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[mikae10]

Uncensored ver on my X(Mi1mika) :P EXTRA ONE ON X TOO CAUSE I DONT THINK I CAN POST HERE

[mikae10]

Arlecchino is the Nr. 1 yearner of the country and that doesn’t even do her justice. That woman will be putting you through the mattress after a tiring day, nails digging into the soft muscles on your ass as the bed just slams against the wall with each time her hips meet yours in an almost animalistic rhythm. She just missed you so much, she couldn’t help herself. She‘s grown tired of her hand long ago, it‘s just not the same as your walls tightening around her length, welcoming her so dearly as she ruts into her beloved wife as if it were but a lifesaving task. As if she could somehow fuck the curse flowing through her veins right out with you.

It‘s the only time where the Knave allows herself to voice her desperation by soft mewls and almost agonizing moans of your name as her hand gets a hold of the headboard and now she‘s really showing you a way to poundtown. She just couldn’t get enough of this. Of those beautiful tears clumping your lashes together, the sweat lending your body a beautiful glow underneath the soft moonlight as her abdomen grows boneless yet once again before you feel her seed filling your already stuffed cunt. Her body shivering in pleasure just like your legs can’t seem to stop kicking from this bolt of ecstasy shooting down your spine over and over again. The remains of her high would slowly ooze out of the sides where her sensitive shaft meets your opening, your just that full of her when her dick looses its hardness inside of you, unlike the hungry glow in those crimson x‘s mustering your fucked figure.

She always wondered what a cum-stuffed pussy tasted like anyways.

[mikae10]

Hi!!! I have a request, Arlecchino ×dom!fem!reader. Do you think Arlecchino would agree to shibari (bondage technique)? And if so, what would have happened if the reader had teased her until Arlecchino became desperate?

((p.s. thank you for creating such works for us..)

for the sake of ease for myself, i will be combining this request too. i am going to assume it means that arlecchino will be transfem! for this so i hope that is okay. while i personally do not think arlecchino would agree to it because she would be giving up too much control for her to be comfortable, even if it was easy for her to break out. you would have to beg her constantly and catch her on a really good day for her to agree! ♡

sub! transfem! arlecchino x dom! fem! reader contains: shibari, arle has a cock, oral sex (arle receiving), hand job, mentions of penetrative sex, edging, begging, this is filthy af

“comfortable, love?” you question, as you finish the last knot over her bare body, tightening a bit as you kiss the back of her ear. a moment is spent examining your ropework, an intricate bind that tied her arms together behind her back as she kneels. you run a finger through her unbraided hair, weaving through them delicately before tracing your fingers down her spine. that earns you a soft suction of breath from her and just the slightest arch of her back. 

“yes,” she murmurs, testing the confines of the red rope with some movements. in truth, she could snap these binds like nothing with just a swipe of her clawed fingers, but she allows you to have your amusement. you deserve a reward, she would like to think. 

you hum in response, scooting closer to her and gently leaning her back against the pillows. you finally take the time to truly admire your work. the knave had never been as vulnerable as she is now–this side of her only you get to see, and how lucky you are. you knew about her past, and just how much she has gone through, and you feel high off of knowing just how much trust and love she has for you to allow her to do this. she was no longer scared of the vulnerability she had with you, not like she had when the two of you first started seeing each other, no longer scared about being loved and trusting you with all of her. you can tell that she is still uncomfortable, unused to the feeling of being so unguarded and even bound, but she struggled as little as possible for you. oh, what she would do for you.

you lean into her, caging her between your arms, trapping her between you and the pillows while you straddle her crotch. you place a kiss on her mouth, a passionate, slow, and intimate dance of lips that forms. arlecchino usually was the aggressor, all firey, needy, and possessive when she was the one in charge, but this time, she lets you lead. you place a hand behind her head, skimming your fingers through her strands as you kiss her. you break away with one more chaste peck against the corner of her lips. 

“you're doing so good,” you whisper, and dear archon, the softest groan comes from her. the two of you knew she was not easily aroused by praise but perhaps this position changes things. you look down at her throbbing cock, already stiff and waiting for your touch, her tip leaking profusely already. you coo at the needy sight, running a tip from her base to her blackened head and swiping up some of her precum. another grunt comes from her. you know that she is repressing any whimpers. 

“pretty,” you comment. you coil a hand around her dick, collecting her essence and spreading it over to make the slide easy as you lift your hand up and down. arlecchino groans, drawn out and lewd, tipping back her head. you click your tongue, your free hand coming to her chin to guide her gaze back down. 

“i want you to see yourself,” you say to her. you slide your hand up, squeezing a bit more as you reach the top. another drop of precum squeezes out and you feel her tense up just from seeing how aroused she was. 

“please,” she whispers, barely audible to you, bucking her hips. 

“tell me what you need, love,” you prodded her. 

arlecchino is not one to beg. you are more than aware of this fact. 

you release your hand from around her before slinking back, crouching down until your face was level with her sex. she gasps, realizing what you are about to do. you raise your mouth over her tip, hot air blowing across the slit that makes her shiver, arching her spine as she tilts her head. she rewards you with a strangled sigh and another fruitless thrust of her hips. 

“love,” she calls out in an unnaturally needy tone. it is the closest point she will get to begging… for now. 

“yes, arle?” 

“don't… don't tease.” 

“and if i do?” 

if she were any saner, she would threaten you with hours of overstimulation and a pounding of a lifetime. but in this position, she had already relinquished all power, all authority over you. she is yours, utterly and devotely. hence why she stays silent, nothing more than another exhale as her answer as you continue your torment. 

you flick your tongue over her slit, just barely grazing her, only enough to collect and taste some of her arousal. finally, a chink in her armor, a throaty whine from the usually composed woman, like a hymm from the heavens. you continue the kitten licks, swiping over her head, before traveling down, languid, small swipes of your tongue over her. all the while your eyes are set on her, determined to capture every flustered and lewd expression of her, albeit there wasn't much on her face. eyes squeezed shut, cheeks tinted with pink, and her eyelids fluttering with each contact. she tries to suppress any noises by biting onto her lip but you fix that but wrapping your lips around her tip abruptly. a gasp breaks through her seal, and her eyes fly open again to observe you. 

“fuck,” is all she can say, a rare moment of lost restraint for her usually calculated speech, and you feel her throb in your mouth. if she could get any harder, she would have. you take this as an initiative to slide down further, swallowing up more of her until you finally reach the base, your nose tickled by her tuft of snow white hair. another grunt comes from her, and you feel the shuffle of the rope rub against her skin. you begin to move your mouth, your throat closing around her pleasantly all while your tongue swirls around her. regardless of the sounds she makes, pleas or whimpers, you do not stop your relentless pace, the assault of your mouth.

“love, oh, please, dear–fuck–please,” she babbles, any speech slurred by the sensation of your warm and wet walls clamping down on her. she feels her peak approach, and it is taking every bit of restraint for her not to snap these bounds and fuck herself into your welcoming lips, to chase her high. 

“i'm going to–” she stops when an involuntary whine interrupts her, caused by your lips releasing her. she finally cracks open her eyes, desperate crimson x's searching yours, begging you to continue, to help her find her climax. 

“i need you to tell me what you want, arle,” you say with the sweetest lilt, despite knowing you are killing her. 

there breaks the dam. the knave finally caves. “please. please make me cum.”

you smirk, before descending down upon her like she was your prey. It does not take long for her to cum, and in a matter of a few moments, thick ropes of white spills into your throat. you take the load gracefully, swallowing what you could before wiping away what you couldn't. you rise onto your knees, straddling her again and letting her taste her own arousal from your lips. 

“you didn't think we were done, did you?” you grin teasingly. a whimper is the only reply you get. 

so if she came inside the instant your pussy coiled around her and you sank down? no one would know that the knave could do such a thing except you and her. 

[mikae10]

hey sigma. gorge name btw, ANYWHOWAYWHAT… moving forward. so im praying u actually write for arle and i hope i didnt read it wrong :3……….

could you do a fanfic of arle x reader on their first date 👉👈 like ever. they both have never been on a date before. duhh its first date… BUT YA. super fluffy. pink fluffy unicorns typa fluff.

plz 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ty if u actually respond <3

Going on a first date with Arlecchino

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> I like to imagine that she's secretly a loser especially when she was younger and inexperienced with relationships.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> none.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, first date, a bit awkward, Arlecchino is a gentleman.

۫ ꣑ৎ Arlecchino is surprisingly nervous for your first date. Not that she would ever admit it, of course. But the way she spends just a little too long fixing her tie, the way she glances at her reflection to check her hair again and again… it’s clear she wants everything to be perfect. She’s never done this before and especially never with someone who makes her heart beat like this.

۫ ꣑ৎ She shows up exactly on time. Not a second too early, not a second too late. That’s just who she is — precise and intentional. When she sees you waiting, she freezes for a moment. You look beautiful. You always do, but seeing you like this, it makes something soft bloom inside her chest.

۫ ꣑ৎ The first few minutes are awkward. Arlecchino tries to act composed, but her posture is a little too stiff, her words a little too formal. You both stumble over your words, accidentally walking in the same direction— but then you laugh, and just like that, the tension begins to melt. It’s clumsy, but it’s real.

۫ ꣑ৎ She planned the entire date herself. A quiet stroll through a garden just outside the city, where no one would interrupt. Arlecchino wanted something peaceful, somewhere you could talk and just be yourselves. Every detail was thought through: the time of day, the weather, even the path with the best views of the sunset. She wanted it to feel like a dream — your dream.

۫ ꣑ৎ Arlecchino walks beside you with her hands behind her back, stealing glances at you when you’re not looking. When you do catch her, she quickly clears her throat and pretends to be observing the scenery. But there’s a faint blush dusting her cheeks and a barely-hidden smile tugging at her lips.

۫ ꣑ৎ When you get to a secluded bench surrounded by roses, she hesitates before sitting. Arlecchino dusts it off for you first, gestures for you to sit, and only when you do, she sits next to you — but not too close, just enough that your shoulders almost touch.

۫ ꣑ৎ She packed a little picnic. Nothing too extravagant — she didn’t want to overwhelm you. Just some warm tea in a thermos, small sweets she actually made herself (though she’ll never admit how long it took), and soft cloth napkins she folded herself. 

۫ ꣑ৎ Arlecchino is a gentleman to her core. She always opens doors, steps to the outside of the path, and offers her hand when you step over uneven ground. But today, she’s also just a little extra gentle — brushing a petal from your hair with such soft fingers, you barely feel it. 

۫ ꣑ৎ As the sun sets, Arlecchino takes a deep breath and quietly offers you her coat. You hadn’t even said you were cold, but she noticed anyway. She drapes it over your shoulders so delicately, her fingers brushing your skin for just a moment. You thank her, and her voice falters slightly as she says “of course.” Her mind is already replaying that touch over and over.

۫ ꣑ৎ When it’s time to say goodbye, neither of you really wants to leave. You stand together under the soft glow of a lantern, hearts full and words caught in your throats. Arlecchino looks at you like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. Instead, she gently takes your hand, lifts it to her lips, and kisses your knuckles. It's her first kiss, and she gives it to you like it’s a promise.

[mikae10]

late night thoughts about desperate arle god i need her BAD.

what if she is on a strict no-sex-rule.

take an injury as reason for the death penalty, but just SOMETHING about starving the fourth fatui harbinger of your pussy is just SO NGH. having this walking symbol of power and authority on her literal knees, BEGGING you to at least let her have a taste of you as long as she may feel something.

„ma amour, s'il te plaît- je ferai n'importe quoia-”, she‘d mumble as needy lips ghost over the plush of your inner thighs, leaving a trail of burning kisses along your skin.

„my love, please- i will do anything-”

god forbid you tell one of snezhnaya‘s most feared diplomats that she is to refrain from any penetrating intercourse with her wife. she had to ask the doctor to repeat herself twice.

this equals a death sentence.

arlecchino is a master of many talents. assassinations. sword-fighting. poisoning. negotiating. keeping the upper hand in any conversation.

but resisting her wife? her perfect, utterly gorgeous wife?

you are expecting a little much from her, aren’t you?

the first few weeks were no match for her. a few naughty thoughts here and there but with time, the urging feeling in her pants grew. and suddenly everything you did seemed to affect her. hard.

showing some cleavage? she can’t seem to rip her eyes off of you.

tying up your hair in a ponytail? a certain image of you with a full mouth of her will burn itself into her imagination.

coming out of the shower in nothing but a towel covering you? her pants are suddenly getting awfully tight.

having to lay next to you in the same bed? she is going fucking feral.

and she is hitting rock bottom right now.

„arle… you have to be careful with your wound- c-come on get up from the floor, it’s cold…“, you patted her toned shoulders in order to signal her to finally stand back up from her knees. even if your pussy was screaming for her.

„i‘m fine down here- i‘m not at risk in this position, my love- i‘ll be good, i promise-”, her mouth finally pressed a kissed to your already damp slip, „so good….“

goodness. goodness her begging is doing things to you.

you didn’t know she had that kind of tone in herself. to plea for mercy in form of your cunt as she peppers desperate kisses all over your clothed slit. whimpers finding their ways over her lips as she chants your name like a prayer to the gods.

you merely pushed your panties aside for her.

and she let out a whine so fucking pathetic at the sight of your slick pussy it almost pushes you over the fucking edge.

acting like a starving woman over her wife’s intimate parts.

they called her insane for good.

[mikae10]

"Came so soon?"