#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴

[megistusdiary]

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.

[megistusdiary]

cough hybrid human/puppy reader who hides that they’re in heat but arlecchino notices anyway and fixes it

thank u ly (guess who hehehehe)

i bet you totally forgot about this, baby 😓

but i will do my best 😁

(nsfw utc - tw hybrid puppy fem reader, fingering, knotted strap usage, breeding kink)

you tiptoe carefully past her office, not wanting to disturb her. you've memorized which floorboards make slightly too much noise, the times she occasionally leaves, and you think you've found the perfect window to sneak past.

until you hear her voice.

"you've been avoiding me." arlecchino comments from inside her office.

the door was left open, giving you the false notion she'd stepped out briefly, and you wince, freezing in place-

"i know you're there. come in." she orders, and you, like the good puppy you are, obey.

you step in, closing the door behind you and locking it at her request. your tail wags lowly, nervously behind you when she beckons you forward.

she urges you to sit on her lap, facing her, of course, holding your hips with clawed hands. she can barely open her lips before you hug her tightly, pressing your chest against hers.

"i'm sorry!" you apologize quickly, soft ears brushing her face. "didn't mean to... it's just... that time."

"oh." she pauses. "why didn't you tell me, sweetheart?"

"i didn't want to bother you." comes your reply, causing her to cup your cheek gently.

"you're never a burden to me." she tells you honestly, kissing your cheek softly. "would you like me to help you?"

"i'm fine on my own-"

"i can feel you practically soaking through my pants." she interrupts, arching an eyebrow as your face heats up beneath her hand. "strip."

faster than she can speak again, you're tearing your clothes off, sitting naked in her lap, tail perked up and wagging as she leans back to drink in your fully exposed form.

"such a pretty girl, aren't you?" she hums thoughtfully, petting your ears, sliding down to hold your throat. "a good puppy for me, hm?"

"yes, yes- a good puppy, just for you- only for you." assurances fly from your lips eagerly, nearly pouncing on her as she pulls you in for a tender kiss.

her fingers slide down your stomach slowly, teasingly, until she reaches your pussy. she finds you wet, sliding her fingers across your cunt, circling your clit with your slick.

you feel her fingers at your entrance, purposefully blunted to slide into you, hearing soft, wet sounds as they stretch you out. you whine loudly, tail smacking her thigh as she lets you ride her fingers to your heart's content.

"feels good, doesn't it?" she asks, enjoying your rapid nodding, how you grip her shoulder. she holds your jaw with her free hand. "but, i don't want you getting too worked up. not before i show you your surprise." she pats your cheek, pulling her fingers out while you whimper, feeling empty.

she leans over to dig through her drawer, pulling out a rather large looking strap with a more bulbous base. "arle?" you ask with a shaky tone. "is that..."

"does that unsettle you? or, rather, does it excite you, puppy?" she smirks slightly when your tail wags harder.

she pulls you up so she can fasten the strap over her pants, admiring the slight power imbalance between you as you eagerly mount her strap. you shakily kneel, feeling her swipe the tip across your pussy, slapping it onto your clit gently.

she stretches you out carefully, adoring your whimpers and breathy sighs. "taking me so well, sweetheart."

your hips, bounce against hers, tits bouncing at the same time, entrancing her as she leans down to kiss your chest. she leaves sharp bites across your skin, feeling you shudder while she fucks her strap into you deeper.

the knot knocks at your entrance, begging to plug you up, and the feeling drives you crazy. your hands struggle to hold onto her slippery coat, blunt claws ruining the expensive fabric. her grunts are like music to your ears, and you can't help but wonder what that knot will feel like.

"want you to breed me, arle! please! please fill me up-" you cry for her, leaning in to bite at her neck as she grinds her hips up into your g-spot until she finally decides you're ready to take the full strap.

she gently pops it into you, hearing you scream and tremble at the sensation, cumming around the faux cock so hard you nearly push it out as you fall limply against her, teeth buried into the shoulder of hers you've exposed.

she groans, holding your hips firmly before bouncing you shallowly, hearing your broken moans and cries. "mine. my puppy. my pretty little toy." she mumbles, pounding your cunt until you flutter around her again, eyes rolling back as you coat her in your slick, shaking in her arms while she gently eases you back down.

she keeps you plugged up regardless, petting your head. "such a good girl, taking my cock like such a good little puppy. rest now, you've more than earned it. we'll discuss the rest of your heat when you wake up."

[megistusdiary]

"𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘴"

this was sitting in my drafts for months, and i opened it and realized i kind of cooked on the first 6 paragraphs i wrote, so i wanted to finish it. also, bun yelled at me :(

dom!blade x sub fem!reader x dom!kafka

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, penetration (reader receiving), fellatio, face-riding, fingering, size difference, leash + collar

you tiptoed quietly down the hall, hands busied with wringing and interlocking your fingers as you made your way down to the common area you shared with the other stellaron hunters.

really, it wasn't quite clear if you actually were a hunter, or rather, just a companion of sorts they liked to keep around.

you tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake anyone on the ship as you approached the area.

just as you reached out towards the panel on the wall, the door opened noisily, making you cringe and immediately flinch when you realized you weren't alone.

both blade and kafka's eyes were on you. the sword blade was previously sharpening laid still on his lap, and kafka's gun dematerialized as her lips quirked up.

the fake fireplace crackled behind them to fill the silence as she rose from the couch, trailing her hand across blade's shoulders as she made her way towards you.

"i didn't know you two were still awake." you spoke softly, standing a little straighter when kafka approached you. she pressed her finger beneath your chin, gently lifting your gaze to meet hers.

"couldn't sleep, hm?" she questioned, prompting you to nod.

"i was coming down to sit by the fire. i didn't mean to disturb anyone." your eyes moved away from kafka's, reflecting the orange glow from the fireplace.

"that's alright. why don't you come in for a bit, hm?" kafka leaned down, recapturing your attention as her finger turned your chin back towards her.

"i really don't want to impose-"

"just come in already, or you really will wake up the entire ship." blade's voice came from behind kafka, as sharp as his name.

"it's just us," kafka smiled, removing her hand from your jaw and resting it on your shoulder. she leaned down, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. "we don't bite."

blade let out a soft puff of air at that comment, sheathing his sword and standing from the couch.

kafka stifled a laugh as your cheeks heated up. you nodded, allowing kafka to gently guide you into the room, pressing the panel on the wall behind you, causing the door to lock with a clicking noise.

you glanced back at the door once more before moving further into the room. blade had moved into a different armchair, freeing the couch for you and kafka. "have a seat." kafka gestured, gently pushing you down by her firm hold on your shoulders.

it was rather warm, nearly stifling as kafka sat down near you, crossing her legs in an elegant fashion. her body heat radiated onto you, prompting you to slide over slightly to give her more room.

her lips quirked up, and she leaned towards you. "why so shy all of a sudden? it's just us." her voice was sultry as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side. she tugged you over to her side of the couch, gesturing for blade to join the both of you.

he was stoic, but he did what she asked, sitting next to both of you, putting you in between the hunters. you shrunk down, feeling their thighs touching yours.

kafka's hand trailed across your knee, up your thigh, your stomach, up past your chest to your chin. she gently held your chin for a moment, lifting it to make you meet her gaze.

"such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" she hummed to herself, gently tilting your face. she peered around you towards her partner. "don't you think so, bladie?" she turned your jaw to face him.

"she's...pretty." is all she could squeeze out of him. she tutted, shaking her head.

"aw, come on. if you keep talking like that, she's gonna think you hate her. tell her how you really feel." she probed, prompting a deep sigh from him.

you looked up at him expectantly, wide-eyed as he frowned. "she already knows what i think about her."

"oh, bladie's so stubborn, isn't he?" she turned you back towards her, her hand on your shoulder trailing down to your waist as she pulled you into her lap.

you knelt over her lap, facing her as she kept a grip on your chin. "such a pretty girl, and he says nothing at all. you deserve better, sweetheart."

"i already have you." comes your reply and she grins.

"oh? are you implying i'm better than him?" she teases and delights in how you immediately try to recover, but she shuts you up by squeezing your cheeks into a puffy pout. "don't sweat it. i already know that i am."

she glances towards blade who is now leaning forward, looking mildly irritated. "who said you're better than me?"

"she did." kafka answers. "unless you want to prove her wrong-"

without warning, he yanks you off her lap, pulling you closer. he holds you tenderly, albeit rather stiffly, on his lap, a hand on your back and another on your waist. he presses you against his chest, his hair tickling your neck.

he was never one to talk more than necessary, so he simply held you there before guiding your lips towards his. kafka grins cheekily at the sight, leaning closer to play with your hair while blade steals the air right from your lips.

"aren't you two just adorable." she gently pulls you back, hearing your soft pants before she kisses you deeper, licking over the seam of your lips.

while blade's kisses were firm and full of caged desire, kafka's were like passion out in the open. there was no reason for kafka to hide her lust for you, so why should she?

her tongue slid across yours, her thumb swiping over your cheek before blade grunted. "you're being greedy, kafka."

"can you blame me?" kafka asked as she pulled away, gently caressing your face. "or is it because someone's a little... pent up?"

her words caused you to glance down, neck heating up at the sight of blade's cock straining through his pants.

"all from a little kissing." kafka hid a laugh behind her hand as she leaned down, breath washing over your ear. "why don't you help our bladie out, hm?" she whispers.

your eyes never leave blade's as you nod, leaning down to free him from the confinements.

his size never failed to impress, even kafka could admit that. you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip as blade let out a soft groan. you dragged your tongue from his base to the tip, traveling up one of the more prominent veins. the precum collecting at the tip was smeared across your lips, giving them a glossy, sticky appearance.

his hand found the back of your head, urging you to take more of him as your lips wrapped around his tip snugly. you slowly inched down, hearing rustling of fabric behind you.

once he hit a little too deep, you let out a little noise of discomfort. he allowed you to pull away a little, fingers flexing as he restrained himself. he let you find a comfortable rhythm, head tilting back as your mouth felt so warm and wet around him.

"such a good girl for us." kafka smiles, gently rubbing your back. "but i think we want to actually see you, sweetheart. come here." she urges you up, hearing the soft pop of blade leaving your mouth as you wipe the spit off your lips.

she tugs your night clothes off, leaving you bare for their eyes as she smiles, appraising you like a work of art. "you're gorgeous." she praises you sweetly, drawing you in for a kiss. her tongue drags over yours languidly, pulling whimpers from you as she drags you onto her lap.

blade fists his cock while he watches kafka smother you in affection, her hand gripping your hip firmly as she grinds you on her thigh. "you're so wet, sweetie. look at that." she coos, pulling you up enough to see your slick coating her thigh.

"i'm sorry-"

"shush, we love a messy little thing, don't we, bladie?" she tilts her head back to smirk at him. she turns right back to you, giving you her full attention. "i think he's getting desperate. why don't we get nice and cozy so we can all feel good." she taps your nose, laying you down before tugging her shorts off.

she rips a hole in her tights easily, settling over your face.

"no panties?" you ask and she laughs.

"what a bold little comment. you're feeling cheeky today, aren't you?" she pinches your cheek before lowering herself onto your tongue.

you feel blade pull your thighs up, spreading your cunt while he slides himself over your clit. you whimper into kafka, wide eyes finding hers as she laughs. "don't be so greedy. at least stretch her out a little first." she chastises blade.

she turns over her shoulder to watch him finger you. he's careful, diligent, ensuring you're ready to take his cock. she hums thoughtfully. "how does she feel?"

"tight....wet. she feels good." he answers, curling his fingers, making you moan into kafka's pussy. she grins, petting your head.

he withdraws his fingers slowly, sliding himself into you gently. his thumb rubs rough circles into your clit to ease the stretch, not wanting to break you just yet.

kafka rubs herself on your tongue, taking the pleasure as she wants it, enjoying your helpless little whimpers, your scrunched up expression as you try to adjust to blade's size.

she moans softly, grinding down while blade fucks you. he grabs your hips, yanking you towards him with each thrust, jostling kafka above you. she feels you feebly grabbing onto her thighs, trying to steady yourself from his rough movements.

"just a bit longer. let bladie feel good, and then i'll take care of you myself." she whispers, petting you.

she allows blade his time with you, letting him fuck you roughly. he prods into your g-spot, sending you spiraling while kafka cums onto your tongue.

once she recovers, she lays at your side, lapping over your nipples, sucking marks into your chest while blade uses you. though, before he can cum, she stops him.

"ah-ah, not inside." she warns, hearing him grunt, annoyed as he pulls out. he strokes himself to completion, spilling all over your stomach while kafka slides two fingers through it. "so thick today. go ahead and fetch my harness."

she smiles at you, wiping the cum off with her shorts before discarding them. blade returns like a puppy, handing her what she needs as you look up curiously. you're still twitching from the orgasm he gave you, yet kafka knows she can do better.

attaching her strap-on to the harness over her hips, she lets you take a good look at what she plans to use on you. it's pink, much like her abilities, and big. she seems to take pride in it, laying it on your stomach to show you how deep she'll be.

"aren't you just the cutest little thing." kafka sighs, kissing your neck, nipping at your chest before sliding her strap inside of you.

and, oh, do you moan for her. it's hot, tapering off into a needy whine as she rubs your clit. it feels different when she fucks you. as if she's using your body to prove a point. as if the only thing she needs to survive is your pleasure.

you thought blade would've disappeared, but he watches from the side, entranced by how well you take kafka, how you sing for her so beautifully. you might even say he's jealous on some level...

she materializes a leash around your neck, yanking at it to get your cunt to tighten up around her. she laughs at how pliant you are for her, easily falling to her whims. "good girl, that's it. just a little toy for me."

she fucks you with perfect precision and accuracy, hitting the spots she knows you love. she doesn't stop, fucking you right through your orgasms, even when you're reduced to mewling and whining beneath her. she merely wipes your tears, changing your position, shoving your head deeper into the pillows.

whatever she desires, she plans to take it from you, leaving you with nothing but dreams of her and her alone.

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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?"

[megistusdiary]

🍓 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 + 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘶 🍓

dom!beidou x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap usage, size kink, inexperienced reader, implied foreplay/prep

the captain's quarters. often found empty considering her busy work as a captain, though tonight, they find themselves occupied in a rather interesting fashion.

beidou wraps her calloused hand around the base of her thick strap, a lustful look in her exposed eye as she tilts her chin towards you.

"c'mere, sweetheart." she beckons you closer, watching you crawl across the bed to her.

you looked so cute, dolled up in a pretty little white lace lingerie set. so adorable, like you're a new toy, gift wrapped just for her to open up and use to her heart's content.

she coats the material in a slick substance you're not quite familiar with, but you don't question it when she pulls you into her lap, situated so the strap sits menacingly in front of you while her hand wraps around your waist.

her other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back to look up at her. "think you can take it?" she asks and you glance back at it.

"it looks... big."

she barks out a little laughter, hand squeezing your waist. "you're adorable. of course, it's big. i like seeing pretty little things like you struggle to take it all."

your lips open, obviously shy from her words, and she leans in to kiss you, tongue sliding over yours. it's messy, and you try to match her movements clumsily, but she can feel your desperation to earn her praise. she can tell you so badly want her to say you're doing well.

she pulls away, hearing you breathing shallowly in her ear. "besides, i stretched you out real good earlier with my fingers, yeah?" she coos at your embarrassment when you nod. "see? nothing to worry about."

she lifts your hips, eagerly sliding your panties aside and positioning you over the tip of her strap while you nervously clutch onto her shoulders. "beidou... it...mmm." you begin to mumble softly.

you're hesitant, she knows that. but it's only a matter of time before she'll have you singing on her strap, just as you were with her fingers stuffed in you.

"i'll go slow, sweetheart. don't worry." her grip is iron-tight on your hips as she eases you down slowly, and you grab feebly onto her biceps. she can feel the resistance, rubbing circles into your hips as she pushes more in before you whine at her.

"full." you mewl and she tuts.

"full? you can't be! you've only got half of me inside, baby." she sounds soft, but her voice is ridden with lust for you. "breathe." she reminds you, helping you sink all the way down, inhaling sharply with all your pathetic little whimpers and sniffles.

once you've taken all of her, she finally gives you that praise she knows you've been aching for.

"good girl." she kisses the side of your head, soothing you gently while you try to get accustomed to the feeling of being completely full. "such a good girl for me, huh?"

she slowly, shallowly fucks you, letting you adjust before your own hips begin to grind down into her, a shy rhythm she finds so cute.

she starts bouncing you on her cock, feeling you bury your head into your shoulder, though she's quick to snake a hand into your hair, tugging you back up. "focus on me, sweetheart." she orders.

she urges you to ride her, even with shaky legs and an uneven tempo. you do your best, holding onto her with shaky hands while her own hands eagerly go to the clasp of your bra.

the moment she gets it off, she flings it away, exposing your chest for her. she leans in, laving her tongue over your pert nipples, kissing each one, leaving little marks across your chest while you ride her, panting from exertion until she finally helps you.

her hands grip your hips, slamming you onto her strap as your head falls back, hands sliding down her arms as you let her use your body. "pretty little slut, ain't ya?" she grins, grinding her hips up to seek your g-spot out.

your body bounces with each thrust, feeling so small in her lap while she treats you like her stress reliever. when she finally finds it, your entire body twitches, face scrunching up and she laughs, excitedly abusing the spot until she brings you right up to the edge, only to suddenly stop.

your head falls forward, eyes teary. "keep going!"

"beg me, baby. beg me to let you cum on my cock." she holds you completely still, her strength overpowering you, forcing you to beg her first.

"please... please..."

"say what i wanna hear, and maybe i'll consider it."

"please let me... cum on your cock..." you sniffle, looking up with wide eyes that she just can't say no to.

"that's it, that's a good girl." she praises, fucking you once more, feeling your body jolt in her lap. you were so cute... like a little angel, all for her to corrupt and ruin on her cock. "cum for me." she mutters into your ear, feeling you squeeze around her, keeping her trapped where she is.

you moan so prettily for her. you sound so soft, so sweet as your noises spill from your lips uncontrollably, just like the slick from your cunt.

she shallowly fucks you the best she can, one of her hands sliding to the back of your throat to keep you looking at her. it slides to your chin instead, swiping over your lip, then your cheekbone as you recover.

"how was that?" she asks, grinning at your shaky body, still fully seated on her strap.

"so good-" you whimper, prompting her to kiss you once more, this time, a much more soft and tender moment as you rest against her.

when she pulls away, she smooths a hand down your back. "just take a minute. i've got a few more positions we gotta try next." she grins wickedly at your soft little whine.

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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.

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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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puppy!navia x kitty!reader

switch!navia x switch!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, cunnilingus/face sitting, knotted strap, puppy/kitty hybrids, leash/collar

a/n: the fic uses regular capitalization because i used my laptop to write, sorry if the change seems odd!!

Your ears twitch on your head, flicking forward as you sit atop Navia’s lap. Your puppy’s hands grip your hips, blunt claws digging in as you wince. “Gentle.” You remind her, accompanied by a soft tug to the leash wrapped around her neck. She whines, tail thumping against the bed. 

“Sorry.” she apologized with such sweet eyes that your grip relaxes, giving the leash some slack as you cup Navia’s cheek. A gentle kiss is placed on her forehead, your thumb swiping over the apple of her cheek.

“Help me undress?” you whisper, and Navia obliges, quickly helping to slide the oversized shirt off, tossing it to the floor. You were left on her lap in just your undergarments now, allowing Navia to gently tug at them before you kneel up and fully undress for her. 

You press a soft hand into Navia’s chest, pushing her to lay back against the soft blankets while you sit over her waist. Navia instinctively grabbed your hips, tugging you closer to her mouth as you gasp, blindly searching to grip the headboard to ground yourself. Navia slid her longer tongue across your clit, eagerly eating you out. Your thighs threatened to squish the puppy’s head as your own head fell backwards, chest arched up as your tail stood straight up. One of your clawed hands grips Navia’s hair, trying to tug the puppy away. 

“Hold on!” you squeak, though you were weak compared to Navia who simply keeps you placed firmly on her tongue. “Let me make you- ah- feel good too!” You protested, desperately kneeling up as Navia whimpered. You dropped the leash and turned around, instead facing Navia’s stomach, inching your way down. Your tongue was smaller, rougher, but pleasurable nonetheless as it flicked over Navia’s clit. Navia gripped at your thighs and hips, yanking your body closer as your tail swung, brushing over her soft ears.

You moaned into Navia’s cunt, trying to move further down to lave your tongue across her slit. Your tongue strokes were controlled, more precise and teasing compared to Navia’s more eager movements. You gasped when Navia suddenly yanked your hips closer, gripping your thighs and leaving marks, forcing your pussy down onto her tongue. You laid your head on Navia’s abdomen, panting into her skin while your fluffy ears laid flat against your head. “Navia!” you whimpered, feeling Navia moan into your cunt, tongue sliding down to press into your entrance.

Your back arched, hands coming to grip onto Navia’s thighs desperately, claws poking into her skin as you felt her tongue stretch you open. “Good girl! Feels so good.” You moaned out, shaky breaths following while Navia’s tongue slid deeper. She grew more enthusiastic, tail smacking the bed while you praised her. 

Navia bounced your hips up and down, shallowly fucking her tongue into your hole while you mewl. You consciously move your hands to the bedsheets, not wanting to claw your puppy up, instead tearing holes into the blankets while your tail lashes. “There! There, please! Good girl, so good, more, please!” you wailed, causing Navia to grunt against your pussy. You wiggled your hips back, putting even more pressure onto your clit from Navia’s chin until you finally got the release you were craving. You practically screamed, yanking at the blankets, tail hitting Navia as you convulsed while she carried you through your orgasm dutifully. 

You laid flat, twitching when Navia gently kissed your clit one last time before moving you up to sit on her stomach. “Was it good? Did it feel good? Did I do a good job?” she immediately asked, tail wagging while you sat a little wobbly, still woozy from your orgasm as you leaked slick onto Navia’s stomach. 

“Really good-”

“Again?” Navia cut you off, sitting up, knocking you onto her back on the bed. “Please?”

“Let me take care of you first-”

“After, please?” Navia whimpered, looming over your body as you nod slowly, watching her fasten her strap to her waist.

It was something new you hadn’t seen before, and it left you tilting your head. “Is that… a knot?”

Navia glanced down, tail wagging again. “Mhm! It’ll feel so good, I promise.”

You observed the strap silently, tail waving behind you as you crawled closer. “Navia, that looks a little big. I don’t think that’ll fit.”

“It will.” Navia answered eagerly, pushing you back down. “I prepped you well. It’ll be a little uncomfortable at first, and then it’ll feel good! Promise.” she rubbed the tip over your clit, feeling you instinctively reach up for the handle of the leash. “Here, look.” Navia reached down, collecting the slick from your sensitive cunt, stroking her strap to lube it for your comfort. 

Though Navia knew she could take you whenever she wanted, she waited for your approval, hovering the tip over your hole until you finally nodded. Navia pushed your thighs up, spreading your pussy so she could slide in easier. You mewled, head falling back into the pillows, hands lifting up to reach behind for something to hold onto. Navia restrained herself from simply shoving the entire strap into your cunt, making herself go slow so she wouldn’t frighten her kitty. “Does it hurt?”

Your teeth gritted together, cheek pressed into the pillows. “A little-” Navia instinctively pressed a thumb to your clit to ease the stretch, feeling you tighten up around her. Slowly but surely, she fed each inch into you until the knot was knocking up against your pretty cunt. Navia looked down at you, moving her thumb off your clit to wrap around your throat instead.

She increased the pace, indulging in the little whimpers that escaped your lips, the soft tugs at her leash. “Good girl, feels so good-” you cried, feeling Navia’s thrusts grow deeper with the praise. Navia leaned down, nosing at your jaw, soft ears tickling your cheek. You gently tugged at the leash again. “More, please!”

Navia was giddy to oblige, fucking you harder, watching your body jolt beneath her. She kept changing the angle of her hips slightly, searching for your g-spot to really reduce you to a babbling mess. Her tail wagged at the mere thought until she finally hit it, seeing you arch up suddenly.

She looked proud, grinning as you cried out her name, thrashing beneath her, held down by the grip on your thighs. She leaned over your body, pushing the knot a little deeper while you panted, seemingly out of it, giving Navia time to slide the knot into your cunt. You hissed, eyes shutting tight as you yanked the leash. You couldn’t speak, teeth gritted as you felt Navia’s pelvis rubbing against your clit, the fat knot stretching you out as Navia’s tail smacked against the bed, whimpering from the slight lack of air due to the collar.

You clawed at Navia’s back with your free hand, moaning out when she shallowly fucked the knot deeper into you. She could feel you squirming, tugging at the leash while she fucked you, pelvis rubbing your clit gently while she leaned down, nipping at your shoulder. You started to babble, the leash falling out of your hand as you let Navia take control for the time being.

When you finally came back to your senses, you let Navia ease the knotted strap out of your cunt, looking down at the slick coating the material. “You did such a good job, baby.” You coo, tiredly tugging yourself up to crawl and push Navia back down, taking the strap off her. “Let me treat you.” comes your soft voice, laying onto the bed between Navia’s legs as the puppy eagerly tried to sit up. “No, lay down.”

“But, I wanna see.” Navia protested, ears folding slightly, yelping when you nipped her thigh.

“Be a good girl for me, okay?” you giggled, leaning in to lap at her clit. The roughness of your tongue had Navia gasping, hips jumping up to meet your lips. Your tongue lapped over her cunt, fingers coming up to tease her clit with their claws retracted. You gasped when Navia’s hands grabbed at your head, fingers rubbing the base of your pointed ears. You moan into Navia, only making her tug your head harder into her cunt. Her hips rubbed up against your nose, grinding her clit into it.

Your tongue felt so good on her, rubbing her so gently, easing her towards her own orgasm until she finally enjoyed her release. Her tail wagged happily, matching the tempo of your own tail as Navia tugged you up her body. She laid you on top of her, tugging your chin up for a kiss, tongues sliding over one another. 

“You did such a good job for me.” you praised her, kissing her cheek as Navia melted.

“When can we go again?” Navia asked with hopeful eyes as you visibly deflated, eyes wide.

“Again…?” 

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KITTY ARLE IS REAL

arle nation, we've won

[megistusdiary]

♱ 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖉 ♱

switch!transfem y2k arlecchino x switch!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), curvy!reader, shotgunning smoke, blowjob, cunnilingus, riding, throatfucking w/fingers

a/n: happy birthday, bun ♡

her shitty, old car. the one you always refused to sit in until she cleaned it up.

her passenger seat was always littered with empty cans, things girls left, and, god, the smell of her overused cologne.

despite it all, you'd come running to her feet when she'd send you low quality photos of her now clean car, begging you to come get high with her in her backseat.

she helps you into the back, climbing over the front seats and console since the back doors conveniently don't work. you don't waste your breath trying to tell her to save up for a new car. she won't part with this one.

she leans back, digging in her pockets for her lighter, though you always come prepared, leaning over to offer her yours.

she cups her hand around yours as she lights the blunt, close enough for you to smell a newer cologne on her collar.

one you gifted her after proclaiming how tired her old one was. whether she did it on purpose to be noticed or not was up to debate, but it didn't really matter.

she took a quick drag, blowing the smoke up before suddenly perking up. "hey, listen, hold this-" she handed the blunt off to you, kneeling up and leaning over the seat to get to the trunk.

"what are you doing?" you scoff at how ridiculous she looked right now. only around you would she ever let herself be seen doing anything remotely less than sexy.

she shoves the poorly wrapped box in your face, grinning. "happy birthday."

oh.

she trades the blunt for the box, taking another drag, rolling the window down just enough to blow it out. "can't get too fucked up before you open your present."

you slowly open it, eyes going wide at the contents of the box.

"last time we went to the mall, i saw you staring at it in hot topic. i know you weren't gonna buy it for yourself, so..."

you could swear she was turning red, hidden by her hair as you hold up the new shirt in front of the window to see. "you... really did remember." is all you can manage. "i love it."

she shrugs, taking the shirt and tossing it in the front seat. "yeah, enough of that sappy shit, it's your birthday, and that was the appetizer or whatever. come here." she pulls you onto her lap, inhaling the smoke, keeping it there to smash your lips together, exhaling into your mouth.

she laughs at your soft sounds, how you grip her shoulders. you can feel the studded stones of her belt digging into your thighs, but it doesn't bother you so much the more smoke she pours into her mouth.

you start to get more giggly, unbuckling her belt and sliding onto the seat next to her.

"what are you doing, baby?" she cocks her head to the side when you palm her bulge. "fuck, it's your birthday-"

"oh shut up, you know you love it." you grin at her, tugging her pants down just enough for her cock to spring up and hit your cheek. your hand wraps around her as her hand takes purchase in your hair.

"fuck, baby." she grunts, watching your tongue lick down the side of her. she snuffs the blunt out, leaving a permanent mark on her car, tossing it out the window in favor of focusing all her attention on you.

she turns to lift her leg up enough for you to lay comfortably, stroking her teasingly, rubbing your thumb over the tip. your lips open wide for her, sliding down over her cock, letting her feel how tight and warm your mouth felt.

she pushes your head down, hips bucking up into your throat. "that's it- c'mon, take more-" she sounds breathy, almost needy as you suck her off diligently. you leave her head spinning, her nails digging into the carseat as your throat constricts around her so deliciously.

shockingly enough, she pulls you away before she can cum. you look up at her with glossy, spit-slicked lips and a confused look on your face. "what is it?"

"wanna cum inside you today." she mumbles, pulling you up onto her lap. she peels your shirt off first, grinning at the sight of your tits. "so pretty, i bet they missed me, baby."

"you're so lame-" you roll your eyes, softly moaning when she lapped at them with her tongue. she teased you so well, using the pointed tip to tease you.

"yeah, i'm the fuckin' worst, huh?" she laughs, leaving marks all across your chest, your hands gripping tightly to the strands of her hair.

"you- ah- you cut your hair?" you ask, playing with the shorter strands.

her lips wrap around your breast, swirling around your nipple before releasing with a soft pop. "thought you liked it better short?"

"i...do." you admit softly, head going fuzzy as she kissed her way down your stomach, pulling everything off the best she could in the cramped backseat.

"you're so hot." she moans, kneeling in the tight legspace, kissing up your thighs as her fingers snake under the band of your panties teasingly. "want it?" she continues to be a shithead, knowing exactly what she does to you.

you grab her head, pulling her closer. "hurry up, it's my birthday, isn't it?"

"yes, ma'am." she answers with a smirk, pulling your panties off, pocketing them much to your annoyance before she laps at your cunt.

her cock still rests hard and twitching against her stomach, leaking over her pants and car. though, she couldn't care less, hands gripping your thighs as she eats you out like a woman starved. she's desperate for you, groaning into your pussy, lapping at your clit.

she wants you to make a mess all over her, to dirty up the car she cleaned just for you. her tongue slides into your hole, collecting all the slick you've leaked just for her.

one of her thumbs slides to your clit, rubbing tight circles as she pulls away, letting you push the hair falling forward away from her face. the way you pant and squirm is addicting to her, more than any drug she'll ever take. she's high on you, even when you're not around.

"gonna make a mess for me?" she asks rhetorically, knowing how whiny you get when you're close. "yeah, baby?" she leans down, kissing your pussy sweetly before spitting on your clit, spreading it with her thumb.

she loves when you finally let go for her, the way you shake and leave her lips all messy. one of her hands leaves your thighs to stroke her own cock, gripping her base tightly to prevent herself from ruining your birthday treat.

"that's it, baby- yeah." she coos, spitting on your cunt and licking it back up.

she kneels up on the seat next to you, letting you sit on her lap, all trembling as she grinds your sensitive clit over her dick. your release coats her so perfectly, her hand coming to spread it across before she lifts you up to slide you down on her.

your head tips back, a borderline pornographic moan leaving your lips as you sink down on her cock, holding her shoulders while she eases you down. you're both beyond words, only breathing heavily into eachother's mouths as you ride her silly.

she's entranced by how your tits bounce, watching your entire body as you use her for your own pleasure. she grips your hips, chipped, black and red nails holding them tight enough to leave bruises while her hips snap up into yours.

you can hear her grunting little broken moans of your name along with curses while you squeeze around her. you get noisier when she prods into your g-spot, prompting her to slide her fingers onto your tongue instead.

she laughs at your confused whining, soft little gagging noises while she finger-fucks your throat as you bounce on her cock. "that's it- keep going-"

her other hand grips your thigh, indulging in the softness of your skin as she guides you to ride her, slowly thrusting her fingers into your mouth as your high builds.

she knows you're getting tired and desperate, so she takes pity on you, helping you lay down while she fucks you harder. the now spit-covered fingers trail down to your clit, keeping you doubly stimulated until you finally cum on her cock.

and, oh, you squeeze perfectly around her. she grips the headrest to her side, shoving her hips as deep as they can go before she cums inside of you, deeper groans trailing off into soft overstimulated noises as she keeps rutting into you.

"happy birthday, baby." she sighs softly, leaning down to kiss you, tongue sliding over yours as she takes handfuls of your tits. "let's go back to my place, yeah? the car's fuckin' filthy now, and i'm not done with you yet."

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this popped into my head not too long ago. transfem!arle with a breeding kink? since she treats the kids at the house of the hearth with care, i have a feeling she'd like to raise her own children (with her wife) as well hehehe

gearing up to write another breeding kink fic with arle

breeding kink w/ arlecchino ♡

dom!transfem arle x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem arle, breeding kink, arle/reader are married 💍, cunnilingus, penetration, creampie

arlecchino admires you for how maternal you often are. even when you think she isn't looking, you're so kind to the children. it's... difficult for her to be the same, though she truly does love the children. she knows this is something she can never be given her past. honestly, it's a shock she can even hear the children call you "mother" without causing her to wince.

it's admittedly grown on her quite a bit. she finds herself pleased, especially when the children themselves tell her how wonderful you are. they love your stories, the way you help them with their hair, how you have tea parties with them, it makes arlecchino happy to have you around.

over time, you two grow very close. beyond just being partners, she proposes to you, satisfied that you're happy to say you're her wife.

the children often grow more attached to you, and arlecchino finds herself, for the first time, thinking about her own children. she had never imagined that one day she might actually want her own children. what a curious thought.

of course, you already make an excellent wife. you're a wonderful life partner, and she enjoys every moment with you. yet, you'd make an even better mother.

she can almost see it: you, round with her child, resting in the grassy flower fields while she pushes your older child on a swing.

she's never considered it before, and now she's having vivid daydreams. how bizarre.

it's late at night when she first asks your thoughts on the matter of having a family. you tell her that you're perfectly content as you are, snuggling up to her.

she knows you're trying to pacify her, though it is based on old ideology. she tugs you back, holding your chin.

"i am not asking if you will forego your wishes for me. i am asking you to fulfill them with me." she asserts and you look up at her surprised.

"you want to start a family with me?"

"i'm asking if you want to." her thumb strokes your cheek and you practically jump onto her. "would you?"

you nod enthusiastically, letting her roll you on top of her, kissing her deeply. she grinds you on her lap, letting you feel the growing bulge beneath you while she groans into your lips.

you moan softly, letting her tongue slide over yours, hands gripping the hair at the nape of her neck. she slides her hands up your sides, tugging the nightgown over your head and off to the side.

her hands cup your breasts, thumbs sliding over your perky nipples while she steals your breath. her lips travel down your neck, letting you moan freely as her lips wrap around your nipple, laving her tongue over your flesh.

your head tips back while her other hand slides into your panties, tracing over your cunt to collect your slick.

"you're dripping. does the thought of having a family with me excite you that much?" it's got a teasing lilt to it, and you pull her head back against your chest.

"don't tease me." you huff at her, but she pinches your clit in return.

"don't be a brat." she warns, lightly biting at your breast before pulling you up to tug your panties down unceremoniously. she shoves you back onto the bed, pushing your thighs up and licking over your clit.

you squirm beneath her, letting her lap at your pussy, sliding her tongue into your fluttering hole. she looks up at you, admiring how quickly you go limp beneath her. your eyes are closed shut, thighs squeezing her head as she makes you cum on her tongue.

she kisses your thighs, helping you to relax before she's tugging her pants down, freeing her cock. you watch as she strokes herself to full hardness, sliding the tip over your sensitive clit.

she looks up at you, pushing your hips up and spreading your folds. "are you ready?" she asks softly, and you nod for her. she eases you into it, slowly but surely stretching you open with each inch of her cock.

it's a slight burn with her girth, but she holds your hand gently through it. the way you wrap around her is enough to have her groaning, wanting so badly to just take you fast and rough. but you're her wife; of course she wants to treat you gently.

she waits for you to tell her you're ready before she fucks you harder, deeper, making sure you feel every vein and twitch from her cock. she mumbles over and over about filling you up, and you reply in delirious whimpers, begging her for more.

"you'll be such- a wonderful mother-" she huffs out in between thrusts, feeling you shake beneath her. "my wife, mine-"

you cry for her, nodding along. "yes, yes! yours- fill me up, please!"

her hands grip your hips tighter, slamming her cock into you, one thumb snaking over to your clit to drive you closer to the edge. you writhe, head thrashing around as you cum around her, drawing her own orgasm out of her as she paints your insides white.

she leans over you, panting, nestling into your shoulder but not pulling out as she tenderly strokes your arm. you whimper at her, closing your eyes until she begins to rub your clit again, reminding you she isn't finished until she's stuffed you so full, her cum leaks right back out.

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arle breastfucking!!!!!!!! breastfucking!!!!! small chest reader getting it!!!!! 🎞

ʚ♡ɞ 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 ʚ♡ɞ

dom!transfem arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arlecchino, titfucking, reader w/ small tits (slightly insecure reader), size kink

arlecchino sat you on her lap, one hand on your hip while the other cradles your cheek, gently stroking the skin with her thumb.

your kisses are feverish, her tongue sliding over yours, stealing your breaths and moans straight from the source. her hands both slide down to your waist, teasing the lacy band of your panties.

she pulls away, looking at you with hooded eyes. the feeling of being so exposed on her lap while she was still in her suit left your mind reeling. it made everything so much hotter.

you could feel her growing harder beneath you with every little desperate grind of your hips on her lap. she could practically feel you soaking her through those delicate panties. her hand snakes down, feeling the lace underneath you.

she pinches your clit through the lace, eliciting a soft squeak from your lips. "desperate tonight, aren't we?" she asks. it's a rhetorical question, of course. the wetness on her fingers from the fabric tells her all she needs to know.

those same fingers slide into her own mouth, tasting your essence. before she could reach down to peel the fabric off, you halt her with a gentle hand on her wrist.

"what is it?" she asks, brows furrowed at your clearly flustered expression.

"i... wanted to try something with you."

she seems intrigued, cocking her head to the side, letting her hands go back to your waist, settling you on her lap.

"but you might think it's stupid." you admit. she rubs circles into your hips, shaking her head.

"show me then. make a fool of yourself for me."

she allows you to ease yourself up off her lap, sliding to kneel on the bed while you gesture for her to stand. your hands quickly find the button of her dress pants, eagerly freeing her cock as she grunts from the exposure to air.

she's already quite hard in your hands, though you stroke her a few more times, placing little kisses across her leaky head before arching your chest up to her. "take it off, please?"

arlecchino realizes you mean your bra, reaching one hand to unhook the clasp with practiced ease as you shimmy it off and onto the floor.

you sit exposed to her eyes now, her eyes focused on your nipples, growing pert from the attention and temperature change.

one of your hands strokes her, collecting all of the slick she releases from her tip, sliding it across your chest. she eyes the way your skin shines now, twitching in your grasp when you play with and pinch your nipples, watching them grow harder as you whimper.

"it is... admittedly not much, but-" you lean forward, pulling her dick to slide across your chest. it is awkward and clusmy, but she grunts nonetheless, admiring your eagerness to please.

you desperately try to squeeze your breasts together once she gets the hint, fucking the space between them. it doesn't feel as good as your cunt, but the look in your eyes is enough to have her losing control.

the way you look so adorable. so focused. how badly you want to please her. how much you want her to fuck your tits.

she rubs the tip over your nipples, hearing you whine for her so cutely. her movements grow more sporadic, grunting with each thrust as you move against her. your skin is coated in slick, some of it on your chin from when she accidentally slides too high up.

one hand trails up to your head, gripping you firmly, moving your hair, while she fucks your breasts, heavily breathing before she cums. and, oh, it's messy.

she spurts onto your chest, some of it on your face and lips. just the sight of you coated in her cum has her twitching yet again. she strokes herself to completion, letting the final remainder splatter across your chest, rubbing it into your tits with her thumbs.

she pays special attention to your cute little tits, squeezing and teasing your nipples with the wetness.

"good girl." she praises you quietly, but it's enough to have your thighs rubbing in anticipation for what she has planned for you tonight.

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speaking of arle boss form............. being tag teamed by arlecchino and signora in their boss forms question mark..?

-🎱

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dom!boss form signora and arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, fingering, cunnilingus, size kink, strap-ons, allusion to anal

"she's much more fragile than i thought." arlecchino mutters, holding your chin firmly, tilting it up to inspect your teary eyes. her eyes trail down to where signora has her fingers stuffed in you.

they're bigger than usual in these forms, warmer too. maybe that's why you're completely naked and at their disposal. you wouldn't want to get sweat on your clothes, right?

signora can hear you panting as she curls her fingers into you. the little pathetic mewls you're letting out, how small you feel in her arms, it's perfect.

once you cum around her fingers, they swap you around like you're a little rag doll. you find yourself ass-up on arlecchino's lap, her fingers now stuffed into your pussy and you cry. her hands are bigger than signora's, stretching you out just like a regular sized cock.

from the corner of your eye, you see signora fastening a rather girthy strap onto herself, smirking wickedly when you watch. "see something you like, pretty girl?"

you find yourself salivating, soaking arlecchino's fingers before she pulls them out and slaps your wet cunt, causing you to squeak. "filthy." she comments, pushing you over to signora.

she folds you like you weigh nothing at all into a mating press, shoving her cock into you, grinning at how your cute little pussy struggles to take her. your whimpers and whines only make her want to fuck you harder, to just fill you up now.

arlecchino's strap now taps your lips, a silent demand to take it down your throat. her strap is just as big, if not bigger, with ridges designed for your pleasure, sliding onto your waiting tongue.

they fuck you like you're their toy, just for stress relief and bonding. when you've cum a few times like this, signora hoists you up, bouncing you on her cock before passing you to arlecchino who does the same thing. they delight in watching you slowly go dumb on their straps, head filled with thoughts of nothing but wanting to be fucked by them.

they adore how your tits bounce with each thrust, your eyes rolling back when they nudge your g-spot, your cute little sobs. oh it's all too much.

and just when you think you've adjusted, signora decides she'd like to train your other hole too.

it seems it might be quite a lengthy night...

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imagine moaning arlecchino's real name into her ear while she tries to fill you up,, I'm going crazy rn

you mumble "peruere," and her heart literally flutters with something she hasn't felt in ages

love?

real love, not lust or a mockery of romance, but the real deal for you.

her grip tightens on you, "say it again. speak up," she snaps.

(nsfw utc)

she delights in the way you whine her name, louder and more jumbled with her rougher thrusts. it sounds perfect rolling off your tongue. her true name, something she hasn't heard in so long.

she told you, of course, sharing her painful past with you. she just didn't think you'd turn that pain into something so melodic...

her cock pushes deeper into you, nudging that spongy spot while she pants into your ear, hips matching the tempo of your frantic chanting of her name, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

not for the knave, and not for arlecchino

for peruere

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im feeling particularly horny rn, so how about arlecchino with a daddy, breeding and size kink all at once 👀👀👀

i'm sure you've already indulged in plenty of this in spicychat, but here we go 😁

˚₊𓆩༺ 𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 ༻𓆪₊˚

dom!transfem arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem arle, daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, asphyxiation, thigh riding

arlecchino pinned your wrists to the bed with her left hand, leaving her right completely free. she peered down at you with slightly narrowed eyes, bright red x's drawing you in as you look up at her so sweetly.

"you're so fragile, aren't you?" she says it as if she's speaking to herself, a revelation she wants to confirm. she grips your wrists a little tighter. "delicate."

you squirm around a little when she delays what you want, whining up at her. "arlecchino ple-"

in the blink of an eye, her hand wrapped around your throat, turning your words into a soft, breathy gasp. "what did you call me?"

she loosens her grip just enough to hear you say, "sorry, daddy," and she nods, sliding her hand away.

"mind yourself, sweet girl." she warns you, her hand instead teasing your chest now as she drags her finger across your nipple. her eyes focus as she draws patterns across your chest, sharp nails leaving little lines in their wake.

her hand moves between your legs now, the other still firmly holding your wrists as she swipes two fingers across your slit. the brief motion makes you pant, squirming for more. she brings her fingers up, looking at the sheen of your slick on her digits.

"please, daddy, more?" you beg her, eyes looking so pitiful that she can't find it in her to deny you any longer.

she picks your smaller frame up, reversing your positions so she's sitting and you're resting on her lap. she drops you onto her clothed thigh, your bare cunt instantly spreading slick onto her pants.

you grab onto her shoulders instinctively, tucking your head into her shoulder as you grind your hips into her muscle. her thighs were always so firm (exactly what she trained them for, you aren't quite sure).

she tugs your head back. "look at me while you ride my thigh." she orders, gripping your jaw and watching you nod, pathetically humping her leg faster.

her eyes trail down, watching your little cunt leave slick behind as you desperately try to please both you and her. she can hear you mumbling to yourself, gasping and whining when you get close.

"can i? can i, please? please?" you begin to beg her, fingers digging into her shoulders, causing her to grunt.

"go on."

you cum with an arch of your back, crying when her hands move your hips for you, helping you ride out your orgasm until you're leaning on her limply.

"thank you... so good... thank you, daddy." you whisper and she pulls you away.

"we're not done yet, sweet girl." she cups your hips, pulling you up to grind against her bulge instead as you moan.

you look up at her for permission, and she gives you the look back, allowing you to slide down and unbutton her pants, pulling them just enough to have her cock spring up and hit your cheek.

it never fails to leave you breathless, wondering how such a thing would ever fit inside of you. she grasps her base, hissing through her teeth. "you're overthinking again. i'll make it fit; i always do."

she pulls you up, a hand cupping your cunt and eliciting a squeal from you, collecting the copious amount of slick you've released. she slides it into her own cock, thumb rubbing into her tip as she grunts.

once she's stroked herself to full hardness, she pulls you over her lap again, making you kneel while her tip hovers below your entrance.

you cry out when she pushes you down onto her dick, slowly stretching you out. your hands scramble to take purchase, clawing at her jacket at the slight sting.

the way you flutter around her makes her grunt, eyes closing as she leans in and kisses your neck, ensuring you take her all the way to the base.

"you can take it." she assures you lowly, sliding you down to take the last inch before allowing you a moment to adjust. you feel so tight around her, she wants to breed her pretty toy right now.

she cups your hips now, pulling you up and down her cock at her pace. you feel so light in her arms, so easy to maneuver however she wants. you're like her little doll, aren't you? doing anything to please her and be pleased.

"daddy! feels good-" you whimper into her ear and she moans softly, pulling you down at the same time her hips snap up just to hear you squeal.

"doing so well for me, doll." she tells you, kissing your cheek and fucking you harder. "do you want me to fill you up?"

the question makes your head pop up and you nod rapidly, suddenly pulling her head to you with shaky hands while she fucks you. "you- you will?"

she can swear her own heart flutters when she sees how eager you are for her, and she nods, slamming you onto her while you pull her in for a kiss. her tongue slides over yours, drinking up your moans while she bounces you shallowly as if you're a toy for her.

she pulls you closer, letting you grind your clit on the soft patch of hair over her cock, hearing you moan against her mouth while you tighten up around her.

"cum for me." she tells you softly, almost uncharacteristically as you release around her, feeling her slide as deep as she can, fucking you faster to reach her high.

and then, true to her word, she fills you up. it leaks out of you quickly that she immediately lays you down, propping your hips up with her cock still in you to plug you up. "don't waste a single drop, sweet girl." she kisses you deeply, feeling you snuggle into her chest.

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CAN YOU DO ARLE X READER IN SUNDRESS W NO PANTIES????

considering this heatwave we are getting, i think i can manage this 😁

oh sundress season my beloved. i ♡ women

(nsfw utc - tw wlw content, thigh grinding, fem!reader)

"it's practically boiling outside." you huff at arlecchino as you walk into her office.

she merely hums, seemingly unaffected by the heat as her nose stays buried in her work. "it must be. even the children refuse to play outside these days."

she finally looks up at you, nearly dropping her pen when she sees what you're wearing. it's her favorite dress: the soft blue one that flares out when you walk or spin. the perfect combination of summery and elegant.

she sets her work down, beckoning you to her side. "you look beautiful." she knows the material is light and airy, probably the main reason for your choice. though, a selfish part of her wants to believe it was for her to look at.

"you think so?" you grin, knowing just how much she enjoyed this dress. you do a little spin, letting her see your thighs before you sit on her lap.

her hands snake up your thighs, and you shiver, biting your cheek, anticipating her reaction when she discovers-

"nothing under your dress?" she comments. "feeling cheeky today, aren't we?"

her clawed hands grab at your hips, squeezing your ass and settling your body on hers. "you know you love it." you grin, gasping when she spanks you.

"behave." she warns, nosing at your neck. "you're getting ahead of yourself with that attitude."

she feels you rubbing against her thigh, instead holding you firmly down so you cannot move at all. "not fair." you pout, garnering a scoff from her.

"you being a little tempting minx is what's not fair. you seem to have forgotten i'm supposed to be working." she sighs, shaking her head. "what to do with a disobedient little thing like you? what would satisfy you?" she grips your jaw, squeezing your cheeks.

you grind against her, her other hand loosening its hold as she allows you to rub your cunt on her thigh. you know you're probably leaving a mess, but you just can't help it.

she tugs the top of the dress down, allowing her to see your chest, humming appreciatively at the sight of your breasts. "such a pretty girl." she kisses your cheek, enjoying your desperate whines while you chase the friction from her pants.

arlecchino bunches your dress up your hips, allowing her to see you pathetically rutting against her. it embarrasses you, to say the least, but she doesn't seem to care.

she encourages you to make a mess for her, if only to have an excuse to discipline you later on. but, surely, that is part of the fun, is it not?