#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴

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𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘' 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 ☄. *

dom!transfem boss form arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle, size kink (arle's boss form), cunnilingus, fingering, thighfucking, lowkey messy?

arlecchino pins you down to the bed, her massive form looming over you, eyes shining bright red, betraying her rather neutral expression.

you feel small beneath her like this, held down with minimal effort from her as she stares down at you.

how you've even managed to convince her to fuck you in this form is a wonder.

already, it's a tight fit for her, considering she's normally taller than you. but like this? her hand splays across your neck, surrounding your throat easily. her hand practically can cup your entire face.

"please? i can take it." you beg her, trying to reach for the prominent bulge in her pants.

"no." she sighs, pinning you back down. "you're too fragile." she asserts, softening slightly at your genuine disappointment. "i will still take care of you." she promises.

"what about you?" comes your response and she shakes her head.

"you're still mine regardless. i'll just have to use you in other ways." there's a sadistic lilt behind her words that makes you shudder and nod so obediently.

she leans up, sliding your clothes off, leaving you bare before her. she runs a hand down your body, lifting your hips and using her thumbs to part your folds. it has you panting out of embarrassment, averting your gaze as she laves her tongue over your pussy.

and, oh, it felt different. she felt warmer, bigger than usual, her tongue leaving nothing untouched as it slides over your clit. you practically scream for her, arching up off the bed while she kneels for you alone, tongue shoving its way into your cunt.

she grunts when she realizes your size difference now, her tongue stretching you open wide enough that you're gasping and clawing at the bedsheets. she can feel you fluttering around her tongue, dripping so much slick for her she's almost flattered.

she uses a dangerously clawed thumb to rub your clit, urging you to cum for her, a hand pressing down on your abdomen when you squirm from the intensity.

you pant as you recover, staring down at her, watching her push her hair back away from her eyes. she eases herself up, freeing her painfully hard cock from its confines and the way your eyes go comically wide has her twitching.

"i told you. there's no possibility you can fit me." she pinches your clit, making you squeal as she collects the remnants of your orgasm, sliding them over her own cock.

it's much bigger than you're used to with her. it's longer, wider, and oozing thicker pre-cum that has your mouth watering.

she runs the tip through your folds, seeing you squirm from overstimulation. she sits down next to you, hoisting you up effortlessly, grinding your pussy on her cock, feeling you coat her in wetness.

you can hear the slick noises of skin on skin, your head falling to her shoulder while she uses you for her own pleasure.

"want you- want it so bad-" you mumble for her and she sighs.

"you'd break. i prefer my toys whole, and i'm not ready to part with you quite yet." she grumbles, grinding you harder onto her cock as you whimper with the friction on your clit.

once she feels you cum again, she picks you up, laying you back down on the bed, hovering over you. she tenderly pushes your thighs back, folding you into a mating press so she can slide her cock between your thighs, rutting against you while she coats your tummy with her pre-cum.

her thrusts grow rougher, the bed and your body shaking as she grunts, pushing your thighs together to fuck them faster.

when she cums, she coats your tummy, chest, and a bit of your face in thick white spurts. she heaves, still hard against your stomach. she scoops some of the release off your face and stomach, fingers trailing down your body sensually.

she gathers some of her cum, easing it into your hole while you squirm and cry for her. she makes sure to use fingers she has trimmed down, all so she can finger-fuck her cum into you.

"good girl. but we're not finished." she says, her cock twitching against you as you look up at her with a sweet little dazed expression.

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Daddy kink with arle?? Oh heavens imagine her reaction when we whisper that title to her ear when she has a meeting :,) like riling her up and being a brat so she can discipline us later <3

ahhh arle and daddy kink, yes yes.

(suggestive utc)

it's times like these she regrets bringing you along to her meetings.

or, rather, she wishes there was no meeting at all, so her schedule would be free to correct your behavior.

instead, she's forced to endure a meeting with her underlings, teeth gritted as they all sit perfectly still, reading their reports in slightly shaky voices. she's annoyed, her fingers tapping on the table, and everyone in the room can see it.

they try not to look too long though, for fear she'd punish them for eyeing you; her beautiful wife.

you sit atop your dangerously handsome throne, occupying yourself by leaning your chin on her shoulder, whispering filthy things into her ears. she's absorbing practically nothing from this meeting, yet she refuses to indulge you, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

her hand around your waist grips you tighter, claws digging in when you giggle, wiggling your hips.

"come on, daddy. pay attention to me. aren't i much more fun than some boring meeting?" you ask her devilishly.

for the first time in the past hour, she turns to you, but her eyes are completely cold. "i told you to control yourself."

you shiver, continuing to poke the bear. "please, you're not even paying attention!" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "please, daddy?"

suddenly, her hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to effectively silence both you and the entire room.

"continue your presentation." she snaps at her underlings, seeing them scramble to pick up where they left off.

you clutch at her wrist, and she eases up slightly. "behave. you'll find i can be quite... cruel when provoked. i already have plans for this evening. you don't want to make it worse for yourself now, do you?"

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Hiiii!!! 🗡anon here and I've got another thirst for Arle.

OK OK so I need arlecchino x stay at home artist! reader, who when having sex, is embarrassed by her smaller tits, but arle LOVES them, and is determined to make sure reader knows not to get embarrassed by them.

thank youuuuuu♡

small tits? this must be for me. also, i'm an advocate for arle just liking all women. not in the sense that she's not "picky," but in the sense that she'd much prefer your mind and good conversation ♡

(nsfw utc)

she can sense something is wrong from the moment her hand slides up your shirt. her palm rests on your stomach, and she can see your discomfort when it inches up slowly.

"is something wrong?" she asks, seeing as you've averted your gaze.

"it's nothing." you brush her off, but just as she goes to lift your shirt, your hand catches her wrist. "can i just... keep this on?"

the question catches her off guard and she slides her hands away, cupping your cheek instead. "you don't want me to see you?"

"i don't want you to think i'm... not... pretty."

arlecchino's gaze softens as she rubs her thumb over your cheek. "why would i ever think that?"

you frown at her. "i don't exactly have... much on my chest. it's so flat." you answer quietly, and her eyes narrow.

"and?"

"'and?'" you repeat, exasperated. "and it's embarrassing!"

"you're beautiful as you are. i think they're perfect." she shakes her head at you. "let me see."

you hesitantly lift your shirt for her, and she helps you take it all the way off, admiring you as you lay bare beneath her. your hands instinctively come to cover your chest, but she pins your wrists down with one hand over your head.

"don't. let me look at you." she tuts, slowly lowering her head to kiss across your chest. "there's no need to feel shame over something so trivial. besides..." she kisses over your nipples, feeling you arch up into her. "they're so sensitive."

you whine at her, turning away shyly. "i just feel like i'm not good enough. wouldn't you prefer-" she shuts you up with a firm kiss, her tongue sliding over yours.

when she pulls away, you're left panting. "i won't have any more of that. be a good girl, and let me take care of you."

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How do you think will Arle react with a hickey on our neck?? Ofc we pull a really bad prank on this woman but i imagine what she’d be like 🙇🏻‍♀️

ooh i think i read something like this on another blog with a hickey prank + arle, and it was so good 🤭🤭🤭 so, let's give it a try !

(suggestive themes utc)

arlecchino strikes me as the more possessive type. she might not outright say it, but you're hers just as she's yours.

so, if she sees an unfamiliar mark on your neck, one that she's quite certain she didn't leave, she's not too happy.

she stops you in your tracks, tilting your head to the side to take a look at your neck more clearly. at first, she was completely taken aback by how blatantly you were flaunting something like this. that, or how careless you were to forget it was there.

that is until she hears your uneven breathing. so you're aware she can see it?

your eyes flit up to hers, then back down quickly.

oh, you're looking for a reaction from her?

she takes a chance, running a sharp thumb down the mark, pulling away to reveal smudged makeup on her thumb. the mark on your neck is now reduced to a blob of color matching the ones on her thumb.

she grabs your chin, pulling you up to meet her gaze. "is this amusing to you? my concern?" she asks, eyes narrowing when you bite your lip.

it's then you see the jealousy burning in her eyes, even over something fake and trivial, and you realize you're in trouble...

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is it just me… peruere right?? Makes me want to give arle a child but her curse 🤨 im curious if it will be passed on to her child or?? Its a silly thought in my head

(Also idk if you do emoji anons because i havent seen any on your blog so far)

oooh i talked about this in our arle discord with @servalisms + @e-hibiscus 🤭🤭

i'd like to think the curse does pass on (unfortunately), but, if arle has a child with you, that baby have such loving parents that the curse will be kept at bay.

you sleep with the baby between you, and she melts when they wrap a hand around her finger. their hand is so tiny and completely curse-free, and her heart aches at how precious you both look next to her.

sev brought up that arle would help her child when they started to have pains from the curse. if they came to her late at night, crying that it hurt, and arle would soothe them, gently holding them, rocking them back to sleep and watching the curse ebb away.

you're the one who helps them both feel better, also. maybe arle's curse has even reduced since she met you, and you are her sun. your child will certainly have high standards for a relationship based on their parents, considering you two are the cutest lovebirds

also, i do take emoji anons, here are all the emojis already taken ♡

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this idea has been living in my head rent free lately - could i please request sub yae miko being humiliated and forced to wear a muzzle after acting bratty <3 she's so teasing and confident, she'd be such a fun brat to humiliate

(have you got a ghost anon already? if not could i take it 👻 hope you have a good day!)

okay, i know you're already an anon on here because i answered a later ask first, so... welcome back!

(nsfw utc - tw sub!miko, muzzle, brat taming, reader w/strap)

"oh, you really think a little... contraption like that scares me?" miko covered her smile with the back of her hand. "i think you'll have to try a little harder than that to punish me." she pinches your cheek.

"looks like you really are all bark and no bite, huh?" you ask her, yanking at the leash attached to her neck, your hips snapping against her. "wanna say it again? you don't think this is punishment enough? should i go harder?"

miko groans, her head falling forward, only to be yanked back up. her claws tear into the silk bedsheets, making a mess of fabric beneath her palms.

"answer me." you bark at her and she huffs.

"i don't need to answer to a-" she screams when you shove your strap deeper into her, right against her g-spot, multiple harsh slaps following on her ass.

"apologize." you order. that single word and the way your thrusts become more brutal has her aching. "apologize to me, or i'll make sure you're sorry."

her body feels like it's on fire with the shame pooling in her blood, eyes fluttering shut as the muzzle restrains her. "sorry..." she mumbles, fingers flexing against the sheets.

"that's what you call an apology? you humiliated me in front of everyone. look at you now. legendary kitsune turned fucking slut by the same human you call pathetic, isn't that right?" you smack her skin again, leaving bright red handprints in their wake as she cries out your name.

you yank the leash up again, feeling resistance from her pussy clenching around you. "and don't you dare cum before i tell you to."

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thinking about professor!signora and TA!arle sharing you 😓

(consider this happens once you're not in her class anymore)

(suggestive themes utc - tw age gap/power imbalance)

you're an undergraduate student in professor lohefalter's class, and arlecchino is the TA.

you get pretty close with them over the semester, and they mention to you that every summer they take a group of students to italy for research, and they'd be delighted for you to come along.

what a coincidence the trip takes place right after you're technically not a student of professor lohefalter's anymore, nor is arlechino tutoring you now.

and, even stranger is that the "group" of students has dwindled down to just you. oh, and your luggage somehow gets "lost" on the way. luckily, your generous professor has no problem buying you a whole new wardrobe of the most fashionable clothes there!

too bad most of them are so short that every time you lean over, everything is exposed :(

she reassures you these were all the hottest items back when she was your age, and promises you look perfect dolled up like this.

and don't worry! rosalyne is happy to take you to get waxed so you don't have to worry about any stray hairs in your new little bikinis. isn't she the best?

ah, and your accommodations surprise you the most. turns out it's your professor's lavish family vacation home you'll be staying in. both women watch you gush over the home, eagerly looking around and marveling at the spacious interior.

they think you're adorable, and of course, you find them both more attractive out of school clothes and in something a little more casual.

obviously, rosalyne could see the way you eyed both of them all semester, the way your thighs would clench beneath the desk where you thought she couldn't see.

arlecchino knew you would purposefully pretend not to understand things as an excuse to see her. why else would you chase after a grad student with a good few years over you? though, she would entertain the notion, knowing full well you were just an attention seeking little thing.

both of them are more than happy to play around with you. over the trip, you don't really end up doing much research. instead, you spend the next few weeks being their pretty little toy ♡

and they're not opposed to continuing to share you between themselves when you all return in the fall

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teen!arle is so babyfaced?!?! she's supposed to be 16-17 but her cheeks have so much baby fat and she looks so small in comparison to clervie. puberty must've hit it a TRUCK bc adult!arle is so😩😩😩😩😩 went from hello sir it's nice to meet you to your daughter calls me daddy too

i noticed that too, but i thought it was just me.

i thought she was like 13 when she was 17 😭😭

BUT THE HAIRCUT??? THE SHORT LITTLE LESBIAN CUT??? MY HEART.

but um yeah wtf happened??? like

must've been the prison air 🤷‍♀️

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🎭anon back on her bs and i am THRIVING phantom arle please, show up in my mirror and drag me down to your home beneath the opera house pleaaaaase

·:*¨༺ ♱𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈♱ ༻¨*:·

phantom!arle x fem!reader

warnings: phantom of the opera!au, wlw content

do not ask me why there's no smut, i literally had no ideas where to go from here.

the full-length mirror.

the one that sits in your dressing room, taunting you in the back of your mind when you dream. you often find yourself staring into it, your image staring back, though it feels like something else- someone else is watching you through your own eyes.

she watches, unbeknownst to you, as you dress for your show. she watches you tend to your hair, apply your makeup. there are very good mirrors elsewhere in the room, but it's almost like you're taunting her by only using this one.

tonight it's near silent, empty, save for you. your castmates had assumed you'd be out celebrating a successful debut, but you'd requested to be alone for the moment.

the bouquet brought by an old friend rests on your dressing table, your name on the card at the center. you smile softly as you reach for the card to read it once more when you feel a slight chill in the room.

the candles that were once lit blow out, one by one, until the room grows dark. you glance around, gasping softly when you see the only light in the room emanates from the mirror. you hear a soft voice, ringing in your ears as you spin around, trying to find the source.

and, suddenly, it's clear.

"my angel." her voice is low, carrying a melody but unmistakable irritation.

you turn to see her.

the phantom. staring right back at you, or so you believe, through her mask as she looks down at you.

"come to me, angel." she beckons you, a gloved hand extended as you feel your head going fuzzy.

in the back of your mind, you can hear someone calling out to you, the handle of your dressing room shaking, but you pay it no mind.

her face shifts at the sound of someone trying to "rescue" you, but at the sound of your sweet voice singing back to her, she can't help but soften.

you gingerly step forward, peering up at her with a curious gaze. you're so sweet, believing her to be your very own angel of music, just as you are hers.

"my angel of music, come to me." she hums to you, feeling your hand slide into hers through the mirror. "come."

she pulls you into the mirror with careful steps, her free hand cupping your cheek as you feel the world go dark, her arms swiftly cradling you to her chest as she begins to descend a set of stairs, the noises of whoever your "rescuer" was fading into nothing.

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a thought I just had, how would Arlecchino treat a S/O with the same curse as her? especially if she only found out about it because they had the gloves they usually wear off for once because thinking 'Oh I'm alone right now'

i'm still slightly confused on the origins of the curse, tbh. i don't know if it's from experiments? or her bloodline? but uhh for the sake of romance, let's pray to the archons it is not hereditary 😬

when you take the gloves off, and she sees the curse on your own hands, she feels her breath catch in her throat. whatever she was holding drops to her desk, and she sees you quickly moving to put your gloves back on.

"don't." she calls to you. "let me see." she rises from her desk, approaching you in the armchair you rest in. she takes your hand gently, palm facing up, her own fingers tracing over the lines in your skin.

you stay quiet, looking up at her.

"why didn't you tell me?" she questions you, lifting your chin with her other hand.

"does it matter?"

"we are the same. you don't have to feel shame in sharing this with me." she strokes your cheek and you look up with teary eyes.

"i'm sorry." you apologize, but she shushes you with a sweet, fleeting kiss.

"don't apologize. i only ask that you don't keep these things from me so i may help you. i understand. let me take care of you." she kisses your forehead, letting you rest against her, your glove dropping to the floor, forgotten.

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no because teen!arle’s hair im in love with her short hair 😔 it’s the prison air or snezhnaya because adult!arle is serving so hard…

She’s called father but can i call her daddy 🙇🏻‍♀️

adult arle is litarally SERVING LOOKS. put her in a fashion show rfn.

when she first was in the signora funeral video, i thought she did have short hair, and i was elated. i am glad we at least got to see her with short hair at some point.

i do love her ponytail, but something about short hair... idk. she should consider trying the teen lesbian big chop haircut again

also, yeah. i concur. if you haven't seen my daddy kink post yet... 🤭

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i feel like dehya luvs to bite n leave marks during sex, she'll bite anywhere but i feel like her favorite place to bite would be the inner of ur thighs - 🦁

DEHYA BITES AND SCRATCHES!!! also, i sometimes think it's unintentional. you walk out looking like you got mauled, and dehya is like "wow, babe, i feel so relaxed now"

(nsfw utc)

she's big, and she can be rough without realizing it. even when she bites, she tries to make little nips with her fangs, but it turns into harsher bites that leave marks. that's okay, though. you can look at the marks now.

she likes to bite your thighs, especially when she's eating you out. she'll go between licking your clit to leaving marks on your inner thighs. she likes the way you squirm. she likes how your hips jump up at the harsh sensations, only for her to push them back down easily.

ahhh dehya is my dream woman 😓😓😓 she came to me before arle, then after c1 arle. she wants me guys (i'm delusional)

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wake up, cleruere nation

i showed bun my new blanket, and she said the cats are clervie and peruere. now i can't look at my blanket the same!!

what do you guys think?

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does arle give malewife energy what do we think

listen. she could!!! she gives me absolutely whipped for her wife vibes idk. she's fucking crazy, but once she's home, she becomes so tender.

if we were talking like, her being a stay at home dad... oml. arle house husband??? but like, if they were in the mafia 😭

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hear me out trans!fem arle using a condom but accidentally breaking it 🤭 so she just goes with it anyway because we just feel too good

for the sake of safe and consentual sex, let's say this all occurs after you've both already decided you're okay with pregnancy 😊

(nsfw utc)

the grip she holds on your hips feels more like iron than muscle tonight. she's almost feral with it, snapping her hips into yours, driving you further into the mattress.

it's hard to say what's got her so frustrated, not that you have a brain to think too much on it now anyway.

she growls lowly to herself, how tight you feel, how you look so pretty for her. she can see indents in your skin from her nails, the evidence of your previous orgasms on the condom around her, the-

she hears a soft sound, quickly pulling out, much to your displeasure. "why'd you stop?" you whine at her, turning over your shoulder.

"sweetheart." she sighs, suddenly sounding gentle. "it broke." she tells you, prompting you to sit up.

she eyes you down, a silent question for you, to which you give her a silent answer.

you lay down onto your back, spreading your thighs for her again. "keep going, please." you beg her and she groans, fisting her cock. "please?"

you sound so sweet... the temptation was all too much.

she slides the broken condom off, lining up her cock with your pussy and sliding back into you, feeling you clench around her. your cheek turns to press against the blankets, grabbing at them desperately as she keeps fucking you.

"oh, please, please fill me up!" you cry for her and her head tips back, practically folding you into a mating press now as she pistons her hips harder.

your delirious little cries, the fluttering of your cunt around her, the feeling of your body under hers, it's just too much. her thumb slides to your clit, rubbing tight circles and urging you to cum around her just before she shoves herself as deep as she can, filling you up.

she shudders, leaning down over you and panting against your neck as you clutch at her biceps tightly.

"there's no going back now." she reminds you breathlessly.

"i... wouldn't want to." you reply tiredly, and she kisses your cheek sweetly, rolling you over to lay on her chest for now to rest.

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i have a vision i need you guys to see.

2000s!arle who's looking to get some sleeve fillers. her bandmate, tartaglia, recommends her to try this new shop. he told her the artist is "insanely talented," so she figures, why not?

(longer post/nsfw utc - tw smaller reader, transfem arle mentions)

when she walks in, she sees you sitting on the counter, legs swinging as you greet her.

"hey, welcome in. what can i help you with?" she watches you hop down off the counter, now having to look down at you given your shorter stature.

you don't look like you have many tattoos at all, funny enough. doesn't look like you really belong in a place like this, but she thinks you're a pretty cute counter-girl.

"i'm looking to get some sleeve fillers, sweetheart." she leans down over you, a hand on the wall by your head.

"go figure." you snort and she's a little taken aback.

"you're a little fiesty thing, huh?" she asks and you tilt your head. she cuts you off, waving her hand. "anyways, i'm thinking of adding onto my sleeve." she rolls up her shirt, flexing her bicep for you.

"do you have anything specific you want?"

"i have some ideas." she shrugs, leaning back to her full height with a smug little grin. "so, there an artist back there?" she gestures to the back of the shop.

"actually-"

once again, she cuts you off. "my friend said-" she takes her phone out, flipping the lid open and showing tartaglia's message with the artist's name on it. "she works here. you know her?"

you blink at the phone being shoved in your face, but you laugh anyway. "oh, really? you're looking for her?"

"yeah, what about it? is she shitty or something?" she doesn't seem to notice your half-annoyed eyeroll.

"nothing. i'll go set you up in the room." you tug her along, grabbing the consent forms and other things she'll need to fill out. "here, fill these out." you sit her in the chair, handing her the clipboard.

"aw, won't you stay with me? i get nervous when the ink comes out." she sends you an almost sleazy grin.

"oh, i'd love to, but i can't." you feign a pout. "gotta go get the artist." you grin and escape the room quickly, leaving her to her own devices.

she fills the papers out easily, having done so before many times.

she hears the door click, seeing a taller woman covered in tattoos walking in and setting up. she collects the paperwork from arlecchino, checking through it.

"cool, the artist will be in shortly."

arlecchino tilts her head. "it's not you?"

the woman arched an eyebrow, shrugging, closing the door again and leaving arlecchino in silence.

she looks around the room, hearing the door click open after a few minutes. "finally-" she turns around to see-

you?

she stiffens in the chair. "you're joking, right?" she asks with a laugh.

"what's the problem?" you scoff, sitting down on the chair next to the tattoo bed. "you don't trust me?"

"you don't have a speck of ink anywhere on you. how exactly am i supposed to trust you?"

"your friend seemed to think i was 'insanely talented,' right? do you trust him?" you counter and she bites the inside of her cheek.

she stays quiet while you set up, showing her some of your designs, which she picks from to fill in her sleeve.

she sits still the entire time, feeling your gloved hand on her skin. you look small next to her, cute, she thinks, and-

"stop staring at me." you cut her thoughts off without even looking away from her arm.

"can't help it, sweetheart." she quickly covers and you sigh. she grins mischievously up at you.

you set your gun down, grabbing her jaw and tugging her up to meet your gaze. "don't call me that. watch your mouth." you suddenly snap, your cute little aura gone, replaced by something darker.

it only makes her breath hitch, feeling your fingers on her jaw. "oh, little kitty has claws." she taunts and you scoff, leaning in.

your lips graze the shell of her ear and she shivers. "don't talk to me that way, or i swear, i'll have you on your fucking knees begging me for forgiveness." you mutter.

she isn't sure if it's a real threat, but the change in your tone is enough to have her nodding regardless. her mind is filled with thoughts of you, riding her, a hand on her throat as you control the pace.

you see her hardening beneath her jeans and you arch an eyebrow. "you're pretty pathetic for a flirt." you snap.

and she swears she could cum right then and there from just your gaze.

too bad you go right back to tattooing with everything re-sterilized.

damn.