have a very nice neck there, you know. i'm sure that if i'd squeeze a little bit harder, it'd make you squeal nice and loud.”
— is a master at dirty talk, prove me wrong. arle uses her hands and mouth just perfectly. always the low voice, whispering some very hot and dirty things right in your ear. when she's in the mood, she may even use some pet names to flatter you. but usually, she doesn't use anything other than 'dear', 'darling' and 'princess' — the last one is used especially a lot when she wants to pamper you like the princess you are.
“let me guess... you were having so many wet dreams about this, were you not? daydreaming about this for days on end. i bet that now this cunt is soaked already.”
and then:
“what's wrong, dear? cat got your tongue, hm?”
— when arlecchino comes back from work either overworked or mad, she knows she doesn't even have to explain herself to you as she buries her face into your cunt the moment she sees you. i wouldn't call it "taking her stress out on you" though, i think she does it more to calm herself. she eats you out like she's been starving for days even if she did it just yesterday. holding your hips down so you will stop squirming so much after she just gave you your third orgasm. you're becoming too sensitive, but arle doesn't look like she gives a damn, because she knows that if she was hurting you, you'd already say the safe word that you two have.
“shut up and take it. you know i can't help myself."
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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Arlecchino Uses You for Stress Release
Pairing: Arlecchino x Fem!Reader
Tags: nfsw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, sex to destress, no feelings only sex, hair-pulling (for Reader), biting, neck kissing, cunnilingus, nipple play, overstimulation, dom!Arlecchino
A/N: Every thought I have about her is so unholy.
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Everyone knew what you did together behind closed doors
No one cared enough to stop or interrupt you, or rather they didn't dare to
Arlecchino would summon you whenever she felt like it
Her face was perfectly stoic as she commanded you to get on your knees
Your mouth watered even before you did so, and it wasn't the only part of you that was wet
She knew this, she loved this about you and only this
How you're ready for her, how you obey her every whim with no complaining
Knowing you this was part of your day that you looked forward to the most
Regardless of how horny you may be it's your job to make her feel good first
It's your favorite part of this job
To see if you can be the one to make Arlecchino to be vocal
Her sharp, claw-like nails rake down your back as your tongue fucks her
Wants you fully naked for her so she can see every mark she left on you
In order to see them at all times, when while she's eating you out she has you lay across her desk, belly down and legs spread for her pleasure
You're the one who needs to be loud
Not try and muffle you moans with your hands
If you do you'll feel the stinging pull on your hair, her nails digging into your scalp slightly and her warm, angry lips next to your ear, telling you to be good for her
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megistusdiary · 3 days
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hey aris…… do you think Arle would enjoy sucking titties.. 🤔
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100% yeah. she's a big fan of women
the way i just got this and am answering it now is crazy. (also i'm working on a good post idea i think, but no arle in it as of now </3)
(nsfw utc)
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also, just my own thoughts, but she doesn't care about the size. or maybe i'm just flat and delusional.
she loves laving her tongue over your nipples, watching them perk up under her attention. she'll graze her teeth over them just to see you jump.
she likes how sensitive you are when she teases your breasts, running her thumbs across them before her mouth descends upon them.
the way your breasts feel against her tongue has her intoxicated. she loves taking as much as she can into her mouth, one hand on your back, the other occupied with your pussy.
she's very much into marking you up, too. she loves leaving them all over your breasts, places you two can see, but nobody else can.
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knavesflames · 2 days
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I have this HC that Arlecchino cannot fucking cook, that she’s never bothered to learn, or just simply is not gifted in the kitchen😭 so have some Arlecchino that made me giggle. It’s very short and messy but I had to get it out of my drafts😭😭 ALSO THIS PICTURE MAKES ME SCREAM
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Arlecchino trying to cook for you for your anniversary but failing miserably (arlie I love you but what the fuck is that signature dish). She’s so smart but so dumb sometimes, “it said a teaspoon of salt but they were in the dishwasher so I used a bowl instead”, or “it was pink so I kept cooking it and now it’s black????” While you try to keep your giggle in as you explain that it’s supposed to be pink. And how patient she is usually with other people, especially her children, but she uses her pyro when the potatoes aren’t finished when they’re ‘supposed’ to be, rendering them inedible. And of course, she doesn’t understand a thing, but she’s too proud to ask. So when you do finally get a dinner that tastes good, you can’t help but notice the two small cat shaped carrots, and a penguin shaped piece of chicken, a tiny indicator that it was in fact, not Arlecchino who made the dinner, but instead commanded the twins and Freminet to make it instead.
“You must make a dinner for two. Chicken, potatoes, the fancy kind, and those roasted carrots she loves. And for the love of the Tsaritsa, do not add seasonings. Salt and pepper is fine.”
“Why, Father?”
“Hush, Freminet. Father cannot cook.” Lyney gives Freminet a small kick.
“I did not tell you to question me. I can cook, I simply do not have the time.”
But everyone with a brain knows she can’t, that she’s a woman of many talents, but being in the kitchen is not one of them. Walking away only to have her cheeks flush as she hears the children snickering lovingly. Nobody says a word when she shows up to Fontaine’s cooking lessons the next month for fear of receiving her wrath, and when she finally presents you with a clumsy mess of a meal, and it actually tastes decent, you feel your heart swell.
“You’ve improved, Arlie.”
“Mm.” She grumbles, turning away to hide the small smile that grows on her face.
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torntoblivion · 7 months
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God, just imagine furina fucking your brains out with a strap like crazy, pulling your hair, giving you love marks infront of arlecchino! whos getting jealous, seeing furina smirking at her.
and once furina is gone to attend a trial, who knows what will happen between you and arlecchino? you probably wont be able to walk for days. <3
jealous!arlecchino and furina
cws: nsfw (mdni!), gn!reader, marking, strap on use, hair pulling, fingering, biting
furina loves to take her jealousy and annoyance out of you. she has you bent over the railing in front of her seat, plowing into your hole with her strap with a hand tangled into your hair and her mouth on your neck.
she's making sure to keep eye contact with arlecchino who's sitting down on one of the seats at the top, she also tilts your head to the side to ensure that the knave is seeing the marks she's leaving on your skin. this is your punishment for being a little too friendly with arlecchino so you take what furina is giving you.
later when furina is busy attending an important trial, arlecchino drags you into furina's bedroom and ruins your sore hole with her fingers. unlike that obnoxious goddess, she can make you cum with her only fingers. her cold fingers never stop thrusting even after you came several times.
instead of hickeys, arlecchino leaves bite marks all over your body. to spite furina even more, she bites down on the purple marks on your skin, knowing that she will be so irritated the next time she has her way with you.
if your legs were shaky today, tomorrow you won't be feeling them at all <3
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urmomspersonalwhore · 6 months
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imagine calling Arlecchino daddy instead of fatheri badly want her fingers inside me
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You were cleaning the Knave’s office, dusting the shelves.
They were so ridiculously tall, partially to match the Fourth Harbinger. You didn’t complain much about it, even though it was a nuisance because well…you liked the way things had to change in order to accommodate her height. It was sort of attractive. She wasn’t “giant” tall but compared to you, yea. You were about to clean the bookcase until the door knob turned and opened to reveal the handsome woman.
Her eyes narrowed at your presence and walked inside her room, sitting down on a luxurious chair.
She parted her lips, sitting in silence before finally saying something whilst staring at the piles of documents.
“I require you to retrieve a letter from Columbina, Mrs. Moreau has it.”
You turned to face her, maintaining eye contact as she spoke. It was quiet, seeming to be in your little headspace. You couldn’t lie about how attractive your boss was, she was so irresistible. The thought of her on top of you pounding into your wet hole having to scream her rightful name, “Daddy”. You shook your head, bringing yourself back into reality, and nodded,
“Right away, daddy.”
You were meant to say father, but the little Drabble in your mind thought differently. Red took place on your face, the embarrassment running through your veins as the knave’s eyes widened in surprise and shock at the name.
She perked an eyebrow at the name
“Oh?”
Arlecchino stood from her chair, a small smirk so faint you would have to squint in order to notice it.
This is it, you thought.
This is the end of your life.
You stepped back, but she kept walking forward which ended in you being pressed against the bookshelves with her body on top of yours.
A gasp left your throat as you looked up at your boss, she raised a hand to hold your waist before speaking with a raspy tone,
“Such a naughty thing, in need of a punishment.”
You whined, a blush crawling from your throat to your cheek. She smirked, leaning in to tease your skin with her cold breaty before licking a spot on your neck until she bit it which caused you to yelp.
She licked the spot again to soothe pain while teasingly rubbing your thighs with her slim fingers.
A hand slipped under your waistband of your underwear, feeling your wetness making her smile.
“Wet already?”
She teased, adoring your flushed expressions.
You whimper as she slowly rubbed your clit, the stimulation barely there.
The Knave chuckled at your neediness and pulled you off the bookshelf, guiding you to her desk. She tugged your uniform, pulling the dress off.
Her hands went to hold your thighs, pulling them apart.
She maintained eye contact with you, slowly sitting down on the floor to meet your clothed pussy. Arlecchino practically ripped it off of you, staring at your now dripping cunt making her smirk.
“Barely even touched you, and you’re already soaking wet.” She growled, making you ache for her more.
Her fingers toyed with your clit, her breathe being felt from how close she was.
After a bit of her teasing, she finally licked a stride up your slit, giving kitty licks. You whined, wanting more after all this barely gave you anything.
She laughed, the vibrations stimulating you further, forcing a moan from your mouth.
The Knave finally sucked on your sensitive bud, her hand moving near her mouth. Then, slim fingers entered your tight walls. She started off on a rough pace, not slowing down a single bit as she continued to eat you out.
Her tongue swirling around and sucking on your clit, fingers pounding into you.
It was so much, your legs wrapping around her head while your spine arched. She could tell you were close and became faster in movements.
Once you came, she instantly went to clean you up. Not wasting a single drop, humming at your taste.
After licking your cum, she got up. Staring at you a bit before kissing you, making you taste yourself.
She pulled away, your bottom lip in between her teeth.
“Maybe I’ll move you to be my personal maid, hm?”
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meowlod · 4 months
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arlecchino x fem!reader | mother and father.
(nsfw+trans!arle)
warnings: mentions of having babies, mentions of pregnancy, etc.
Taking care of the children in the Orphanage taken care by ”Father“, you always have been called Mother by the children. They always thought that you‘re the mother, and it makes you feel a little embarrassed. What the Knave say when she comes back from her trip to Snezhnaya and finds out?
“Mama, mama!“ several children call for you. “Where is Father? Mama should never be alone!“ You let out a small sigh, your cheeks burning red. “I..Father is out, okay, my children? She will come back soon.“ You gently tell them, nervously smiling as they continue to call you mama.
You are in the kitchen cleaning the dirty dishes from the children that had eaten earlier, putting the forks and spoons to the correct place. You suddenly heard the door open from the Orphanage, and a familiar face came up running to you.
Furina. What was she doing here? She never came here. It should be something important if she came running to you with a panicked expression. “Hey, hey friend! Ah..this might be so weird to hear from somebody who was once the mighty hydro archon, but..can you please have a talk with the Knave and tell her to stop scaring me?! She always looked so scary and dangerous every time we stared at each other, blehh…“
You sigh and give her a nod. She nods back with a smile and runs out of the orphanage with a small wave before walking out. What was that? She wants you to talk to Arlecchino now? You better hope that she won‘t kill you once you ask her to leave the blue woman alone.
Later, you‘re in the main room playing games with the children after you‘ve done all the dishes. You‘re currently sitting next to a couple children, until you heard a sudden opening noise. The door opens and the children happily shout out to you “Mama, look! Father is back!“
You quickly try to shush the child, but the other children continue to call you mother, right infront of the Knave herself.
”Hmm?“ She stares at you with curiousness, then at the children. Mother? She thought. Having children is something she wouldn‘t mind, especially with you, If she only could. If they call you mother, you must be special to them.
”Father, mama has been waiting for you!“
You get flustered and stand up to greed Arlecchino. ”A—ah..Knave, i‘m glad you‘re back..i‘m sorry, these children won‘t stop calling me mama, or mother..“ Scratching your head, you look away with a shy smile, two children hugging your legs while they stare at Arlecchino.“
“It‘s alright. I suppose you took care of them and they did nothing wrong?“ She asks with her stern, gentle voice, looking into your eyes with her red X pupils. God, they get you scared, but they‘re so pretty.
You chuckle nervously. ”Y—yeah, Knave. The children have been behaving very well. No fighting, no stealing, nothing. They have been extra good today..“
“Ah, that is great.“ From the answer she had gotten, her lips form into a slight smile, and walks past you to her office, patting your shoulder one last time. ”I want you in my room, 1 AM. Don‘t be late.“
Huh? Your eyes widen, cheeks forming a red blush as you stand there flustered. You nod before going into your own room that Arlecchino had given you to rest in. You take off your working skirt and your other clothes to change into your night glown.
Its a few hours until you have to meet the Knave in her room, so you can do anything else before the ”meeting”. You lay down on the bed, turning on your phone and messaging one of your friends who you gossip with everyday.
A few hours later, you forgot about meeting the Knave as you do stuff with your phone. But a message notification pops up on your phone. It‘s Arlecchino.
You click on the notification and it brings you to the chat.
> “You‘re late.“
> ”I‘m sorry! I‘ll come right now.“
You message quickly back before putting your phone on the desk and open the door, walking towards Arlecchino‘s room. You knock, but nobody answers. Every child is asleep and the hallway is dark, where is she? Before you could continue thinking, arms are wrapped around your waist, the person putting you on their shoulder. You were about to scream before the familiar voice calms you down.
”Be quiet, it‘s me.“
It‘s not a kidnapper, thank god. It‘s the Knave who suddenly creeped up behind you and picked you up. But it‘s so dark, how can she see so good? She has good eyes.
“Y—you really scared me..“ you whisper out as you bury your head into her shoulder. ”I forgot to tell you…Furina told me to tell you that you sh—” She doesn‘t like hearing that womans name. Before you can talk, she opens the door of her room and pushes you down onto her bed. You yelp as she does so.
And this is where you ended up at. In her bed, head pushed against the pillow as muffled moans escape from your mouth from Arlecchino‘s cock pounding in and out of you in a quick pace, looking like she wants to make you pregnant, to make babies with you.
“m—mmgh…! mmfh—a—arle..!“
Your muffled words are shushed as she grips your head and pushes it more down to the pillow, her thrusts becoming faster and harder, you feel her hitting your sweet spots.
Her face comes closer to your ear and she whispers, ”You‘re gonna be taking care of my children, my children, aren‘t you, la mia bella ragazzal?“
You moan from her words, and as you expected, after her last powerful thrust, she squirts inside you, hot cum slowly starting to drip out of your hole after she pulled her dick out, it being still hard.
She flips you around and grips your chin before giving you a aggressive kiss, her other hand moving to one of your breasts, squishing it.
The hand slowly moves down to her cock, gripping it then guiding it against your messy hole once again, getting ready to push it in.
“I‘m not done with you yet, i‘m going to make you a great, lovely mother, la mia adorabile ragazza.“
You‘re not going to feel your legs tomorrow, but she‘s going to take care of you.
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decayedgloria · 10 months
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sundress szn
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ft. Capitano, Dottore, Columbina, and Arlecchino
Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.
Tags: First 4 harbingers x afab!reader (minus Pierro and Pulcinella), nsfw under cut, established relationships, Capitano may be ooc bc we have nothing on this man lmao, mdni
Word count: ~2.2K, not proofread
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Capitano
Capitano was ever the hard worker. If he wasn’t in his office at Zapolyarny Palace, then he was off fighting in the name of the Tsaritsa, far away from your home in Snezhnaya. Naturally, you miss him dearly- and clearly he had observed how you seem to linger around him more often when he’s around, or how much more clingy and desperate you’ve become in bed. Arranging for a short trip to Natlan, his home nation, you had hoped to reclaim the time you lost with your husband.
The climate in Natlan was drastically different from Snezhnaya. It was warm all year round, and this time it happened to be particularly hotter than any other season. You had packed clothes accordingly, though it was hard as weather like that never shows itself in the coldest nation in Teyvat. Though there was one piece you purchased that caught your attention, and you knew for sure your husband would absolutely love it on you.
Capitano sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you to get ready. His hands found themselves fiddling with the hem of the loose linen shirt he donned, which appeared to be tight on his massive, defined body, though he did not mind. He was proud of his physique, even more so at the fact you seemed almost obsessed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Chuckling to himself, Capitano finds it hard to resist you, his little wife.
“Dear, are you ready? We have the whole day ahead of us.” Capitano called out. You shuffled around in the bathroom, putting on the final touches of your makeup and making sure everything is in place before you emerge. Immediately, his eyes were on you- more specifically, the garment that you had chosen to wear. It was a sundress, of course. It was sheer, but not so much that it didn’t cover anything. It was perfect for the hot weather, especially its length, or lack thereof. Barely reaching over your ass, in fact.
Somewhat shyly, you give a little twirl in front of your husband. “Do you think this outfit is okay? I wasn’t sure it was my size so…” He had foregone his mask for the day, which gave away to his surprised face, blushing and staring as if he was hungry.
“You look amazing, my dear.” As you turn back to face Capitano, you were suddenly greeted with your husband’s chest. Leaning down, he places his large hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze that illicited a giggle from you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your tantalizing scent and grinning as you pull him closer towards you. 
“Irresistible, in fact. I think this is just the right size for you.” His voice was low, almost muffled as he placed light kisses on your skin. You sigh, running your fingers through his long hair, traveling lower onto his chest and then feeling the familiar shape beginning to form in your husband’s pants. You almost laughed when Capitano groaned at your touch, who unconsciously moved closer to you to relieve himself some.
“I thought we had plans for today?” Your honeyed voice only added to his increasingly needy gestures. He couldn’t help but let his hands roam across your body, touching and squeezing at your curves through the dress. Your small stature, so soft against his, in a dress that accentuated everything he loved about you…
Well, he did say that you both had the whole day, so why not spare a few more hours together?
Dottore
As his lovely lab assistant and partner, Dottore decided to bring you along with him to an expedition in Sumeru to collect some sample for his latest research endeavor. At first, you were hesitant and a bit confused as to why he didn’t just send one of his clones or subordinates to go fetch it instead, but he had insisted that the sample was of “utmost importance” and that only he would be able to verify its integrity, whatever that meant.
So that’s how you found yourself in the sweltering desert heat, sitting in a tent that barely blocked out the sun. Your sweat had drenched your clothing since the early morning, so a change of attire was in order. As you sift through your belongings, you groaned as you realized you’d only been packed clothes that the Fatui deemed “suitable” for Snezhnayan summers- that is, clothes that were still too thick to wear. 
You sigh as your eyes scan the room for another solution, stopping at the shopping bag you had left on your desk. The little free time you had before entering the desert was spent shopping around Port Ormos, in which you had purchased a dress you thought was cute. You weren’t expecting to wear it so soon, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice…
Dottore worked on his paperwork, writing his report in a different tent from your shared one. Engrossed in his research, he barely noticed your presence enter the tent, nor did he notice the dress that barely clung onto your body. He hummed in response to your greeting, hearing you shuffle around and do the tasks you were assigned. 
It just so happens that the moment Dottore looks up happens to be the same moment you bend over to pick up some books on the floor, much to his wide-eyed pleasure. Your behind was deliciously accentuated in the new garment you wore, barely peeking out of the dress. In a flash, Dottore’s focus was taken away from the papers in his hands and instead was aimed at you, his cute little lab assistant.
With not much noise he rose, making his way over to you in silence as you gather all the books in your hands. You hadn’t noticed your lover’s presence until you feel a firm grip on your hips, suddenly knocking you against Dottore’s familiar legs. You let out something in between a gasp and a sigh as you crane your neck to look at him, slightly embarrassed as you felt his growing erection rub your ass.
“Now, you know I’m a busy man, darling.” Dottore’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. “So what’s with the distraction?”
“Look, it’s how outside and this is the only thing I can wear-“ A moan escaped your throat as you felt a sharp smack land on the plush of your behind. He smirked, shushing you as he pressed you closer against him. His hands grew erratic as they clawed at your dress, almost ripping it apart while he touch any and every port of your soft skin.
“A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”
Columbina
You sighed as you walked through the Palace greenhouse, on what seemed like your tenth lap of the day. Columbina had promised to meet you there after meeting with the Tsaritsa, but it had been hours- surely, a meeting wouldn’t take that long would it? 
You gaze dejectedly at the lily flowers by your side, blooming in spite of the coolness outside. The greenhouse felt like summer all year round, allowing for plants like the one you had in your hands to bloom effortlessly every year. It was quite impressive, such a large structure protecting plants from all over Teyvat from Snezhnaya’s cold. 
Given that, it really wouldn’t make sense to wear your normal Fatui uniform here, so you opted for a dress that you hadn’t worn in ages, and clearly it showed: the dress was a little tighter on you than you had remembered, accounting for the muscles you had gained while training, and it certainly was too short to comfortably move in, but the humidity of the room left you little to no choice. 
Your mind was somewhere else when you feel a hand snake around your waist from behind, relaxing when you catch a glimpse of magenta strands from the corner of your eye. Columbina made herself comfortable holding you so, nuzzling into your neck. Her quiet, melodic hums filled the air as you turned to look at your lover, a smile blooming on your face.
“What took you so long, love?” You gently tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She chuckled, pleasant and light, before burying herself into you once more. 
“The meeting is still going,” she purred, her hands now barely grazing your hips and waist. You blush as you realize what she’s doing, glancing around to make sure there weren’t any idle soldiers or officers. “it was too dreadful. Sneaking out to see my lovely wife was much more important than some trivial talk of war tactics.” Oblivious to your growing panic, Columbina pulls you closer as she moves her lips against your own, smiling gently.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate, with gentle pecks now turning into harsh smacks as your tongues worked against each other. With each kiss, your hands clawed at Columbina’s clothes, shredding off layers as her hands tug at your hair. 
Haphazardly, you both managed to find a nearby bench to continue your liaison on more comfortably. As you breathe heavily through your swollen lips, Columbina places herself over you, smiling as she dips down for a kiss one more time.
Arlecchino
Ever since Arlecchino was dispatched to Fontaine by the Tsaritsa, her mind was utterly consumed by you. Not that it normally wasn’t, thoughts of you always permeated her brain one way or another, but at least in Snezhnaya she was able to have you physically there to meet her demands- wether it was an affectionate cuddle or something more intimate, your presence was always just a call away.
However, ever since landing in Fontaine, Arlecchino’s thoughts only consisted of two things: the mission at hand, and you. How she missed the way you would saunter up to her, tease her in a way nobody else would dare, and how your legs would stay quiver and shake around her cheeks every time her tongue explored inside you-
Ah, she was getting carried away again. Arlecchino groaned internally at the paperwork that was placed in front of her, glaring as if it were an enemy. Well, in her mind, anything that kept you away from her was considered an enemy to an extent…
A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Sighing, Arlecchino commanded them to come in, placing her chin on her palm, bored as ever. Her face must have conveyed some sort of annoyance as the poor fatui agent that came in visibly shivered a little, lowering their head as they said their greetings.
“What is it?”
“There’s a letter from Senzhnaya, my lady.” She did not miss the quiver in their voice, “It’s from Lady (Y/N).” As the agent reached out to give her the envelope, Arlecchino all but snatched it from their hands, all of her attention now devoted to the piece of paper in front of her.
“Leave.” Her voice left no room for reply, with the agent thankfully getting the hint and scurrying away. Once the heavy doors of her office closed, her ruby eyes inspected the envelope intently, taking in every detail that you may have left her. Just as quickly as she snatched the letter, she opened it, revealing its contents: a neatly folded letter, and what looked like a thin sheet wrapped with something.
She wasted no time in unfolding the letter, taking a note of the way the package smelled just like you- sweet, almost sickening. Her lips curled into a grin as she read the words that danced across the page, her heart leaping at all the praise and sweet nothings you seemed to litter across the paragraphs that you had written. How much you missed her, and yearned for her; all of it made Arlecchino’s head dizzy with pride and delight.
She was too absorbed in reading and rereading your letter that she had forgotten about the other item that you had delivered. Tilting her head, she gathered the thing in her hands gently, taking off the wrapping to reveal a picture taken with a camera- a picture of you, clad in what Arlecchino could only describe as barely a dress. A sheer fabric that did little to conceal your cleavage or your thighs as you pose, somewhat scantily, in a move she was sure was made in order to highlight your curves.
Arlecchino’s fingers subconsciously gripped the photo tighter, a shot of warmth suddenly coursing through her body. She sighed heavily, pink dusting her sheeks as she felt the familiar sensation of aching in between her legs. Tentatively, she took off her gloves and slowly travelled her fingers to the zipper of her pants, breathing growing ragged as she frantically tried to relieve whatever spell you had cast on her.
What a tease.
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A/N: here it is! writing this lowkey killed me :,) but i really hope yall liked it. its not full on smut (i dont trust myself to write those with the harbingers just yet for fear of mischaracterization) but its what i can manage. really, im just testing out the waters.
can you guys tell i have a favorite? lol. itll have to be split into two parts since its long enough.
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sea-lanterns · 6 months
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SAW
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synopsis: (slasher! AU) as a devoted follower, you would do anything to please your master.
featuring: arlecchino (columbina mentioned at the end)
rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)
warnings: sub! afab fem reader, mentions of death, death traps, brief mentions of child traffi.cking, sadism, master x follower dynamic, praise, pet names (she calls you doll, babydoll, etc.) mockery, lap se.x, thigh riding, strap on, biting, hickies, rough se.x, spa.nking, manhandling, mentions of th.ree.some, implied th.ree.some at the end.
art credits: junji ito's "house of marionettes"
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Fastening on the metal bear trap onto an unconscious victim’s head, you hummed an eerie tune to yourself knowing your beloved master was watching you from above. It didn’t matter that you were currently sitting in a padlocked room with a man about to die right in front of you, you just wanted to please your master by any means necessary. Even if it meant killing all these people by sending them into death traps.
You tightened a certain screw on the trap before smiling to yourself and leaning back. The man in front of you was no innocent man, he was a criminal, a monster, and he deserved this fate whether he liked it or not, causing you to smile in sadistic pleasure for the upcoming end of his life.
“Tight as a button.” You hum to yourself, looking up at the security camera located in the far right corner of the room. You knew your beloved master was watching, and you couldn’t help but give it a little wave to show that you had completed the task she assigned you. “I did it…” You exclaim softly, smiling at the flashing red light on the camera. “I’m gonna head up now, okay?”
You stood up and paid no mind to the unconscious man you just doomed to suffer a fate worse than death. Humming all too nonchalantly before leaving the room and locking it shut, ensnaring the man to leave him dead before making your way down the hall with a skip in your step. Various screams of terror and pain rang out from the other death traps as you made your way over to a secret door. The sounds of torture like a song to your ears while you pushed the passcode buttons to unlock a passage to a room.
“What an awful melody…” you murmured to yourself, glancing back at the trap rooms to listen to one more scream of terror. “It’s beautiful.”
The door to the secret passageway popped open and you moved inside with ease, your body slipping through as you maneuvered through the narrow hallways of the abandoned building. “Abandoned” as it appeared to the public, people unaware of the multiple deaths coinciding within its walls for the police have failed to track down the mastermind behind these deaths. 
The mastermind to which you served and dedicated your entire life to.
Navigating your way towards another hidden door, you pushed it open to see a tall woman sitting idly in front of a bunch of security cameras, her lean figure illuminated by the many monitors and making her seem like a god of some sort. A pleasant shiver runs down your spine when you see her, and you immediately take a bow and keep your head down low.
“Master, the player in room 14 is ready to begin his game.” You say with grace, glancing up at the taller woman in hopes of pleasing her. The woman doesn’t move for a moment, but her chair creaks slightly as she slowly turns around to face you. There she was. Your savior, your master, your goddess. The one behind the torture games, the mastermind behind all the killings…
Arlecchino, the Jigsaw killer. 
“Come, sit.” She says calmly, staring at you with those X-shaped pupils of hers that had you pressing your thighs together. “On my lap, come on sweet girl…”
She points down at her legs and you immediately walk over to plant yourself on her lap. Arlecchino wrapped her clawed hands around your waist before leaning forward to take a deep inhale of the scent in your hair. “Did my doll tighten the trap like I asked…?” She whispers into your ear, exhaling with a small groan as she squeezed your hips tighter with her hands. 
“I did. I followed everything you taught me to, master,” you say obediently, looking up at her with the brightest of smiles. “Did I do good? Are you proud of me?” If you had a tail it would for sure be wagging…
Arlecchino chuckled huskily before leaning down to kiss your neck. “You did wonderful, pet…” she says in a dark tone, running one of her nails over the bare expanse of your neck. “The drug should be wearing off soon. Would you like to watch his game with me?” She asks in a polite tone, almost mocking with the way she smiled at you so tenderly.
“Am I allowed to?” You ask softly, staring up at her with wide, doe-like eyes. Arlecchino groaned at the sight and had to keep herself from just shoving you onto her desk and fucking you raw right there, but she had enough restraint and took a deep breath. 
“Do you have to be cute, my doll?” Arlecchino husks, staring up at you with those crimson eyes of hers. “You make it impossible not to devour you…”
Your cheeks flushed at the compliment and you couldn’t help but glance away shyly. “Sorry, master…” you say softly, causing Arlecchino to scoff before smiling. “Don’t apologize, I was merely teasing…”
She pinches your cheek with her fingers before tilting your chin over to look at the monitor in front of you. “Let’s watch his prolonged suffering together, my pet. It looks like he’s starting to awaken…”
Adjusting comfortably on Arlecchino’s lap, she kept a firm hold on your waist before watching the man in the room start to awaken. He looked dazed, clearly confused why he woke up in a green-tiled room with a metal contraption stuck to his neck. He had no idea that he was about to die if he didn’t meet the requirements for Arlecchino’s game, and the thought slightly amused you as you watched him groggily stumble around the room in delusion.
The metal contraption attached to the man’s neck was Arlecchino’s infamous “bear trap.” A simple, yet deadly death trap designed to enclose multiple spikes into a person’s head if they did not complete the challenge on time. It was one of Arlecchino’s favorite traps, as it was a trap designed to kill instantly, yet instill tremendous amounts of fear into the person, as the idea of being Iron Maiden-ed in the face was too scary not to think about…
“Ah…perhaps it’s time we give him a call,” Arlecchino hums, giving your cheek a sensual kiss. “Don’t forget your mask, my pet. The adorable marionette one that makes you look simply stunning…”
You nod obediently and grab the porcelain mask on the table, Arlecchino grabbing her own rubber mask that mimicked a slack-jaw puppet. It was so kind of your master to make you a mask of your own, one that was the perfect complementary pair to match hers so that it looked like you were a couple.
You were, but it was hidden under the facade of a master and follower cover.
“Let’s give him a wake up call, shall we?” Arlecchino grins, turning on the camera and setting up the voice distorter. When the man looks up at the TV in the room, he sees two masked people, you and Arlecchino staring back at him with the creepy and unsettling puppet masks that sent shivers down his spine. It was unsettling with the way you two presented yourselves, and he immediately began shouting at the screen for answers.
“Quiet down, will you?” Arlecchino’s voice ran through the mic, gripping your waist tighter before covering your ears. “You are disturbing my precious doll with your foul words…”
The man refuses to shut up, causing Arlecchino to glare at him through the holes of her mask. She pushes a certain button and the wires of the bear trap suddenly inch closer to the man’s face, causing him to scream. 
“That’s better.” She smiles sadistically, removing her hands from your ears so you could hear. “As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me with your incompetence…”
She begins explaining the rules of the “game” giving the man a chance to escape before the inevitable closure of his death. 
“You were put in this room for becoming involved in a child trafficking ring. To escape, you must find the key to the exit behind one of the tiles in this room. You have ten minutes to complete this task, failure to finish it before the intended time limit will result in the bear trap around your neck closing.”
The man’s eyes widened and you had to keep yourself from chuckling out loud. 
“Your time begins now.”
Arlecchino then clicked off the camera and pulled off her mask, watching as the man began scrambling to search for all the tiles. There had to be at least a thousand tiles in that room, as every square inch of the walls and floor were covered in small, marble tiles. Ten minutes was being generous, but even within that extended time limit, you knew it was almost impossible to find the key as each tile was carefully adjusted to look normal and not out of place.
“So, what should we do while we wait for his ten minutes to be up?” Arlecchino hums, pushing her nose against your neck. She seemed to be implying she wants something intimate with you, but being the obedient follower that you are, you looked up innocently and tilted your head.
“What does master want to do?” You ask in a gentle tone, Arlecchino smirking with the most intimidating gaze. 
“I want to do something sinful, my dear…” she says in a gravelly tone, practically growling into your ear before tugging at your pants. “Indulge in your master, will you?”
Another scream rips through the monitor and you couldn’t help but grow a little wet at the way Arlecchino was keen on fucking you in the middle of a game. She slowly moved her hand up your thigh and you could feel just how sharp and strong her fingers were as they squeezed the ball of flesh above your jeans. The way she could so easily kill you had you on a rush, and Arlecchino groaned at the way you started to warm up against her lap with how wet you were.
“Doll, you’re just begging for me to touch you, hmm?” She chuckles into your ear. “Need my cock in you that bad, huh? You’re lucky I decided to wear it today…”
Her hand moves down to unzip her trousers, revealing a thick strap on that you knew you could take easily with some prep. “You…You were wearing that the whole time?” You exclaim with surprise, a surge of heat pulsing through your core. “I was sitting on it the whole time…?”
She throws her head back to laugh at your stupidity. It was so endearing with how innocent you were when it came to these sorts of things. “I’m surprised you didn’t feel it,” she chuckles through her amusement. “It’s a girthy thing, almost too big if I do say so myself.”
“It’s not big…!” You quickly retort back, pouting at your master before holding onto her shoulders. “I can take it. I can take it all.”
“I don’t doubt it one bit, sweet girl,” Arlecchino grins amusedly. “However, you do need quite a bit of prep work to take such a stretch. Fortunately, you’re already semi-wet, but…” She gives you a wolfish grin before toying with the belt loop of your jeans. “I’ll need that cunt of yours dripping more if you’re gonna take me now…”
You let out a small groan before unzipping your jeans to begin kicking them off, the eagerness of getting her strap inside you too obvious not to notice, as Arlecchino found it difficult to keep a straight face. “Easy there, dollface…” Arlecchino purrs lightly, squeezing your cheeks together with her hand so your lips form a small pout. “I’m in no rush, and neither should you.”
You let out a small noise of complaint at this, before obeying her words and going at a much more leisurely pace. Once your pants and underwear were off, you sat back down on Arlecchino’s lap and whimpered at the feeling of her rough trousers against your aching hole.
“Mmm…quite a delicious sight already…” Arlecchino husks, wrapping her arms around your waist once more. “But not quite wet enough. I think it’s best if you grind against my thigh for a bit, hm?” 
She stares up at you with that incredibly intimidating —yet sexy— look, rows of sharpened teeth glimmering at you under the lamplight air of the room. You had no idea how such a hot woman would be the face behind the infamous Jigsaw killer, but you weren’t complaining. She was yours and you were hers. 
“Yes, master.” You respond in a soft tone, beginning to shift your hips so that you could start grinding against her pants, panting slightly from how stimulated you already were from her dirty talk. 
Arlecchino chuckles and leans back, relaxing in her chair as she watches you grind and ride her thighs with resolve. The sight of you trying so desperately to appease her was such a turn on, and for a moment she forgot that she was currently overseeing a man’s death just rooms away from where you two were sitting. “That’s my good girl…” Arlecchino murmurs, unable to contain her groans as she fixes the shaft of her strap so it sits upright. “Just a little more and you can ride me silly.”
At her encouragement, you only grind harder, whimpering at the pleasurable feeling of her trousers providing friction to your already sensitive clit. There was a pulsing sensation that you could not deny, and as you kept grinding your hips on her leg, you felt yourself growing more wet.
“Goodness…you soaked a spot right on me,” your master smirks almost predatorily, “I think you’re ready to take me, sweet girl…”
As an extra precaution, Arlecchino grabs a bottle of lube from the corner of the table and squeezes a helping of it onto the impressive girth of her cock. The clear liquid drips down her shaft slowly, and Arlecchino gives the length a few shallow pumps before angling it so you could move. 
“Come on, just like we practiced.”  Arlecchino hums, thumbing the tip of the shaft before watching you hover over the head with a bit of hesitance. “I’ll go slow, don’t worry…”
You grip the edge of her shoulders before slowly sinking down onto the head of her cock, the wide tip slowly spearing you open before you whimper and start to feel resistance. 
“Ugh…fuck…” Arlecchino grit her teeth and had to resist the primal urge to slam you down and start thrusting into you. She knew she promised you to be gentle and wanted to keep her promise no matter how tempting it may be to break. 
“Easy there, easy…” she grunts and slowly eases her hips to help you adjust, watching as you slowly inch down bit by bit. “Master…” you whimper out softly, biting your lip before taking a deep breath. “I think I need more lube…”
“No, you’re fine. This is enough.” Arlecchino groans, shifting your hips with her hands before kissing your neck reassuringly. “Just need to find the right…angle…”
You let out a yelp when you suddenly sink down all the way, your hips meeting hers as all of her shaft had somehow fit into you with one swift motion. 
God you severely underestimated the size. It didn’t look that long, and it wasn’t. But oh lord was it thick. The girth of it enough to stretch you wide open and have you squirming in her lap to adjust, letting out pathetic whimpers as you’ve never felt so stretched open before. 
“M-Master…” you gasp, the breath knocked out of your lungs as you feel Arlecchino’s teeth graze your neck. “Too big…”
“What?” Arlecchino practically laughs sadistically in your face, X-shaped pupils almost glowing with amusement. “Didn’t you say you could take it all? That it wasn’t too big?” 
You whimpered when you were reminded of your confident words. 
“It’s not too big, babydoll. You said it yourself.” A sudden shift in her tone had you fearful for a moment as you suddenly felt a sharp thrust pulsate against your inner walls.
“Ah—!” You start to let out breathless pants and gasps when Arlecchino begins to thrust madly. 
“You were so confident earlier, what happened to wanting to take it all immediately?” She mocks, grinning with pleasure as you writhe in her grip. If there was one thing you learned while working under Arlecchino, it was that the woman was a lot stronger than she looked under that lean muscle. Practically pinning you down until you couldn’t move, before making you bounce up and down her lap till the tip of her cock was all you could feel.
“Don’t tell me my doll is defying orders now.” Arlecchino growls, slamming you back down until your pussy practically wraps itself around her length, gripping it for all that it was worth, while you lolled your head back in absolute bliss. “N-Nngh…master…” you moaned out pathetically, the stretch burning you wonderfully while you cling to Arlecchino for sanity. “Slower…please…”
Arlecchino scoffs at that and gives your rear a tiny spank, laughing at the way you recoiled in surprise. 
“Slower? You want me to go slower?” She was mocking you again, the sadism evident in her voice. “Babydoll, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
She spanks your read once more and bites your neck rather aggressively, a dark hickey beginning to form at the base while she continues ramming her girth into your cunt. The way you were holding onto her so tightly —and pathetically— gave Arlecchino a power strike of ecstasy, the woman animalistic with her ruts as she digs her claws even further against your ass.
“You’re dripping so much, my sweet girl,” she groans into your throat, “Such a mess, I’ll need you to clean everything up for me later, right?”
She sneers at the way you whine at her words before shaking your head in obedience.
“Yes, master!”
“Good fucking girl.”
She suddenly lifts you up and places you on her desk, the bright blue monitors illuminating your body like a heavenly light while Arlecchino thrusts more brutally into your flesh. Rough hands prying your legs further apart as she pushes you down to deliver a passionate kiss. With one final push, you feel your body twitch before a squeal leaves your lips and cum drips down your thighs, your climax reaching a beautiful finale, as the monitor above you plays the sound of the man screaming to death in his room. The trap had closed around his head and ensnared his head in a casket of spikes, leaving him to bleed out in the tiled room of door 14.
“Hah…hah…looks like he didn’t make it.” Arlecchino pants, grinning all too wildly before kissing your neck affectionately. “Good girl. I knew I could count on you…”
As she nuzzles your neck with her face, you hear the door behind her suddenly creak open before gentle humming fills the room. Arlecchino turns back to see who had entered, before smiling at the sight of the other person.
“My, my, I see you’ve had your fun with her already.” Came a familiar, feminine voice. You looked up to see a shorter woman wearing a pig mask shutting the door, lithe hands reaching up to pull off the atrocious mask, and revealing a petite, yet beautiful woman you recognized as Columbina. One of Arlecchino’s most dutiful proxies. 
“Goodness, she’s certainly soaked your pants, Arlecchino.” Columbina tuts with faux astonishment. “I can’t believe you two started without me.” 
“You were taking too long,” Arlecchino chuckles back, caressing your cheek with a clawed nail. “You should’ve been faster.”
“Ah, I was too busy setting up the victims for the next few games,” the pigheaded woman sighs, strutting over to pinch your cheek playfully. “Looks like this little one will have to make it up to me now…”
You instinctively melted under Columbina’s touch, nuzzling your face into the soft, sweet palm of her hand. She cooes affectionately at the sight, before giving your head a little puppy-like pat. “Good girl…”
“She is, isn’t she?” Arlecchino grins, picking you up once more to sit on her lap while she rests on her chair. “I think this sweet thing can spare us one more round. For Columbina’s sake, right?” She lifts your chin with a finger, staring at you as if almost daring you to say no. 
“Of course, master…” you say obediently, arousal starting to drip down your thighs once more at the possibility of a threesome. 
“Atta girl…” Columbina giggles, pressing up behind you and kissing the back of your ear. “Just the perfect doll for us to share…”
You only bucked back your hips at that, ready to give whatever these two women wanted from you.
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