#꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱─ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

[angelic--kitty]

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘!𝖒𝖆𝖛𝖚𝖎𝖐𝖆

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, goddess!mavuika x sub!fem reader, worship, size difference, power play, fingering, thigh riding, cunnilingus, enchanted strap, penetration, womb tattoos, breeding kink, corruption kink, "little one" and "sweet girl" as petnames

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗

"little one," she calls to you so sweetly, chin resting on her palm as she admires you at her feet.

dolled up in the finest of silks, you kneel so pliant for her, such a cute expression, all doe-eyed and desperate to please.

the silks themselves hardly concealed your body from her, putting you perfectly on display for her eyes only. her most favorite worshipper. so dutiful and eager, melting in her grasp despite your clear power imbalance.

perhaps it was the trust and respect you placed into her. or, perhaps it was your unbridled human lust that kept you trapped in her dexterous clutches.

she extends her larger hand out to you, helping you to rise to your feet and climb up onto her lap. she loves having you in her lap, so warm and soft as she holds your waist with one hand, leaning back to observe you.

your nipples perk up through the translucent silks, a tantalizing display as she beckons you closer. "i have a surprise for you, sweet girl." she muses, watching your eyes light up.

"what is it, my goddess?" you ask curiously. she grins, almost wickedly, as she moves you back a bit onto her thigh.

"oh, let's not get ahead of ourselves now. you're not nearly ready for the surprise quite yet." she can almost hear your petulant whine, though she notes you hold it in. you've learned whining won't get you what you want.

rather, it would end with your ass being sore and having to limp around for the next few days.

she gently slides her larger hand up your thigh, covering the expanse of skin easily as she lifts your pathetic excuse for coverings out of the way.

mavuika eyes your cunt with interest, smirking as she pulls you with her free hand to rest your core on her thigh. it makes you squeak from surprise, the sudden contact eliciting a shudder from your body.

your wetness is apparent as it smears on her defined thigh, cupping your head in an attempt to lovingly caress your face. "that's it, go on, i won't do all of the work for you. i can't be letting you get too spoiled now, can i?"

she smacks your ass gently as you yelp, hurrying to move your hips in messy little circles, uncoordinated grinding as you make a mess of her skin.

her fingers seek out the edges of the silks on your body, easily tearing them away. "but-"

"hush." she silences you, tossing the scraps away. "i may just have you remain naked at all times for me now. i much prefer you completely on display." she grabs at your exposed body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, pulling you in for a kiss.

she drinks up the moans and drool that spills from your lips, feeling how you struggle to handle her larger tongue on yours while you fuck yourself on her thigh.

before you can cum, though, you stop. so obedient, aren't you? with those sweet little eyes looking up to her, begging her for approval.

alas...

"not yet. there is much i would like to do with you still. your stamina isn't quite at the level of mine. though," she moves the silks covering her own cunt away, displaying herself for you. "perhaps you should get started on pleasing me?"

it wasn't a question, though you answer her enthusiastically. "yes, my goddess." you lift from her body, ignoring the cool air on your soaked pussy as you hurry to kneel between her spread thighs.

she grabs your head with one hand, pulling you in towards her, shoving your mouth against her. "that's it, good girl." she sighs, extending into a grunt as you lap at her clit.

her hips grind against your tongue, using you as little more than a toy for her pleasure while your own thighs stay spread, not daring to touch yourself.

you've learned better than to do that.

"for such a small mouth, you are so talented." she laughs to herself, enjoying your pathetic little whimpers vibrating against her.

your hands take purchase on her thighs, and she allows it. only for her most favorite little plaything would she allow you to touch her so intimately. there was something about you, she simply couldn't deny the pull she felt. giving you privileges and treating you to mind-blowing pleasure was simply...right.

she rides out her orgasm, watching it coat your cheeks, lips, and chin as you pant, looking up at her for praise.

her hand leaves your head, pushing her hair back and out of her face. "someone... deserves a reward." she gently tugs you up like you weigh nothing to her, your back to her chest as her hand cups your cunt. "so messy." she tsks, but you both know she fucking loves it.

her finger slides into you easily, but even from just one digit, it's a slight stretch. you arch up, mewling when she slides another finger in.

the noises they make are obscene as she pushes them in and out, curling upwards to find your g-spot. you were already so close to the edge before, the sensations becoming utterly overwhelming, more so as her thumb found your clit.

"goddess- can't- please-!" you wail, head falling back against her shoulder as she smiles, leaning down.

"you can take it. you will take it." she promises, nuzzling against your cheek as she fucks you right through your orgasm, delighting in how you soak her hand.

she pushes you into overstimulation, holding you down when you squirm. "no more?" she asks teasingly, indulging in your breathy whines and nodding.

as much as she enjoys seeing you tremble, she gently eases her fingers out of you, showing you the mess you've made.

her free hand grips your chin, making you watch as she sucks her fingers clean. you know what's coming next, opening your own mouth for her to lay them on your tongue as you lap at your own residual taste.

"such a sweet girl..." she smiles, thumb brushing your cheek before she pulls away. "are you ready for your surprise?"

it's a blinding flash, causing you to turn away before you see it attached to her hips. some sort of phallic toy... you've never seen her use something like this before.

"what is it?" you ask, hesitant yet undeniably interested.

"something i'm planning to use on you, little one. but, this one is very special. i've imbued some of my own abilities into this material, allowing me to feel as though it was my own flesh and blood. is that not exhilarating?"

she can hear you exhale a little shaky breath as you nod. "it... looks big." you say softly.

"you'll be just fine, i'll be gentle, little one." she kisses the top of your head, pulling you to kneel over her tip, facing her as she holds your hips steady.

you can feel it pressing against your entrance, much bigger than you usually take. while it frightens you, it is absolutely thrilling to entertain the filthy idea of her ensuring you take all of her. to completely ruin and break you.

she allows the tip to tease you, parting your folds and circling your hips over it for you. "relax, sweet girl. i won't hurt you." she mumbles into your hair.

ever the loving woman despite being the goddess of war, she treated you like a porcelain doll until she was sure you were ready.

as she sinks you down on the strap, she groans, fingers digging into your hips, surely leaving bruises as her hips jump up, pushing deeper, pulling a cry from your lips.

you go limp and twitchy in her grasp, mind going blank as she sinks you further onto her cock. "big....so...full." she can hear you mumble to her, hands grabbing at her biceps.

she grunts when you squeeze around her, your clit nestled to her pelvis as you shake against her body. you feel entirely full, a noticeable bulge present in your lower tummy, her hand running over it.

she can feel everything, and it makes her question why she hadn't tried this before. her head tips back, easing your body up and down her cock.

she bounces you up and down, enjoying your little squeals, the way you try to match her rhythm. even when she's fucking you dumb, you're still so eager to please her. to make her proud.

and, of course, she allows it, letting go to instead rub at your sensitive clit while you bounce on her lap, panting and moaning. "goddess- so- good-!" you squeak, grinding your hips down against her pelvis.

she grabs handfuls of your ass, smacking the fat before running her hands up your sides. "i can tell you're enjoying yourself from how you're squeezing around me." her hand lightly wraps around your throat, thumb rubbing against your neck. "such a good girl for me."

once you grow tired, she takes over again, fucking you through another orgasm, but refusing to stop after that. you cry for her, clawing at her shoulders while she rubs into your g-spot.

she mumbles about filling you up, something that enters your brain and leaves your ears in scattered pieces from how good you feel.

she sends you over the edge one last time as you feebly cry out before she shoves herself deeper, filling you with something warm.

the warmth spreads, burning hot onto your lower abdomen as a reddish mark appears on your skin. it's elegant, much like her, yet you don't have the energy to admire it as you flop lazily against her.

sweat drips down your body much like the cum spilling out of you, sliding down her strap and creating a thick mess. she kisses your cheek, already knowing the concerns filling the back of your mind.

"it's sterile, little one. i promise." and despite your already lax state, she both feels and sees you visibly let go of the tension in your body, a soft sigh leaving your lips. "rest now. you've done well. perhaps this is something i should use more often for my sweet girl, hm?"

[angelic--kitty]

Imagine beidou eating us out while ningguang fucks us from behind with her strap until our minds went hazy

ᯓ beigguang x fem!reader ᡣ𐭩

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, dom!beidou x dom!ningguang x sub!fem reader, threesome, cunnilingus, strap usage, slight age gap (beidou/ningguang are 30-32) power imbalance (beidou/ningguang are married, and you work for ningguang), size kink

you knew it was wrong. it was nothing more than just a physical attraction. being shared as a toy between two women.

two married women.

yet, you couldn't care less.

the skirt of your uniform was pushed up over your hips, your tights now littered with holes, ripped open like wrapping paper. even the panties you had on were ripped clean off, the scraps of fabric tossed to the side.

your mind was hazy as you listened to the soft mumbles of the women near your cunt. large, rough hands held your thighs open while lips stayed wrapped around your clit, and a thick strap filled you up.

beidou was laying beneath you with her head positioned perfectly between your thighs, holding you up for her wife to fuck you with one of her more girthy straps.

"look at how she stretches around you," beidou grinned, spreading you open for ningguang as your face burned with embarrassment. "cute little thing, ain't she?"

"very." ningguang hummed, grinding the strap upward to hear you pathetically whine for her. "so noisy, though." she tutted as beidou laughed, squeezing your ass.

your head laid flat on her muscular thigh, panting as your eyes shut tightly. you had been teased and toyed with for what felt like hours, and yet neither one of them seemed to be bothered.

of course, it was easier to have stamina when you had a doll to share rather than wearing eachother out.

beidou flicked her tongue against your clit, tracing downwards to lap at where ningguang's strap disappeared into you. she licked the creamy ring you had formed up, grabbing at your tights and ripping them further.

"hope these uniforms aren't too expensive to replace." beidou snorted, earning a little grunt from her wife.

ningguang's hips moved faster, hearing broken little moans spill from your lips as you gasped, burying your face into beidou's thighs. "please... please-" you whimpered, yelping when ningguang's hand came down on your ass.

"no. you'll hold it." she ordered, ignoring your petulant whimper. you could feel beidou chuckle against your overstimulated clit, your body shaking as you squirmed, trying to escape the sensations.

"too much- can't-"

ningguang sighed, but relented, pushing you over the edge, allowing you to make a mess all over her strap. beidou rushed to clean you up, licking your sensitive pussy, drinking up everything you had to offer while they both held you still.

beidou slid out from under you, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, watching you sink on the bed with your ass still perched in the air.

ningguang slowly pulled her strap out, the slick sounds making your ears burn as she tapped the wet strap against your ass.

beidou slowly eased you up onto your knees, instead teasing your tits through the dress. her hand cups your jaw, admiring your teary eyes. her wedding band brushed against your cheek, reminding you of your place.

"she's real pretty, ning." beidou hummed, brushing a thumb over your lips. "c'mon, let's get you undressed, yeah?" she smirks, glancing at your nipples peeking through the fabric.

you stare up at her, blinking out of surprise at the realization they planned to keep going. "i'm too sensitive!"

"shhh, you can take it, yeah? wanna be good for us, don't you?" beidou murmured as she stared up at her wife, a devious little twinkle in her eye.

ningguang slipped behind you, teasing your nipples through your dress as you squirmed, arching up into her touch. "yes, fuck, i do-" you admitted, catching her off guard.

and as much as you tried to hide it, you did lust over them in secret. you wanted them desperately, and the idea that they were married made you even wetter when you thought of them.

ningguang had her hunches, but she hadn't truly known what a desperate little slut you were. it seems you were turning out to be the most wonderful intern after all.

[angelic--kitty]

dilf arlecchino stretching out a virgin reader on her fat cock

dom!dilf arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, transfem!arlecchino, virgin!reader, age-gap (arle is in her late 30s, reader is in her early 20s), size kink, fingering, penetration, handjob

a/n: tagging my favorite silly @myfriendscallmebun who i hope enjoys this ♡ this is so long

she first hired you merely as a form of entertainment for her children. someone eager to please who wouldn't require such a large salary. someone who, at least, would never ask someone like her for more than she offered.

it's a surprising decision, on her end, to select a college girl to watch over her precious children. though, you presented yourself so nicely at the interview, and your references and resume did you well.

besides, it might be nice for the children to be around someone closer to their age for a change. they often spent time with arlecchino herself and occasionally her coworkers.

and, you had grown on her.

it's been nearly two months since you started working for her, and a few weeks since you began passing flirtatious remarks to one another.

the thing that finally melted her heart was an evening she worked late. she was already irritated her children would be asleep when she got home, but she felt guilty making you stay hours late at her home.

much to her surprise (and inner delight), when she came home, she found the children tucked into their beds, and you standing so sweetly at the door.

you had slipped her jacket off, hanging it up and tugging her into the kitchen. sure enough, you had saved her a plate of the spaghetti you made, along with a glass of her favorite red wine.

that was the day when she finally asked you to accompany her on a proper date.

and, now, here you are, standing in front of your mirror, fussing with your dress and jewelry. the dress she had bought for you special for tonight. it was black, falling just below your knees- rather classy for someone so young.

20 minutes. in 20 minutes she was picking you up.

nervous as you were, you couldn't believe you were going on a date with her. especially to somewhere so expensive and exclusive.

it was some sort of upscale bar with expensive alcohol and food. somewhere arlecchino claimed to frequent often when she needed alone time.

you almost broke out into laughter when she admitted she hired childe, her younger coworker, for the evening to watch her children.

"oh, i'm not concerned for my childrens' safety. if anything, he should be afraid for his own." was her reply, a small smirk on her lips that you nearly missed.

she lead you into the restaurant with confidence, turning heads, eliciting whispers as she kept her hand on the small of your back while the waiter brought you to your table.

"what do you think so far?" she asked, her wine glass already being filled, no need to speak her order.

"it's...definitely different than what i'm used to. but it's really nice. i like having an excuse to dress up a little." you smile at her and she raises her glass to her lips.

"i want to spoil you for the evening. for not only treating my children so well, but because you are an exceptional woman. i only hope my gestures come off as genuine as i intend." she sips her wine, setting it down to begin rambling to you about the menu.

but you're not quite listening, distracted by her hands, her lips, her eyes. how could someone be so perfect?

she's quite a bit older than you, probably much more experienced. does she truly feel the same way you do? and-

"sweetheart?" she breaks you from your thoughts and you stiffen up.

"i'm sorry- i'm listening!" you squeak, but she sees right through you.

although, she finds it rather cute. she's noticed before, obviously. your wandering eyes, the way you bite your lip when she picks up something heavy like it's nothing, or how your thighs press together when she takes a stern tone.

she simply wants to know the depths of your affection for her. after all, she has similar thoughts of you.

"which dish would you like then?" she asks pointedly, allowing you to hold the menu with shaky hands.

"ah...um..." the words blur together, not registering. "what do you recommend?"

she tilts her head, taking the menu back. "allow me to order for you then."

you like when she takes control. she knows what she wants, and she will have it. you wish it a quality you embodied more, though she fascinates you. it is almost natural to her.

dinner goes rather smoothly, and you get to taste test a few different wines, but not nearly enough to get you even remotely tipsy.

"i much prefer coherent company." her lips quirk up as she says this, and you laugh behind your hand.

she's funny, you admit. her dry humor is one of your favorite things about her.

it's a shame when dinner comes to an end, but you two mutually draw it out as long as you can. you share a dessert, and plenty of good conversation about yourselves. you learn things about her you never would've thought, and likewise for her.

the ride back to your place is just as pleasant, though you feel nervous inside. you want to make a move. you want to ask her to come inside. to stay...

but you couldn't possibly. that would be absurd... right?

regardless, she walks you in, ensuring you get into your place safely. she's a gentleman in how she holds your bags and all the doors at every stop.

the little bit of wine in your system has you feeling bold, stopping her in her tracks before she could put her shoes back on. "wait! why... don't you stay for a little? i could make us some tea. herbal! so you won't...uh... be awake all night."

she merely tilts her head, nodding either way. she listens to your rambling about the tea and the coffee mugs you have, her eyes wandering your walls when she sees familiar art.

"did the children draw these?" she interrupts, taking one off the wall.

it's a rather rudimentary stick-figure drawing, but she can tell who each one represents. this is one of lynette's drawings. she's drawn herself with pretty blue bows, along with her brothers, and, of course, their father.

and you.

there you are, standing on the other side as if you were the mother to complete their family portrait.

"oh- those? yeah, the kids drew them for me... i thought they were really cute, so i kept them." you smile and her heart flutters.

she skims her fingers over the papers, pausing when she sees one from freminet. he's drawn a flower field of green scribbles and rainbow dots, the children playing on a swingset while you and arlecchino watch.

with the words 'mom' and 'dad' written above your heads.

she can hear you nervously talking to fill the silence, and she turns to you. "they really do seem to enjoy having you around." she murmurs. "as do i."

you look up at her, feeling her lean in, gently holding your waist. "am i being too forward?" she asks, breath fanning over the side of your face as you shiver.

"not at all-" you breathe out, trembling as she lifts your chin gently. she can see your anticipation.

"you're not phased by our gap in experience?" she asks. "it's inevitable. i cannot change it, but i do not want you to feel forced."

"i actually like it. i really like it." you blurt, catching her off guard.

"oh?" her voice is low, sultry as she cups your jaw. "is this alright with you, then?"

"please-" and that's all she needs to connect your lips, kissing you so softly at first. her tongue gently prods for entrance, and she can instantly tell you truly are inexperienced.

she pulls away, gently swiping a thumb over your cheek. "is this your first time?"

"you could tell?" you groan, and she nearly melts.

"it is not shameful to wait. i only want you to be sure this is what you want." she explains, stroking your cheek as your eyes flutter shut.

"i want you. please? i want you to take it." you leave it open for interpretation, but she knows exactly what you're referring to.

"if you're certain, then i'd be honored, sweetheart." she says so gently you'd think she was someone else.

you bring her to your room, cringing at the mess. "i know it isn't what you're used to but mmph-!" you whimper when she kisses you, pulling you onto her lap on the bed.

she trails kisses down your neck, watching you tilt your head back instinctively. you pant, overwhelmed so quickly she almost feels guilty.

keyword: almost.

instead, it makes her twitch within the confines of her expensive suit slacks.

her hand tangles into the back of your hair, tugging you firmly so she can nip at your jaw. she takes it slow, easing you into things until you're practically begging her to go further.

your dress slides off slowly, a treat waiting when she sees the pretty matching lingerie set beneath. it's white and lacy, delicate, something she could easily tear right off, and it drives her mad.

"aren't you full of surprises? naughty ones at that." she tuts, squeezing your jaw as you gasp.

she unclips the bra, her gently squeezing your breasts as you moan for her.

she teases your nipples until they go pert, wrapping her tongue around them as you arch up into her.

you're being vulnerable with her; she knows this much. she holds you steady, ensuring you feel safe on her lap before pulling away with a soft 'pop.'

she unbuttons her shirt, tugging it off to match you. she watches your eyes go wide, eager yet embarrassed as she tosses her bra aside with the shirt.

"you're so...pretty." you gasp quietly, eyes wide.

"you can touch me, sweetheart." she pulls your hand to her chest, allowing you to explore. your fingers clumsily rub her nipples and she grunts, guiding them into place.

"does it feel good?" you ask her so hesitantly, and she kisses the top of your head.

"you're doing well." she watches your gaze slide down, eyeing the growing bulge in her pants. she dryly grunts, lifting your chin up. "something catch your eye?"

"i... i'm sorry- i didn't mean to stare-" your words are mumbled, your face hot as your mouth goes dry.

"you're curious. that's alright." she brushes a thumb over your lips, coaxing you to open up.

she slides her thumb over your tongue, gently easing it a little further until you gag, keeping you just like that. your eyes are so wide and pretty, glazed over with untapped lust.

she hums thoughtfully before withdrawing, using the thumb to brush over the front of your panties. you gasp, thighs snapping shut as she pushes them back apart.

she lightly smacks your thigh. "keep them open." she rubs gentle circles on your clothed clit, your body clearly unsure how to react. she can see it doesn't take much to bring you to the edge, and she lightens her touch, able to control her own desires with ease.

her hand comes back to your lips, sliding your wetness over your tongue while her free hand slides your panties to the side.

something you've missed before, but she's filed her nails down on this hand. just for you, though only she knew that.

she gently slides her fingers through your folds, hearing you whimper and squirm on her lap. she tucks your head under her chin while she eases a finger into you, feeling you squeeze so tight around just one digit.

she gives you time to adjust, feeling you clutch her wrist. you're such an angel, aren't you? holding so tightly to her, so cute, all while you fidget right above her confined cock, inevitably making her grow harder.

her second finger slides in slowly, with an intent to stretch you out enough to take her cock more comfortably. she curls them inside of you, hearing you whine loudly into her neck.

"ah- that feels-!" you squeal when she brushes against your g-spot. her finger pads rub into it, and you tremble, thighs clamping down on her hand.

"relax." she reminds you, pumping her fingers in and out, slick sounds filling the air. she stretches you out every so often, spreading her fingers slightly and hearing you whimper so sweetly.

your hand clumsily rests on her bulge and her fingers still as she inhales sharply.

"i... want to- try and make you feel good too..." you whisper, looking up at her.

and who is she to deny such a sweet girl?

she pops open the button, unzipping her pants and freeing her cock, allowing you to see her.

your eyes go comically wide, shocked by the size. "that's... i-"

she can feel your walls fluttering around her fingers and she nearly moans. "it's alright. don't be nervous." she practically reads your mind, soothing your concerns as her free hand unwraps itself from your body, collecting some of the messy slick from your thighs, sliding it over herself.

"you haven't done this before, i presume?" she's met with a shake of your head. she proceeds to guide your hand in wrapping around her cock. she hisses through her teeth. "archons-" she groans lowly, her fingers resuming their gentle in and out motions while she guides you to stroke her cock.

"tighter." she tells you, feeling your hand grip more firmly, her pre-cum oozing over your hand, spreading across her cock. "good girl-" she praises and you clench around her fingers once more.

she says nothing, but she knows exactly how her words affect you. such a sweet little thing you are, curled up on her lap, fingers stuffed inside of you while your hand wraps around her cock.

her hand covers yours still, dwarfing your hand and guiding you into her preferred rhythm. "that's it. you're doing well-" she tips her head back, hips grinding into your hand as she lets go.

she allows you to move your hand on your own, finger-fucking you faster. she knows you're losing focus, too overwhelmed by your own need to cum, though she doesn't mind too much. you're just so sweet with how your moans pick up in volume, your eyes closing as your hips chase her hand.

"go on." she tells you, her voice stern as you release around her digits like such a good girl for her.

she slides her fingers out, admiring the webbed slick coating them, cleaning them in her own mouth as you shyly hide in her chest.

she pulls you away, laying you on the bed. "wait! you didn't get to..."

she shakes her head, pushing her hair back. "hush." she simply says, spreading your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. it exposes you perfectly, allowing you to feel shy, yet unable to cover yourself as she studies your twitchy cunt.

arlecchino uses one hand to guide herself through your slick, sensitive folds, gathering the remnants of your orgasm. she is gentle when she slides into you for the first time, a thumb on your stiff, swollen clit to ease the stretch.

she watches your eyebrows furrow, nose crinkling as she stretches you out. "so big-" you whine, chest arching up against her own.

your moans are melodies to her, feeling you flutter around her was like heaven. she lifts you up to sit on her lap while she leans back, guiding you to slowly take more of her in.

"too much!" you whine, looking down.

"you haven't taken all of me yet." she hushes you, easing you down to swallow her all in your pussy until you're mewling incoherently.

"full-" your head falls back and she grabs your hips, her nails leaving sharp little indents as she guides you to shallowly fuck yourself on her cock.

"such a pretty little thing." she coos, slowly growing more harsh, grinding up into you.

and, oh, you sing for her the rougher she gets. you urge her to grow bolder, now using your body as a toy while you desperately try to match her tempo.

you're inexperienced, but oh, so eager to please, aren't you? what a good girl.

she grabs your ass, fucking you on her cock while you keep a vice grip, your tits bouncing with each thrust. "oh- archons!" you squeal.

arlecchino picks you up like you weigh nothing at all, settling you beneath her instead, fucking into you with boundless energy.

she knows the right spots to fuck, where and how to grind herself into a woman, she knows exactly when to speed up and slow down. yet it seems you don't even know your own body fully.

and the thought of helping you explore with her is enough to have her twitching inside of you.

your incessant mewling and moaning of her name is driving her mad for you. her hand wraps around your throat, earning her breathless gasps as she urges you to cum for her.

"be a good little pet and cum." she orders, slick sounds penetrating the air, the smell of sex coating you both. "cum for me."

she rubs your clit harshly, watching you shake as you do cum, tightening up around her cock, sending her eyes rolling back into her head.

the moment you loosen up, she pulls out, cumming onto your tummy, creating a filthy mess as she moans deeply for you.

"fuck..." she sighs, squeezing her cock to ease the rest of her cum onto your skin.

you pant, looking up at her. your eyes are blown wide, but you look exhausted as you lay limply beneath her.

and, well, you'll soon learn her cock may need time to recover, but her mouth and fingers certainly don't...

[angelic--kitty]

im in the mood to be pampered and spoiled rotten by an older lesbian tbh. unfortunately, we can only have the next best thing.

so enjoy some dilf!arlecchino lmao

warnings: nsfw (mdni), wlw content, dilf!arlecchino, wine drinking, mentions of cunnilingus/fingering, strap usage, strap referred to as "cock"

dilf!arlecchino with the heaviest dark circles under her eyes. she's always perfectly put together, yet if you catch her at the end of a long day, she has this really handsome, disheveled look to her.

a casual wine-drinker who loves tilting your head back to pour some into your mouth, watching your nose wrinkle from the taste. she'll "accidentally" pour some down your front, but don't fret; she'll happily lick it up.

and, archons, you're blessed that her age comes with years of experience. her tongue feels like heaven, accompanied by her two perfectly trimmed fingers that know exactly what to do.

she loves having you on her lap while she works, even if you've fallen asleep. she likes when your chin rests on her shoulder, her warm hand slowly rubbing your back while the other sifts through documents.

though, she detests when you make fun of her reading glasses (a new addition due to her recent discovery of being unable to see things quite right).

of course, she'll have her revenge by pounding you into the mattress later. despite her age, she doesn't grow tired, even when you do. though, she's happy to play your games and feign exhaustion, turning it into a punishment for you to do all the work and ride her all by yourself.

and your sweet little fucked out brain is too eager to please to poke fun at her even now. besides, part of you knows she's messing with you, simply wanting a perfect view of you fucking yourself on her cock.

she ages like the fine wine she drinks, only growing more intelligent and, shockingly, more open to love again. you bring that out in her. and she's grateful to have you.

dilf!arlecchino also would 100% fuck you in her office, tossing her jacket aside and rolling her sleeves up to take care of you atop her desk. to hell with work, you're too pretty to ignore.

she's also full of wisdom, even if she's a bit harsh in her delivery. you can always go to her for objectivity. or, if you want someone to vanish from teyvat. either way. she's got you ♡

[angelic--kitty]

Arle dirty making out- almost dryfucking wife!reader in a dark hallway while almost half of the organization is looking for her ngh SHE GOT MORE IMPORTANT STUFF ON HER HANDS (her wife’s ass for example)

hiiii alba (twirling my hair and giggling)

yeah.... im down with this

semi-public with dom!arlecchino

warnings: nsfw (mdni), wlw content, dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader, semi-public, making out, thigh grinding (does this count as clothed sex?? lmao). you call her peruere (shhhhh). mentions of murder in thought (not perrie or reader; she loves you!!!!)

zapolyarny palace; a cold and rather silent home to the tsarita, though it feels rather warm from where you're nestled into arlecchino's coat.

"peruere- this is-" you gasp softly, feeling her wrap her fluffy coat further around your body, concealing you against her in the dark, cold hallway of the palace.

"hush now, unless you would like us to get caught and cut this short?" she asks, eyes slightly narrowed as she brushes her knuckles against your cheek.

she watches your eyes dart to the side as you bite the inside of your cheek. you knew she had a meeting to attend, one she was late for in favor of pleasing you.

you knew the meeting attendees were surely sending people to look for your wife, and yet...

you only wanted her for yourself, at least in this moment. and she can see it in your eyes, the slight movements letting her know you made up your mind.

"kiss me." you order her, letting her lips capture yours, her hand gripping your jaw. it starts slow, tender, turning into something more feral as your back presses against the wall.

you're shielded from the cold by the fluffy lining of her coat, but not from how her other hand pierces the flesh of your hip with her nails.

her thigh slides up between yours as her tongue slides into your mouth. she explores and devours you, leaving you to quietly moan into her mouth as her tongue laves over yours.

she allows your hips to gently rut over her thigh before she grows bored of your languid movements.

her hands roughly grab your hips, grinding you in a faster motion, enough that you could feel it through the thicker material of your pants.

you break away from the kiss first, desperate for air as you hear people calling for her in the distance, looking for the knave.

"fuck, please- don't stop-" you whimper, head falling to rest against hers as she stares at you, etching your image into her memory.

she doesn't care that they're looking for the knave. you need peruere right now, and so she shall deliver.

she trails hot kisses down the side of your neck, pleased at how you crane your neck to give her better access. peruere feels your own hips finally catching up to the pace she set, clearly nearing the edge from the friction of fabric and toned muscle.

"that's it," she mumbles against your skin. "you're perfect."

your whimpers grow a little louder, and she recaptures your lips, ensuring to drink up every little sound you make when you cum for her. as much as she loves the thrill you get from almost getting caught, she would never let it happen.

after all, if anyone had seen you in that state, they wouldn't be allowed to leave. and she'd have to clean up that mess. too bothersome when she's busy taking care of her wife, really.

"good girl." she praises you softly, feeling your hips slowly come to a halt as you nuzzle into her, giving her cheek a few kisses of your own.

"you should...get to that meeting before they send the entire army to find you." comes your cheeky little voice as she grunts.

"very well."

[angelic--kitty]

arlecchino + various kink hcs

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader, kink discussion (bondage, size kink, titles, asphyxiation, dacryphilia)

a/n: just random kinks i think she'd like ♡

bondage

arlecchino would absolutely love the idea of having you tied up or down. she relishes in the control you give her over you, specifically the trust you have in her. she'd be happy to just tie your wrists up, or have you in full blown shibari. whatever your comfort level is, she'll meet you there. also, she uses red ropes that are softer on your skin. (maybe she can use those strings from her boss form too...)

size kink

obviously i had to include it. she's strong and tall, and i know she's got some muscle on her too. she loves being able to pin you beneath her or manhandle you with ease. and she loves the excitement she sees in your eyes when she holds you down like it's nothing. she might even pick a strap slightly too big for you just to watch you struggle to take her down your throat.

titles

i think she'd like being called sir, sorry. if you call her sir, she's going to fuck you even harder. she thinks it's hot (again, the control). plus, if you give her the prettiest doe-eyes you can muster, she's gone. you might want to try calling her lord arlecchino at some point too. just to see how she reacts.

asphyxiation/dacryphilia

combining these two because i think they'd go hand in hand for her. she likes having her hand on your throat, not constricting, just holding. she'd rub her thumb gently over your pulse point, just a reminder that she's there. if she does squeeze, it's very careful and calculated, only enough to give you a little rush of that oxygen deprivation. call her sadistic, she likes the teary-eyed look you get when she does this. she likes bringing you to tears with how good you feel. it makes you look all ruined and fucked out, and it strokes her ego.

[angelic--kitty]

okay, hear me out... TRANSFEM! XILONEN IN HEAT 🗣️💥💥🗣️💥

ପ( xilonen in rut )ଓ

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!xilonen x sub!fem reader, xilonen is in rut and her dick is spiny (🤧), breeding kink, size kink, cunnilingus

a/n: the double ask was crazyyy bro really wanted me to hear them out on xilonen 😭😭😭 but i got you 🫡 though im gonna call it rut 😭

"xilonen-"

she stares blankly at you, ears tilted back slightly and twitching, her nails digging into the wood of the table.

"are you listening-"

she stares at your body, the soft curves of your frame, picturing her hands on your hips, yanking you back against her-

"xilonen, the table!" your voice finally snaps her from her thoughts. she looks down, seeing the nasty marks her claws have left in your shared kitchen table.

"shit," she sighs, smoothing the placemat back down over to cover it. "sorry, i've been so out of it." her eyes glance away, tail lashing, showing her irritation as you frown.

"is something wrong?" you ask softly, your hand covering hers as she bristles, and you move closer. "you're burning up." the back of your hand lays against her forehead, your body nearly pressing to hers.

xilonen grunts, pushing your body away. "i'm fine, really. i should get back to work-"

you scoff, finally having enough of her dismissive attitude. "okay, now i know something is wrong and you're just hiding it. you? finding an excuse to work? and not to mention after you've come home already. so, what's going on?"

you watch as she sighs, hand pushing her hair away from her face. "it's my rut." she says plainly, not one to beat around the bush. "normally, it's no problem for me. but for some reason i just... it's you." she bristles, catching you off guard.

"me?" your voice is sharp, confused as she finally sits up, ears flicking with irritation. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i mean it's you. i can't stop thinking about you. archons, you make it impossible for me." she shifts around in her seat, and for the first time, you finally notice the bulge in her shorts.

"oh- oh fuck. i'm sorry-" your eyes are wide, concerned, and archons, it makes xilonen harder imagining you looking up at her like that while she fucks you. "i didn't think- archons, you've been working like that all day?"

normally, you would avert your eyes until you were in the bedroom, but you just can't help yourself, eyeing her shyly. "you know, i'm your partner. if something is wrong, i want you to tell me plainly." your face feels hot as you finally make eyecontact with her again. "which obviously you did, and you're really good at it." you mumble.

she can tell you're embarrassed, but you collect yourself, slowly standing up and walking towards her chair.

you slowly ease into her lap, your clothed cunt pressing to her barely contained bulge as she hisses.

"fuck." her hands grab your hips, claws lightly digging in.

"why were you keeping your rut a secret? you know you can have me anytime you-"

"you don't understand." she asserts, her head falling forward, resting on your shoulder as she breathes softly against your neck. "it's more than just fucking you."

her sharp teeth graze your neck as her hand tugs your shirt down to give her access to your skin. "i need to breed you."

you go silent for a moment, feeling her press you down against her harder, the firmness pushed up to your clit. "xilonen-" you gasp for her, grabbing at her biceps. "yes- yes- please-"

she is about to argue, when you begin to roll your hips against her, wringing out gasps of her own.

she lifts you up with ease, your legs wrapped around her hips as she rushes the both of you to the bedroom. it's messy and hot, your tongues sliding over each other, sharp teeth making their home in your neck as she kicks the door open, tossing you onto the bed.

before you can sit up, she pushes you down, one of her hands easily caging both of yours down against the soft blankets. her tail tickles you as it sways, and her eyes trail slowly up your body, drinking you in.

your clothes are practically shredded off, and you find yourself on all fours, face pressed to the sheets with her tongue inside of your cunt.

she kneels for you, one hand holding you open while her other remains occupied, wrapped around her cock as she jerks herself off. you can feel her shaking from the movements, feel her moaning into your pussy, and it drives you insane.

her hips jerk up, cock sensitive and desperate to fuck you full as she pulls away, saliva connecting you to her as she pants. "are you ready?" she asks you gently, uncharacteristically, really.

you turn around, gently cupping your cheek, nodding as she mounts you, sliding herself through your wetness. before you can beg her, she begins to slide herself in.

you whimper, feeling that she's much bigger this time, and the spines are more pronounced. not painful, but designed to keep you locked together. your hands grasp the bedsheets. "xilonen- you're...why are you so-"

"i know," she grunts, her full chest smushed against your back. "sorry- m'sorry." she rushes to apologize, giving you kisses and licks across your skin as she stretches you further than you've ever felt with her.

you melt from how soft her voice is, how she tries desperately to restrain herself from fucking you roughly, like you know she wants to. you see claw marks in the sheets, hear her grunting and mumbling to herself, and so you lay lax beneath her. "fuck me- please...need it so bad-"

you don't even finish your sentence before she shoves herself impossibly deeper. generally, xilonen isn't one to have this much energy, though it seems she has much to spare in her rut with how she jackhammers into you.

she can't help but picture you as a cute, noisy little toy. you practically disappear under the size of her body anyways, and the grip your pussy had on her left her throbbing. her spines catch on your walls, refusing to let her out as you cry for her, hips grinding back against her cock.

she leans down, shoving you against the mattress, kissing your neck to get you to relax as she fucks you, leaving such a pretty bulge in your lower stomach. her hand smooths over your skin, groaning at the feel of herself inside you. all the while, you whimper for her, squirming beneath her body.

her fingers slide down to your clit, ensuring that you cum first. even in her rut-filled fantasies, she puts you first.

when it comes time to fill you up, she shoves herself as deep as she can, biting down on your shoulder, holding you still as you feel her cum flood your pussy.

your left speechless, writhing, yet being held still as you pant, your cries turning to soft little mumbles as she lays you on your side. she doesn't pull out, nor does she move, only flopping down next to you, pulling you close.

"xilonen..."

"mmm."

"i need to clean up."

xilonen only scoffs, peering one of her eyes open. "oh? but it'd be a waste. you didn't think we were done yet, right?"

[angelic--kitty]

arlecchino likes eating you out in just about any position you can think of....

(nsfw utc; minors dni - wlw content, cunnilingus)

she'll have you on your hands and knees, your face pressed to the mattress while she eats it from the back. her sharp nails dig into the fat of your thighs while she keeps you spread for her.

other times, she'll have you on your back with your thighs caging her head in. one of your hands in her hair, gently tugging while she looks up at you lovingly.

and if you're into it, she'd love to have you ride her face. and if she tells you to sit on her face, she means it. she won't break, you know. she wants you gripping the headboard, grinding on her tongue and letting her nose bump your clit.

[angelic--kitty]

*ringing the dinner bell* hi kitty I cooked, obligatory ask in your inbox to post it 🤭

party girls!mavuika and xilonen x inexperienced!reader

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, xilonen and mavuika are sorority party girls, reader is an inexperienced nerdy college girl, fingering, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, dom!characters x sub!reader

a/n: everybody say thank you @myfriendscallmebun for these yummy thoughts. love you, pook

Imagine being in a polycule with Mavuika and Xilonen- specifically being the cute nerdy inexperienced college girl that’s getting sandwiched between these two popular sorority party girls

Mavuika preferring to take you out clubbing for the night- pulling you to dance with her on the dance floor under near total darkness, save for the neon colored strobe lights occasionally illuminating the provocative way she has you pulled against her.

She’ll pull your back to her chest, hands roaming up and down your body in such a way that she’s practically groping you- and you don’t have much objection when she slips her hand under that miniskirt she picked out for you.

It’s so loud and claustrophobic in the club, you’re thankful that not even she would be able to hear your moans from the way she’s curling her fingers inside you so deliciously, although you’re amazed no one seems to notice, or if they do, that they don’t care.

Mavuika isn’t shy about letting others know that you’re her cute little girlfriend, and that no one else could ever have a chance with you- not with the way she’s making you cum on her hand like this.

Xilonen on the other hand, enjoys dragging you along to the frat parties and house parties she frequently DJ’s at. She prefers the less intense lighting, the free booze, and the shitty party snacks that get left out in the kitchen.

When she’s not at the turntables she’s usually got you pushed up against a couch so she can do bodyshots off of your stomach. Her favorite part about house parties is that it’s usually easy to grab your arm and drag you off to one of the bathrooms as soon as she gets turned on.

She’ll pick you up like you’re nothing and perch you on a bathroom counter so she has plenty of room to kneel down and lap at your cunt like it’s the first thing she’s drank all night. She takes her time dragging her tongue over your clit, her fingers massaging that gummy spot inside of you so slowly it’s almost torturous.

Even your climax with her is long and drawn-out; a stark contrast to the fast-paced thumping of the music you can still feel resounding through you.

And if you thought parties alone with them were bad enough, be prepared for when they take you out together; Mavuika pulling you against her at a frat party, your ass practically grinding on her hips while her fingers assault your cunt. Xilonen watching intently from her perch at the turntables, fiddling with the music so she can time the bass drop to the moment you cum all over Mavi’s hand.

They’ll trade places, Mavuika coming in to take over while Xilo takes a break between sets- tugging you along to a spare bedroom so she can start eating you out while you’re still shaky and sensitive.

Once a playlist gets set up, Mavuika is coming back in to ensure that by the time you leave, you’ll be a sobbing and shaking mess <3

Mavuika pulling you into her lap on the bed, hands shoved under your shirt and playing with your chest while Xilonen shoves her tongue in and out of your hole. Xilo leaving scratches all over your thighs while Mavi is leaving hickies on your neck.

They’ll pull a mirror in front of you so you can see how that mascara Mavuika helped you put on is running down your face as Xilonen draws another orgasm out of you with her mouth.

[angelic--kitty]

imagine being alice and rhinedottir's pretty wife that they share oughhhh

(nsfw; mdni - wlw content)

just being tied up in all sorts of positions while rhinedottir "experiments" on you. seeing how many times she can make you finish, or making fancy toys for you to use when she's busy working

and alice would bring you with her on her interesting adventures. she'd get a kick out of fucking you in the most obscene places, daring you to act out so she can remind you that she's in charge

and if they share you? oh, they're making it a competition, discussing you as if you're not even there. talking big game about which one of them is better at satisfying women.

maybe they get a little too distracted with each other, but your pathetic whimpers bring them right back to their goal of, well, making their wife cum.

[angelic--kitty]

i just think beidou would love spanking idk

her hands are big and rough, perfect for making that sharp clap! as her hand connects with your ass

punishment or not, she's giving it to you like you're in big trouble. your ass will be sore afterwards, that's just given.

sometimes she'd bend you over her knee, have you count each one.

other times, she'll tie your hands behind your back and fold you over the bed in her captain's quarters, pulling you up by your hair and telling you to keep quiet.

just a thought

[angelic--kitty]

mavuika + breeding kink

warnings: smut (mdni), mavuika x sub!fem reader, wlw content, strap-on usage, cunnilingus, breeding kink, soft sex, size kink, bruises (she's strong)

a/n: are you not entertained???? also, mav is a family woman. she would love to have kids with you :(( and she's very gentle. also sorry it kinda goes right to the smut. i hope i wrote mavuika okay, it has been a while aksjdk.

her body hovers over yours on the bed, caging you in like a tiger that had finally caught its prey. one of her hands firmly holds both your wrists down, yet you don't bother squirming or wasting energy. you want this just as much as she does.

mavuika leans down, her breath ghosting over your cheek as her lips graze the shell of your ear. her knee slides up to press against your clothed cunt, eliciting a soft gasp from your own lips. you can feel her slight smile against your skin. "someone's excited." she hums.

"mavuika, don't tease-" you huff at her, watching her lean back up over you. her free hand comes to take your chin, pulling you in for a sweet, slow kiss.

she's aware of her own strength when it comes to you. of course, she knows you like it rough sometimes, but rough doesn't begin to describe her full potential. so she'll play along carefully.

you grind down against her knee while her tongue maps out your mouth. her hand flexes as it holds your wrist, sure to leave bruises that you'll be happy to admire tomorrow.

"mavuika..." you whine when she leans away. "where are you going?" she laughs, shaking her head, tapping your nose.

she fetches the strap, slowly unzipping her leather suit as you watch with wide eyes. you admire the expanses of skin she's revealed to you, particularly hovering over her full chest.

she sends you a little smile, tilting your chin playfully back up to her eyes while she leaves the rest of her suit bunched by her hips, fastening the strap over it.

before you can reach for her, she pushes you back down, settling to her knees on the floor. she yanks you by your hips, enjoying your little squeak as she spreads your thighs over her shoulders, sliding your panties to the side.

"pretty..." she comments, kissing over your thighs as you whimper, hips pushing up, eager to feel her tongue.

"please- please?" ah, your pleas are too cute for her to ignore.

she uses her tongue dutifully, lapping over you like you were her last meal. her hands grip your thighs, leaving bruises to match your wrists. you can hear her grunting against you, your back arching as you chase the feeling.

your hands take purchase in her hair, grasping at the soft strands as they tangle between your fingers. she allows you to ride her tongue, taking pleasure for yourself as you cry out her name.

she loves seeing you like this. so sweet and pliant. so eager.

once she's dragged you over the edge, she eases you back down, standing up to wipe her mouth and stare at your breathless form. she rests your legs back down, ensuring her strap was secure.

"are you tired?" she asks, hearing you scoff, rolling onto your stomach and propping your ass up for her.

"you're asking me that when you're about to fuck me. of course not."

she holds you up, fixing your arch into something picturesque as her tip bumps against your pussy. she slowly slides herself through your sensitive folds, eyeing every little reaction your body gives her.

"ready?" she always asks, even in the throes of pleasure. all she cares about is you.

you nod for her, peering back over your shoulder. "mhm... please."

she slides her strap in slowly, making sure your discomfort is minimal. she leans down, her warm, bare front pressing to your back. her breasts are so soft as they press against you, reminding you of her presence as she slides deeper into you.

"that's it, you're such a good girl for me." she smiles, pressing gentle kisses across your shoulders, up to your hair.

"move... please. need more-" you always give her the go-ahead, knowing she only wants to give what you are ready to take.

her hips move gingerly at first, as per usual. your hips are where her hands stay, digging in as she begins to tug you back against her rather than thrusting on her own. it's a silent reminder of her strength, and she knows you love it.

"more, please... want you to..." you grow quiet, mustering up the courage to beg for what you really want. "fill me up...want a baby with you, mav."

her hips stutter, hands flexing into your skin. "a baby?" she asks softly, hand sliding up to tilt your chin to face her.

you nod, looking shy. "whether it's possible... or not. i want a family with you. i know you'd be a wonderful mother." you admit shyly to her, leaning back a bit to press against her.

"sweetheart..." she breathes softly, her heart fluttering. your hips push back against hers, a silent plea to keep fucking you as she shudders. "you want a baby, huh? it won't happen today, but-" she pulls you up to your knees, caging your throat without pressing down as she sinks you lower on her strap while you whine. "we can try, that's for damn sure."

she bounces you like you're little more than a toy- albeit a very beloved one. you mewl with every thrust, listening to her little mumbles about having a family with you, filling you up, fucking you full.

it only sends you closer to the edge, feeling her slowly losing control. she grows rougher with her treatment, slamming her hips into yours, wishing desperately she could breed you right here, right now.

she pushes you back down onto the bed on your stomach, shoving your head into the soft pillows.

she fucks you like she means it, fast and hard as she feels you cumming around her, working you through it and beyond. "mav- mavuika- want-" your sentences turn to babbling as she watches you grow overwhelmed beneath her, only able to beg for her to fuck you harder.

and, oh, it feels so good to be her sweet little toy. you just hope she can find a way to really fill you up soon ♡

[angelic--kitty]

would arle be on the lengthier side or the thicker side?

sorry i've been gone so long, but i figured this is a nice ask to come back to.

oh, and good question!!! i'd like to think of it in terms of cock vs strap ;p

(nsfw 18+ utc - dick/strap discussion)

if arlecchino had a dick, i think she'd be more on the lengthier side! she's taller and toned, but still pretty slender. i'd like to think she has longer hands, too (better to nudge that sensitive spot of yours 😚). she'd have the same type of markings on her cock as she does on the rest of her body; a pretty gradient that she likes watching your lips slide down closer to her pelvis.

if arlecchino had a strap, well, who am i kidding- she has a collection. different ones to suit her different needs. sometimes, she wants length to watch you struggle to sink down fully on her, whining when she settles against your g-spot. other times, she wants girth so she can admire your pussy squeezing around her, desperately trying to fit all of her in. and, on other occasions, she needs both. perfect to get you squirming and crying for her while she urges orgasm after orgasm out of you!

[angelic--kitty]

shopping for an ejaculating strap w/arlecchino

warnings: nsfw themes (mdni), wlw content, breeding kink, modern!arlecchino x sub!fem reader, purchasing an ejaculating strap, arle going by "peruere"

a/n: back on my arlecchino bs. hope you missed me xoxo

you hold arlecchino's warm hand in your own clammy one, trailing along behind her as she guides you up and down the aisle, only half listening to the worker explaining things to you.

she's obviously taking this very seriously, looking at every product the worker is so diligently advertising, nodding sparsely or shaking her head when she wasn't impressed.

you awkwardly look around, not used to a place like this. well, not that you thought she would be either. it's almost embarrassing how thorough your wife is.

"perrie-" you softly speak up, letting her hand fall from yours as she adjusts her glasses, setting the box down. "did you... find what you're looking for yet?"

"not quite." she shrugs, glancing at the worker who quietly excused themself back to the registers. "perhaps it would be best to have something custom made. though i expected more from an exclusive store." she mumbled to herself.

"is it really that specific?" you asked, surprised as she nods.

"i want it to be as real as possible for both of us." at her words, you can feel your skin heat up, shifting back to fan your face.

"you are absolutely shameless!" you gasp, lightly batting her shoulder. "i guess i didn't realize you- well- that it meant so much to you."

her face softens as she gently cups your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. "i know i've dragged you out of your element here, and for that, i apologize. but-" she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment before leaning down to ghost her lips across your ear.

"i want it to feel and look as real as possible when i finally get to fill you up." her hands lightly squish your cheeks before she suddenly straightens up, ignoring the flustered mess you've become in front of her.

she gestures for you to follow her, holding her arm out for you to hold. "i suppose i've teased you enough for one day, yes?"

"yes! yes definitely." you scoff, face on fire as you follow her back to the car, ignoring the looks from the employees and praying to the archons nobody heard her.

[angelic--kitty]

Arle's boss form makes me go feral.. I need her boobs in my face so bad!! 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。could I request something like that w/ Arle? Bonus points if there scissoring bc DAMN we're severely lacking scissor content on this site !!

scissoring w/ arlecchino

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, dom!arlecchino, boobs...., scissoring, oral, mentions of strap

a/n: your wish is my command 🫡🫡 i totally get it. while this isnt her boss form, i hope you accept this ;w;

arlecchino hovered near the closet, perusing the options she could use for tonight. she felt you saunter over, your footsteps soft on the red carpet before you gently touched her bicep.

"not tonight." you mumble against her shoulder. "no strap. just you."

she exhales softly, nodding as she peers at you over her shoulder. "very well. if it would please you."

"of course it does." you smile at her, making her lips quirk up the slightest bit as she follows you back to the bed.

you pull her clothes off slowly, teasingly, tracing your fingers down her arms and chest, flicking over her nipples. she grows slightly impatient when you play with the button of her pants, watching her yank them off and push you down.

"oof-" you huff at her. "i'm delicate!"

finally, you earn a little smile from her as her hand keeps you pressed to the bed. "and you're much too covered for my liking." she tears your clothes right off, careful not to scratch you with her nails, until you're both stark naked, pressed against one another.

when she kisses you, it feels warm, like fire that consumes your mouth, your brain, and your body. she slides her tongue over yours while you squeeze her biceps, squirming underneath her until she finally presses her fingers to your pussy.

you are, of course, riled up, dripping for her, yet she makes no comment. she only moves to press her cunt to yours, leaving her chest close to your face as you whine, rolling your hips up against hers.

"oh- archons-" your face pushes against her soft chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her clit grazing yours.

she doesn't speak, only grunting, as she begins to find a suitable pace. eventually, with the help of your little moans, she begins to grumble soft praises to you, ones that make you squirm even more. she can tell you're desperate and aching to both cum and feel her cumming against you.

your tongue messily laps at her tits, laving over her nipple as she sighs heavily. "pretty-" you gasp, your hands coming up to squeeze them and keep your grip on reality with how roughly she rubs against you.

her eyebrows furrow as you play with her, thumbs working over her nipples as her own hips stutter, pace faltering.

she shoves you down harder, letting your mouth stay pressed to the skin of her breast, leaving pretty little marks only she will see while she drives the both of you impossibly close to the edge.

"cum for me." she urges, head falling forward to allow her hair to cascade around you. and, oh, you do, leaving a beautiful mess all over both of you as she follows not long after.

though, as you catch your breath, you see her sinking to her knees, parting your thighs. "wait-"

"i'm not finished. lie back down." her eyes find yours, searing hot with lust and pride as she runs her sharp fingers through your glistening mess. your chest heaves as you eye the red marks you've left on her, and you know, even after this, she won't be quite satiated yet.

perhaps you will find yourself helping her pick a strap out after all.

[angelic--kitty]

🏃🏃🚶 THREESOME WITH XILONEN AND DEHYA

xilonen x reader x dehya thoughts

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, threesome, dom!xilonen and dehya, sub!fem reader, oral, strap usage

two big, soft, warm kitty ladies.....

i purrsonally (:3) believe they're both doms but of a different type. dehya would be a softer dom or service top, just taking care of you, fucking you and making sure you're feeling good. wiping your hair away from your face, caressing your cheeks, checking in with you.

xilonen could go either way. she might want to take out her frustrations, or let someone else take charge since work drains her. some days she'll have you on all fours. other days, she'll have you ride her face or strap.

either way, they both would want to make you feel good. before they even think about fucking you, they take their time prepping you. it just depends on your mood.

if you want fingers, dehya has you covered. she'll even cut them in advance, just say the word.

if you want to be eaten out, xilonen is on it. her tongue is slightly rough, but it feels so good on your clit, and she knows it.

i think a nice little scenario for them would be xilonen laying underneath you, squeezing your hips, teasing them with her sharp claws while you ride her strap. dehya would wait her turn patiently, taking your attention by kissing you so softly, playing with your tits. xilonen doesn't mind; honestly it's a great view.

and when they're ready to switch, xilonen is happy to have you lay down and get thoroughly fucked while she rides your face, letting her tail tickle your skin. and dehya is more than happy to let you finger her or eat her out too at the end. or, if you're really spent, xilonen is always happy to help her out too...