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mikae10 · 7 days ago

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—“Birthday evening.„

feat. Leona — explicit, genderneutral reader, creampie, quite messy but full of love, happy birth to my darling :)

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You knew he’d be in there waiting: stretched out and shirtless, draped across the silk decorated bed for a special occasion, colors that fit his royal title, one arm resting behind his head and twirling his curl around his finger while the other one rested on his thigh.

"Took you long enough (Name)."

"I came to spoil you, it's your birthday afterall." stepping inside and letting the doors fall shut behind you, Leona clicked his tongue once you were close to him, hand up from his thigh to wrap around your wrist and tug you closer until you were kneeling next to him on the bed.

"Mm," nuzzling into your palm with a deep inhale, "so what’re you gonna give me? I know you didn’t come all this way just for chat."

You smiled and leaned in, letting your lips brush over his cheeks before finally kissing him on his lips before he could say anything. Deep, greedy and tail whipping the bed, Leona kiss you back with need, faintly tasting the wine you had.

Your hands found his shoulders, nails dragging against his suit, Leona's hands found their way under your clothes, fingers groping your chest, you leaned further against him, eyes close and steady breathing, fingers now holding his arms as you were melting in his warm touch all over the aera of your nipples He all but melted under your touch.

"Oh look at you, all obedient under my touch…what a sweet gift."

You didn’t answer with words, just a smirk as you pins Leona on his back on the bed, the two of you already half-naked at the messy kiss, Leona's interest grew at your boldness, his tail brush over his lap, hinting at you to pull down his pants.

"I ain’t planning on letting you leave this bed, so, go ahead…please."

Please? Hearing him saying it in a soft tone made you click your teeth, before a light smirk grew on your face.

Lusty breathing against your skin, Leona’s gaze dragged over you, your chest, and your hips that were boucing up and down on his cock, the heat of his skin pressing inside yours and hitting your walls in differents angles, earning moans out of your lips.

"You said you came to spoil me…" His hands slid up your thighs, possessive grip settled on your hips."But i have loads of stamina…sure you’re up for the job?"

He buried his cock a bit deeper, enough to not slip out before in one rapid move, Leona rolled and pinned you beneath him, the weight of his body pressing down as you continuously let out whimpers to moans. Leona's mouth found your neck as he starts to leave biting marks and soothed them with his tongue, making you arch at the feeling mixing with pleasure.

"I want more of that sound. Mm…(Name)."

Leona just loves to watch your composure fall under him, especially for him, and he was glad to savor his birthday gift. His tail curls around your leg as he began to thrust in and out at his own rhythm, his grip on your hips tightened and dragging you down against him with each deep thrust, voice falling into a tangle of praise and swears.

Room thick with the sound of your shared breaths, slap of skin, the creak of the bed while he drove inside you again and again, he also resumed his bites on you neck that turned into kisses. Claiming your whole being.

"Can you feel this? Mine, you are mine." Leona murmured into your ear, hips grinding deeper.

"Leona—" you gasped, and he swallowed the rest of your plea in a kiss, distracting you from the climax that twisted in you after long minutes that were probably hours, following by Leona who came with a final deep push and a broken whine of your name, he rested his cock against your stomach while looking at his cum coming out of you, panting into your neck as both of you stayed in the same position for a short period, skin slick and heart pounding.

"Oh wow…"

Discovering the marks that Leona left all over your neck and the rest of your upper body while inspecting your reflection in the bathroom’s mirror surprises you as you brush the love bites decorating your skin, hissing at the sensation.

And Leona took the situation lightly, a smile on his face as he rolled on his bed until he reached the edge, looking at you from the open bathroom.

"You’re insane."

"Well, i had to savor my gift."

His emerald eyes were reflecting a unapologetic look, lazily handing you out his hand as a way to signal you to come closer, immediately pulling you back in bed once here. Playfully attempting to break free from his grasp, Leona interrupted your actions the moment that he pressed a few pecks on a few bites.

"That was a great birthday gift though...loved it all the way."

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mikae10 · 7 days ago

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—“Birthday evening.„

feat. Leona — explicit, genderneutral reader, creampie, quite messy but full of love, happy birth to my darling :)

template by cobosxv on devientart

"Took you long enough (Name)."

"Mm," nuzzling into your palm with a deep inhale, "so what’re you gonna give me? I know you didn’t come all this way just for chat."

"Oh look at you, all obedient under my touch…what a sweet gift."

"I ain’t planning on letting you leave this bed, so, go ahead…please."

Please? Hearing him saying it in a soft tone made you click your teeth, before a light smirk grew on your face.

"You said you came to spoil me…" His hands slid up your thighs, possessive grip settled on your hips."But i have loads of stamina…sure you’re up for the job?"

"I want more of that sound. Mm…(Name)."

"Can you feel this? Mine, you are mine." Leona murmured into your ear, hips grinding deeper.

"Oh wow…"

And Leona took the situation lightly, a smile on his face as he rolled on his bed until he reached the edge, looking at you from the open bathroom.

"You’re insane."

"Well, i had to savor my gift."

"That was a great birthday gift though...loved it all the way."

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mikae10 · 14 days ago

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a/n: ah, manservice in the form of arlecchino, greatest wifehusband you could ever have. If i end up with a lesbian i pray PRAY HARD it will be like her. she’s my type aheheh… i wrote this listening to please don’t… by k.will, wiege, and fuckass love wins all by my goat IU i had NO sexy ahh songs on queue for this one so sorry for the not-so explicit snippet i had to distract myself from the fact that i used to crush on someone like her. oh, also just one day from hit boyband bts hahahahahaharuman neowa naega hamkkehal su itdamyeon

transfem!arlecchino x pregnant! reader NSFW!!! minors dni

word count: 2k words

cw: arle has a dick here, reader steps on her dick (she’ll be fine), touching boobies, reader is pissed, sub!(kinda) arle (she’ll be fine pt.2), bondage (arle receiving, she’ll be fine pt. 3 she did it to herself)

Happy Wife, Happy Life

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“You’re going to be a father.”

“I am a ‘Father’. What are you talking about?”

“We’re having a child, Perrie.”

“We have children…? Dearest, what do you mean?”

You could feel the blood rush to your head in both exasperation and frustration, unable to find the appropriate words to break the news to your beloved who was occupied by her pet tarantula. You cussed out the tiny arthropod in your head for stealing your dear Peruere’s attention, your petty attitude amplified by your already foul mood. As you were about to turn away to avoid getting more pissed, Arlecchino calls out for you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Just where do you think you’re going? Excusing yourself without telling me, that’s new. Say your mind or I might catch on to how you’ve been increasingly irritable for the past few days,” Arlecchino turns around to face you. You couldn’t tell if she was bored or genuinely irritated with you and you shake your head, which you were met with a click of your wife’s tongue. With a deep breath, you lay the news out in the open.

“We, as in we,” you point to the both of you, “had sex on a whim when I surprised you on one of your tamer missions. Did you really think there wouldn’t be a chance for you to father a child that way?”

The harbinger merely blinks at you for a while before giving you a smile that almost resembled a smirk, making your blood boil for no reason. She walks towards her moody wife and pats your head, barely escaping the ire of her beloved.

“Forgive me, my dear, if you felt that I had no knowledge of you being with child.”

“...”

–

It was quite easy to spot the difference in her wife’s behavior, Arlecchino thinks with full confidence. The random increase of pillows on your shared bed, your sudden refusal of the wine you would usually down in a heartbeat, your unusual dislike for the food you used to like, Arlecchino’s difficulty in pulling you out of your bed during the morning, the snappy attitude directed only at her but surprisingly never at the children at the House of the Hearth… They were all pointing to the fact that her dear wife was with child even before you got the courage to tell her the truth. Knowing you, she had already expected the foul mood that would follow planting a seed in her beloved. Still, nothing could have prepared her for how you were gripping her rather tightly as you exchanged a rather messy kiss with the usually proud harbinger pinned back to the table. She was still standing however, keeping a finger on your chin to keep your lips on her own.

“Calm down, cherie,” Arlecchino pauses their frenzied kiss, meeting your heated gaze. “I’ve treated you nicely, haven’t I? I make sure you eat healthier food even if you get mad at me for serving you such.”

“You irritate me through the roof everyday, and you knew all along. I had no more element of surprise for you, and now you say that. What makes you say that exactly, huh?” you reply with a bitter taste in her tongue. You notice the soft flush of your wife’s cheeks from your tone but you brush it off as the room being too stuffy and you being too close. You get off of Arlecchino and put some space between you two, keeping your hands to yourself. “It’s pissing me off too, feeling pissy all the time.”

“I understand, your distress is my fault, isn’t it? I know, darling.”

To you, her tone was suspiciously agreeable. Too yielding. Arlecchino takes a hold of your hand before bringing it to her cheek, leaning down and rubbing her face on your palm. The next words the harbinger lays out in the open quickly directed your irritation to a sudden rush of arousal, her voice going straight to your core.

“If only you would take it out on me honestly instead of weighing it around… What good of a spouse would I be if my wife doesn’t get angry with me for being such a disservice?”

Your eyes widened at the unusual display of submission by your usually imposing spouse. Arlecchino gives you a smirk and leans forward, acting as if she was the teasing minx between the two of you. “How easy it is to read you, darling,” she murmurs, walking you back up to the couch. Before you could feel the couch hit your knees, Arlecchino drops herself down on the seat, turning you around to look down at her. As you motion to sit down on her lap, Arlecchino spreads her legs open, preventing you from sitting down. Once Arlecchino saw that annoyed look in your eyes again, she felt blood rush south immediately. She waits for you to make a move, throw a snide remark, or express your frustration. Anything, if it meant you tapping the string of her intricate web. Knowing that later, you would fall right into her trap. Emboldened by utter irritation and strange lust, you make a move and pin the harbinger’s shoulders down the couch, your tone bringing out the truth of how pissed and horny you were.

“You piss me off, that’s no mystery. For that, wouldn’t it grant me a free pass of frustrating you in turn, yes?” you begin unzipping her fly to reveal her boxers. Before your hand covers the obvious tent in Arlecchino’s slip, you murmur softly to implicitly ask for her consent. “Is it fair? Tell me, my dear.”

Arlecchino smiles softly at her wife, fully realizing that her beloved wasn’t truly gone in her anger. She brings her wife’s hand to the tent in her underwear, guiding it to rub herself through the straining fabric. Arlecchino then leaves your hand there before putting her own hands behind her back, restraining herself with her own blood-red strings conjured by her power.

“It is a decision made by me with a level head and you, with a level head as well, despite the sour look on your face. You have no reason to worry, cherie. I’m all yours.”

You waste no time in squeezing her shaft through her boxers, earning you a soft grunt from her. You trace a finger along the length of it until you find the damp patch that betrayed the position of Arlecchino’s tip. You merely graze the damp patch with a fingernail, letting out a playful scoff when you see the harbinger furrow her brows and hold back a hitched breath.

“Hmm, I think you can get off right under here,” you tap on her clothed tip, “so we can keep things neat on your couch. But… I fear something else will please me more than your leaky cock, my dear.”

You remove your hand from Arlecchino’s bulge much to her dismay to trail up to her breasts. You unbutton her dress shirt to let your hand slip beneath the fabric and touch your wife’s tits. The harbinger’s breath hitches when she feels her wife’s cool hand slip into her bra cup, cupping her sensitive peak. You see no resistance from your lover and you move your fingers to roll her nipple between your fingers, earning you the sight of your dear Arlecchino biting back a whimper and arching her back towards her touch. A sadistic thrill shows up on your teeth as you see your put-together wife fall apart right in your hands.

“Sensitive now, are we? Just a few light touches, am I that good?”

“Don’t push it, cherie.”

“With what authority, my dear?” you pull your lover’s bra straps down to tease her bosom further, circling, flicking, even pinching. You feel Arlecchino try to keep herself together with deep, shuddering breaths to no fail. You then look down to see that your wife had kept her legs together to get some sort of friction for her aching dick and you let out a click of your tongue. You sit down on her lap and keep her legs still, earning you a grunt from the frustrated woman.

“You get off when I say you get off,” you coo softly in her ear, zipping her pants back up. Arlecchino felt as if a bucket of cold water splashed down on her head followed by a spider skittering down her spine once she saw you stand back up in front of her and felt your heel apply a gentle pressure on the tent on her pants.

“Easy on me, dearest… I’m not this cruel to you, am I correct?” Arlecchino taunts, makes a move in “struggling” with her bound hands, swaying her shoulders as an act of defiant submission. A stifled whimper slipped out of her lips when you pressed your foot down harder and rubbed her dick side to side, immediately humbling her to quiet down.

“Oh but you are, Perrie.” you let go of your husband’s erection and lean close to her, tugging her closer by the collar. “Removing my pillows, breathing too loud, putting bitter gourd in my meal… You’re purposefully setting me off to get this.” You get greeted by the sharp intake of air from Arlecchino when you let go of your lover’s collar and your foot lets go of her poor dick. The harbinger takes a deep breath before talking once more, feigning a pleading look once more to get in your good graces.

“My, I must have mistreated you too much, is there any way for me to make up for this?”

That tone again. Setting you up to lose your footing, to make your falter, to second-guess your choice, her punishment. You merely narrow your eyes towards your husband, which Arlecchino understands as getting caught. You were getting caught. She merely flashes you a smile, as confusing as it was charming. However, as dangerous as it was, you barely put up a fight, not when your husband was the image of a tasty treat, a blood-red strawberry-filled tart dusted with confectioner’s sugar. Sweetness with the sour taste of persuasion. As your resolve began to crumble, you hissed and stopped playing with your food, letting go of Arlecchino entirely.

“Tch, you’re good at this,” you click your tongue as the harbinger dispels the blood-red strings that bound her wrists and stands up to cup your face and give you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Oh please, it’s only right I please my wife with everything I have,” Arlecchino muses with sarcasm barely hidden in her words. She turns to let you sit down on the couch carefully, not wanting to rush her prey. After all, her dear wife had precious cargo to care for. She looks down with an impish look, knowing she’s caught you hook, line, and sinker before whispering straight-up filth in your ear, administering her last bit of venom to stun her beloved. You were stunned effectively, your earlier irritation dying down in your tongue.

“Care to accept my apology, my dear?”

Peruere didn’t have to ask, she was forgiven quite some time ago. The sweet taste of forgiveness greets Arlecchino’s tongue as her lips meet yours, her charcoal hands gently pushing you towards the sofa back.

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mikae10 · 17 days ago

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degenerate arlecchino has hit the alba pentagon and it’s all i think about lately so enjoy this nasty shit

cw: arle‘s fat dick, masturbation

„Peruere, I have to leave for work… C‘mon, let go of me…“, you whispered loud enough for your Husband to hear as your fingers stroke through the soft strands of her hair. At this point, you have been trying to get out of her arms for the past twenty minutes but with no success. Her first meeting of the day got called off last evening, so the Harbinger could actually allow herself this amount of laziness in the morning for once. You didn‘t have that luxury.

„Who said you have to work in the place… I could support you financially with ease.“, she mumbled into your chest before slowly looking up to you. To be honest, she looks unbelievably innocent with the tousled hair and her sleep driven face. It‘s pretty rare for her to sleep this well throughout one night, the night terrors only ever added to her exhaustion.

„That may be true… but I still would like to leave for work.“, all her efforts in talking you out of work for the morning- tossed out the window like that. Arlecchino had no choice but to oblige by rolling off of you with a groan onto her back, the blanket doing little to cover up anything above her v-line. Celestia had to lend you the needed strength to avert your eyes from your Husband‘s trained body. Phew, that one scar right in the middle of her chest…

Work!!! You had to get ready for work. With a heavy pussy- I mean heart- you got up from your shared bed and started shedding out of your nightgown as you walked up to the chair where you already laid out your clothes for today.

Much to your Husband‘s approval. She‘d never pass on a free stripshow from her wife in the morning. The way your back muscles moved as you pulled your gown off before you aimlessly threw it behind you, the piece of clothing landing right on Arlecchino‘s head who seemingly couldn‘t care less.

Goodness, such a nice smell.

She merely shoved the cloth off her head to keep on gawking at you, only to realize that your slip seemingly followed right after onto the bed, leaving you bare for her eyes to savor the sight.

She shouldn’t get this hard over the mere sight of your naked body.

She really shouldn’t.

But she did.

And with that, the slip that rested besides her was gone in the blink of an eye.

„You‘re staring.“, you noted as you put on your bra, a teasing smile playing around your lips as you purposely faced her with your ass. Doesn’t seem like the scratch marks have faded away yet…

„I know.“, you missed how her voice slightly trembled with self control or how she shifted one leg up to cover up the obvious tent between her thighs. When did her chest grow so unbelievably tight? This felt like seeing you naked for the first time all over again.

„Not even subtle about it…“, you clicked your tongue before letting out a soft chuckle when you put on a new pair of panties before moving over to put on the dress you got yourself a little over two weeks ago. With her money.

„I have no reason to be subtle about the attraction I feel towards my Wife.“, she almost scoffed a little with her words. Do you really expect her to not look?

Her boxers were starting to hurt by the time you were going through your morning routine, now all dolled up for… work instead of her as you bent down to press your lips to her forehead.

„That won‘t do.“, she mumbled slightly annoyed as a hand in your neck guided you down so she could finally connect your lips with each other. She was so fucking hard. She still had the opportunity to take your throat yet… she didn’t want to hold you up any longer.

After you left, the Harbinger simply spent a good few minutes staring up at the ceiling, hoping the painful ache inside her pants will eventually go down on its own, but the more she thought about it- about how your ass looked at her, how beautiful your tits spilled out of your bra and those fading marks on your neck… pair that with the slip still clutched between her hand- her dick suddenly sprung free all on its own. A groan falling from her lips as Arlecchino stared down at the tip that’s already leaking with her precum, screaming at her to just… wrap the piece of fabric around her dirty shaft, burying her face into your nightgown that is still heavy with your scent. The Knave never felt more pathetic. Working her wives worn underwear up and down her cock, fontainian curses of all kind leaving her mouth with the slightly breathless groans she can’t quite hold back. Did you always smell this intoxicating? It almost felt like it was your hand jerking her off and not her own- god, what she would give for your tight pussy swallowing her up right now. The way your tits would bounce in front of her face as you rode her senseless, her hand now flying faster over her cock.

This behavior wasn’t fit for a person of her importance. But she couldn’t stop herself either with how deeply her nose was buried in your sleepwear, how your panties were already drenched with her arousal. The moment she felt her thighs tense up and her abdomen growing boneless, the image of you with a mouth full her just had to take a seat in front of her closed eyes. How teary your eyes were from trying to fit her in, lashes all clumped together with your mascara ruined and your lipstick smeared along her shaft. Celestia have mercy. She can’t continue like this. She‘ll have you delivered home otherwise.

With another frustrated groan she released her half-hard boner from her grip, her usually black hand now covered in the milky white of her orgasm that already made its way into the sheets. Great, she‘ll have to get the bed changed too. The slip however… how on earth is she supposed to clean this without you getting wind of it? She can’t ask any of the maids to clean it for her, Tsaritsa forbid.

Only one thing that could help her get a hold of herself.

A cold shower.

Arlecchino also ended up taking care of the rest of her needs in there, much to her dislike.

Maybe she used your towel for it, too. Obviously replaced it with a fresh one.

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