#albarequests

[celuere]

Have you ever thought of arle fucking milf reader? Milf reader dont have no spouse no more just her 1 kid(futa spouse is dead for the story) and arle found her shopping(finds her hotdamn ass) for food(or whatever type of first meeting you think would be a banger i suck at this). She saw the ring and thought shes taken but shes a widow and grabbed the opportunity. She ends up being the mother of the house of hearth. Lovemaking proceeds and baby #2 of milf reader is arle's kid its a win win. Thank you if youll ever reply to this request

okay anon, hear me out.

dilf arle with milf!reader in a modern setting.

cw: breeding, not proofread sob will maybe change a slight bit when i get to it

i will maybe expand this idea and its lore in the future because i actually LOVELOVELOVE this concept, anon i hope this satisfies you!

nsfw utc, minors dni

you meeting her for the first time after you enrolled your daughter in kindergarten. it‘s her first week and on thursday you get asked into the office of the head of the nursery and turns out your little girl accidentally spilled a whole bucket of sand over her playmates head. naturally she didn‘t get in any serious trouble but just for the formalities she needed to speak with you and the father of the poor victim.

upon entering the office with your daughter hiding behind your figure, you immediately spot a sobbing freminet who is still getting sand patted off of his blonde hair by none other than his fath- father? you only saw a rather broad shouldered woman with snow for hair and crosses as pupils fixated on her son as she knelt before him. but when her narrowed eyes met yours, she silently thanked your daughter for her small accident because she certainly didn‘t expect someone as beautiful as you to enter. while your children were busy with sobby apologies and forgivings, the two of exchanged pleasantries, turns out the woman herself is a divorced „father“ of three and picks up little freminet on thursdays and fridays, the reason why you didn’t met her until now.

she also tells you that she is in home office next tuesday. if you… happen to come over for a coffee that is.

now, freminet and your daughter would evolve into best buddies QUICKLY, always hugging each other in the morning, napping next to each other each day, you quite literally have no choice other than to accompany her on their playdates every week. with his father that is. you also get to meet her set of twins, lyney and lynette, who happen to be quite the energetic pack of eight year olds. well, lyney that is. you don‘t think that boy has ever known a moment of silence and peace with the way he is always off and about on the playground, dragging his sister behind him. quite the lovely family, really. but still… you don’t happen to miss the glance arlecchino is throwing you every once in a while,as if she wanted to ask you something.

maybe that is why you weren‘t surprised when you found a pair of lips clinging to your neck on a regular morning. you both just dropped both of your kids off at the nursery and decided to settle for some breakfast at arlecchino‘s house. or maybe you happened to be her breakfast with the way she devoured your mouth with her own. not like it was the first time. whenever the house was swiped empty of any kids, arlecchino just couldn’t simply keep her hands to herself. they were all over you. hips, ass, tits, stripping you bare layer for layer in her bedroom.

„sh-shouldn‘t you- hah… b-be working…?“, you asked breathlessly in between her almost aggressive kisses, your lips already swollen from how often she nibbled on them.

„i should… but i‘ve got some more important tasks at hand.“, with that she shoved your sweater over your chest, followed by a deep inhale from her side as she took in your figure.

ever since your late wife passed away two years ago in a tragic accident, the thought of letting another woman into your heart ever again never crossed your mind. until you crossed paths with arlecchino. or rather peruere. the woman herself has been divorced for a good three years but you couldn’t quite tell if you were just a temporary cure for her lonely heart or if she was being serious with you. you wanted her to be. you really did.

you gasped so softly at the tattooed hand running over your tummy, giving it a gentle squeeze as she leaned down to pester your still covered breasts in lovebites and tickling kisses. you used to be insecure about the stretch marks gracing the skin your stomach and the extra bit of tummy fat, but arle seemed to relish in the sight. never failing to pay them extra attention.

„you are so ravishing, dove…“, with your pants long gone, she only had to tug your already soaked slip aside.

„h-how could i forget that if you mention it every single time…?“, you gulped as peruere hooked her thumbs underneath the hem of her sweatpants to tug them down. seeing her in anything else other than in her usual elegant attire made her look utterly… normal… and attractive. one would think this woman couldn’t get any better at a certain point.

„you certainly make it very difficult for me to not mention it, gorgeous.“

and then she was all over you. hot lips clinging to your jawline like a second skin as she buries herself inside of you, her cock pumping into you felt like coming home after a long day at work to her. my, you are clenching so tightly around her as she finally bottoms out, squeezing her in an attempt to keep her dick deeply buried inside.

with her work now long forgotten, she began to set a pace with her hips. at first the rhythm was slow, almost agonizing until the first plea for something harder left your mouth. you wanted all of her. yearned for every single curve, every single inch of her as muttered something like „so impatient…“ underneath her breath when she angled her hips and hit that oh so beautiful spot right on her first try.

seeing you fall apart underneath her scratched a corner inside the woman’s brain she didn’t even know existed in the first place. the way you bit your lower lip whenever she pulled back. or how your hands grabbed into the pillow your were laying on. or how you looked at her through half-lidded eyes when she pumped her cum into your hungry cunt.

maybe you both „forgot“ about protection today. maybe she didn’t mind it when you locked your legs around her hips to keep her pressed up into you. to keep her seed from leaking out. the idea of you bringing a new addition to her family… so help this woman. and your poor pussy.

„there we go… my… didn’t come yet…? we can’t have that now can we?“

she still has some hours to spare until the kids need to be picked up.

[celuere]

Can I pretty please, and oh so kindly, and only if it's okay, request for soft smut scene with Arlecchino? I love your headcanons about her when her wife is pregnant and even after giving birth... So I can't help but fantasize about Arlecchino making sweet love to her wife a couple of weeks after she recovers from childbirth? Thank you so much, and I hope you keep creating and sharing your beautiful brainchildren. 🥹🥰

birds of a feather.

pairing: arlecchino x fem!reader

cw: fingering, arles fat dick, soft sex omg, pathetic lesbian arlecchino who cheered, so much fluff it‘ll make you throw up, body worship, breeding because one child with her ain‘t enough, uhmmm slight lactation kink- WHO SAID THAT.

anon you GOT me with that ask. like straight up grabbing me by the throat with it. bless you. 

word count: 2.2k

you breathed out a sigh laced with exhaustion as you pulled your dirty shirt over your head. turns out having a baby throw up over you right after getting off the breast isn‘t the most pleasant experience.

your eyes lingered on your body a bit too long. the stretch marks on your tummy along with the loose skin from your baby belly were enough evidence of the childbirth you put yourself through a little over six months. luckily it wasn‘t as bad as some stories made it out to be, but those 36 hours of labor were… something. ten fingers weren‘t enough to count how often you told your husband to shut up even tho she tried her best to relieve you. wiping your forehead with a cool cloth, helping you walk the stairs of your manor up and down which was… embarrassing with an entire team of midwives and doctors watching your every step. but overall you did amazing.

parenthood was… scary might be the wrong term but it was definitely new territory for the both of you. even arlecchino. she could handle toddlers, teenagers and young adults, that‘s what she has been doing for the last ten years after all, but a newborn? which she gets to call her own? the baby you nurtured in your belly for nine months? cut her some slack, she is doing the best she can. you aren‘t even allowed to get up during the night if she isn‘t hungry. it is always your husband changing her diapers and soothing her back to slumber so incredibly fast that you start wondering if she isn‘t feeding the baby benadryl.

you looked up to the door being opened by none other than arlecchino, bloody eyes immediately landing on your exposed upper body before they drove up to your face. she visibly swallowed.

„she… just fell back asleep.“, her mouth was slightly left open as she closed the door behind her. she couldn‘t quite tear her gaze off of you and that meant something. she wasn‘t being awkward when you breastfed, nor did she even mention the topic of intimacy for the last months but now… she did look quite caught off guard.

„you are staring, honey…“

the harbinger slightly shook her head, averting her eyes as she walked over to your shared bed.

„my apologies. i didn’t intend to cause any unease for you. but…“, with her back turned to you, you failed to see how she had to bite her lower lip. and how she was practically clawing into her pants.

„but you look ravishing.“

you stayed silent as you watched your husband get back into bed. heart pounding against your ribcage, threatening to set out a beat or two. it has been a while since those x‘s have been filled with anything else other than love and affection. the moment was short lived but you did catch that glimmer of lust flying over her face. 

„ravishing you say…?“, you let your sleepwear drop to the floor as you made your way over to her and god the way her eyes where quite literally fucking you already.

„what do you think you‘re doing?“, she didn’t quite know where to look. your swollen breasts? your tummy and the marks stretching over the skin? or your beautiful face? it‘s not often that the knave is having a hard time with making decisions.

„you… looked like you wanted to have a closer look…“

„ma cherié, please cover yourself up- i don’t want you to walk around with your bare chest for my sake.“, grabbing the cardigan that was resting on your side of the bed before she handed it over to you, trying to ignore just how hard she already was from merely looking at you.

„why, don’t you like what you are seeing…? i know i gained some weight during pregnancy a-and my stomach is also hanging a bit loose…“, you did feel your heart sink at the thought of being unattractive to her. especially after what you put your body through.

arlecchino only stared at you in disbelief of what you just said. as if you just slapped her right across the face. the disbelief in her eyes seemingly growing with each moment that passed.

„i strongly detest such accusations. infact, i have never found you more beautiful…“, her hand gently clasped your arm in her grip as she tugged you onto her lap, „yet i don‘t want you to feel obligated to show yourself off to me. you… gave birth. you bore my child. i want things to move at your pace and if i ever gave you a different impression then i deeply apologize for that. it wasn‘t my inten-“, she halted mid-sentence when you moved her hand over to your tits until she cupping you in her palm.

„we are very much moving at my pace, my dear husband… do you have any idea how difficult it is to watch you do literally anything lately…?“, you noticed her lips part as her hand gave you a soft squeeze, dragging a moan right out of you.

„is that so? elaborate…“, she gave your nipple a tender pinch, eyes never leaving your own.

„i-it‘s just the way you handle her- or how you‘ve been in home office for the last months now… a-always being there when i need you… s-simple things l-like that… hah…“, your face flushed more with a deep red after each syllable rolling over your lips. her intense gaze on you. the hand massaging your tit. you almost didn‘t notice in the midst of the heat how you began to lose some milk. her attention was immediately fixed on the creamy fluid running over her hand.

„look at you…“, you audibly gasped as you felt her mouth close around your nipple. not sucking. merely letting this fluid gold run right over tongue. she has been curious for quite some time about the taste but archons forbid the knave would ask her nursing wife to have a taste of her breastmilk. she needs to maintain at least some of her dignity.

pregnancy has made them so incredibly sensitive to the touch. seeing your husband knead and clinging to them is just… you‘ll have to change panties again. or maybe you don‘t. because a certain hand was already working on shoving them aside, coating her fingers immediately in your slick as she let go of your boob.

„you taste just as sweet as i expected… and as you look.“, something in her eyes turned so incredibly weak at the sight of your flushed face. while something else was straining against the prison of her boxers. 

„y-you are overdoing it, r-really- ah-!“, your hand found her neck as she sunk two clipped fingers into your warmth. and god it felt like coming back home to a home cooked meal after a long business trip. her movements were hesitant at first as she studied your face for any signs of pain or being uncomfortable.

„mhm… my sweet angel… already moving your hips against me?“, her smile was lethal when she managed to hit your weakest spot with just a simple curl of her fingers. on the first try.

the sudden hit caused your back to arch and your body to shiver. it almost felt like she was not a single day out of practice where it not for the hesitant movements.

she was testing how deep the waters are before she steps into them.

„h-how- how do you still know how to h-hit it-?“, a rhetorical question.

„my love.“, her digits now softly pressing and massaging this important spot inside of you as you were gripping onto her fingers for dear life, „i could never forget something as important as my wife‘s pleasure.“

you forgot how truly skilled she actually was with those fingers. how good she knew your body from the outside and inside. each curl felt calculated as if she wanted to push you near the cliff of your self restraint but not off of it. and it worked so well. 

arlecchino on the other side was absolutely besotted if not getting completely drunk off the sight of her wife riding her fingers as if it‘s day one. crimson gaze roaming over your body, how your tits bounced with each movement in front of her face and those stretchmarks… these things were awakening something in her that harbinger didn‘t even know existed. and she loved you for it. she loved how you led her to discovering new sides of herself everyday. a baby? something she could only ever imagine with you and nobody else.

„peru- p-peruere please-“

„please what, amour? you have such a pretty mouth… tell me exactly what you want me to do…“, her voice was reduced to nothing but a soft whisper. no sign of the usual deep, monotone sound.

„c-can- gulp can i have you inside- n-not your fingers- i-i mean your-“, she didn‘t let you finish that sentence as you felt her hand securing the back of your head as she carefully laid you back down on the mattress, fingers smoothly retreating from your aching pussy.

„i‘ll give you anything you want, dove. i‘d even pluck the moon out of the firmament if you asked me to.“, a much bigger hand engulfed yours before lifting it up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss right on top of your wedding ring. archons above. you never felt more fertile to be honest.

and if eyes could fuck, you‘d be on your 4th orgasm already.

„wh-what… what are you looking at…?“, you suppressed the urge to hide your body by crossing your arms in front of your chest.

„i… am currently looking at my stunning wife. and how beautiful she still looks after bringing a baby into the world.“, your lungs grew suddenly too big for your ribcage as she lowered her head towards your abdomen before you felt her lips hitting one of the various marks stretching over the skin.

„mother of my child… music to my ears.“, and it didn‘t stop at peppering gentle kisses onto you. her hands had to give your hips a nice massage as she slowly worked her way up to breasts, cupping the soft mass in her cursed existence before you found the hardened bud back between her lips.

you didn‘t know how many minutes she spent with just kissing and licking every single inch of your body. whispering the occasional „i love you.“ in between those sensual moments while your heart hurt so bad. not in a bad way of course. her words just seemed too big for you to comprehend, it felt like it was ripping you apart from the inside. sex never felt dirty with her. no matter how rough or soft she was with you. it was always intimate, sensitive, special. like two puzzle pieces finally fitting each other.

she almost came right on the spot when she entered you. actually had to take a few moments to regulate her breathing in order to not come inside of you after ten seconds. since when did she have so little control over herself?

on the other side of the coin you weren‘t doing any better. hips urging her to go deeper as you gripped the sheets with all your might in an attempt to somehow anchor yourself. 

„may i-“

„god please- yes-“

you often pictured this particular moment. the first bit of intimacy after months of navigating parenthood. you imagined her to be starved. rough. hungry. yet she was none of it. her pace was slow, almost scared. as if she was handling a porcelain figure. her grip on you was tender. no nails digging into you since she is keeping them neatly filed down in order to not harm the baby. and she was moaning. something she barely did. your husband was vocal. vocal and vulnerable and you couldn‘t get enough of it. 

she looked so weak. so incredibly weak with how she had to keep the drool running out of her mouth by licking her lips every now and then, red eyes darting around, unsure where to look. your flushed face? your chest? your abdomen? or her dick pumping in and out of you and the creamy ring that already formed around her base?

if her place was inside her wife‘s pussy then so be it.

you choose to not comment on her state. she‘d deny it anyway.

what really did the trick for her was when you grabbed after her hand, fingers intertwining with each other as if not even time and space could separate you.

„tu seras ma fin…“

„you will be the end of me…“

you shared everything that night. memories. weaknesses and even orgasms.

when she painted thick ropes of her cum inside of you she couldn‘t fight the urge to press you all the way down on her. to make sure she was savoring every single bit of herself inside of you.

and right now you moaned her name like a prayer to the gods. not to be saved but to be blessed with maybe another addition to the family. securing the bloodlines or something like that.

your joined panting filled the room and the smell of raw sex probably hung in the air too.

„thank you.“

„f-for what…?“

it was then when you heard a cry coming from across the hallway. an all too familiar cry. a reminder of your love for each other.

„for this.“

[celuere]

New to this whole requesting stuff and leaving this b4 i forget but here goes nothing, sorry for the language. You work as arlecchino's maid in a mansion except everyone absolutely fears her, and here you are on her lap with dick/strap inside you scared for your life

I swear to you that sounded so much better in my head BELEIVE ME

help me get away from myself.

pairing: vampire!arlecchino x fem!maid reader

cw: bloodsucking, cockwarming, arle‘s fat dick, kinda forbidden relationship, no actual plot arle is just a horny fuck for you

anon i allowed myself to add a little extra to your request because vampire arle with her human maid... oh i’m SOLD. also kinda shirt but i really like this nonetheless, will probably be making a lil nasty series out of this… please go wild about this in my inbox. ignore the request break. just throw them at me.

thursday 3pm: dust off lord arlecchino‘s study.

that was your task. one might think it couldn’t get any easier than that. 

she was by no means an easy person and there was barely a subordinate or one of her children who didn’t fear and/or respects her. 

but trying to do your job turned out extremely difficult when you were sat down on your lord‘s dick as she buries her fangs into your neck. 

„m-my lord-”, you couldn’t help but press yourself closer against her, wanting a bit of comfort to the stinging sensation that spread like a wildfire over your shoulder.

she only hummed against your skin, a low moan getting swallowed up from her side at your sweet taste. cursed hands coming up to further strip you of your already messed up attire, freeing your beautiful tits and rubbing her index fingers over your hardened nipples.

it only contributed to how tightly you were clenching around your master’s cock you were nestled onto. like a doll she was keeping in place. 

she slowly let go of your burning skin, letting the blood run down your perked up tits before staining the fabric of your dress „you‘re tasting particularly sweet today, my dove…“, she leaned in before you felt her tongue gliding over your dirtied skin and savoring the crimson fluid. you tasted like salvation and sin at once. the forbidden fruit she wasn’t allowed to have. mocking her lack in self discipline. an ancient vampire- a vampire turned by her majesty herself- unable to keep her hands off of the sweet human maid that stumbled into her mansion a few months back. poor you was merely looking for a shelter from the rainy weather. you didn‘t plan on becoming your lord‘s pretty little bloodbank. her very own sanctuary. but the tip of her dick oh so gently pressing against your cervix wasn‘t exactly helping you to feel at least a little humiliation from your decision. you choose to stay here after all.

her fangs suddenly piercing the soft flesh of your right tit caused you to yelp, hips buckling into her as you watched arlecchino suck on your breast for all you were worth. the other hand resting on your thigh was now digging its nails into your muscle, trying to somehow fuse her very being with your poor soul. you didn’t know how much more your pussy could take like this with how arlecchino was practically moaning into your breast.

usually the lord was a feared figure within the fatui ranks. the clan was known for their ruthless agenda, yet its leader was kind right down to the bone. arlecchino forgot the details of her mortal life long ago, but something about the fragile mortal taking her cock while allowing her done on her crimson nectar. she was absolutely besotted with you.

the metallic taste spreading over her tongue with each gulp made her feel… alive. she forgot what it felt like. to feel. to be able to look at herself in the mirror. to be human. 

to be weak.

you tried pulling away when she started taking bigger gulps of you. her grip no longer desperate but almost hurtful. 

arlecchino often debated wether she should kill you or not. to leave you alive meant leaving a weakness in her profile. a weakness she couldn’t allow to influence her.

but who would suspect the knave having a soft spot for the mortal maid she kept hushing around like a dog?

the soft plea for her to let go of you pushed her out of her thoughts and surprisingly… she obliged. retreating her fangs from your flesh before pressing a soft kiss to your wounded skin, your consciousness was hanging by a simple thread. a thread she loved playing with. wether it by having you pump your fingers in and out that greedy cunt or watching you strip in front of her. she always found new ways to entertain herself with you.

just when she wanted to open her mouth, the soft knock against the door to her study reached your ears „my lord, some letters have arrived for you.“

your heart rate picked up and suddenly warming your master‘s cock seemed like a horrible idea to you but the hand resting on your ass kept you firmly pressed down on her shaft. she only clicked her tongue in slight annoyance.

„not now. i have…“, two fingers delicately rubbed over your already hard nipple before pinching it. you barely managed to cover up the yelp.

„important business to tend to.“, the corners of her lips quirked up at her wording. that terrified look amused her way more than she‘d like to admit. 

„mh… did you really think i‘d just… let him come in?“, the black hand palming your behind was now gently tapping against your skin. she wanted you to start moving.

your mind was still hazy from her huge blood intake, but you were still the master of your senses enough to stay put on her aching dick.

„a-ah… m-maybe… i-i wasn’t sure…“

„now, now… i have no desire to show you off to the world while you’re riding me senseless.“, the woman leaned back in her chair, legs seemingly spreading wider as the red crosses in the void of her eyes lit up, „get to bouncing, pet.“

[celuere]

Arle with morning wood..

ANON YOU FUCKING GET MEEEE ugh arle with a morning wood is UGHHHEHSBDBSB

cw: consensual somnophilia, kind of submissive arle tbh, breeding

nsfw utc, mdni!

i imagine her to wake up with one of those pained groans when she realizes the tent in her pants is in fact the cause for her early discomfort. then her eyes would glide over to your still sleeping figure, hugging the pillow and nudging her hip with your ass, while your tanktop would only cover up half of your chest.

maybe she should pay you back for last week when she woke up with her cock buried in your throat. maybe she should-

her hands were already busy with freeing the aching boner from her pants. then she went over to get rid of yours. goodness the sight of your untouched pussy… your folds still slick from yesterday when had you humping and riding her hand… she‘d be a fool to not take the opportunity. given how you clearly communicated with her that you were more than fine with her waking you up with her dick inside of you.

she’d be gentle. spitting on your cunt and making sure to rub her saliva over your folds to further lube you up. she wouldn’t move you either as to not disturb your slumber, any position will do for her as long as she can feel you clenching around her hardness.

grabbing onto your ass to slightly spread your pussy apart when she insert herself slowly, a low groan falling from her lips the further you engulf her. goodness you‘re so loose, yet clench around her so tightly, she might as well lost her mind when the first muffled whimper escaped your mouth.

her pace would be soft but not too slow, just enough to satisfy the aching pain while she watched your juices form a creamy ring around her base. so help her. she is so vulnerable right now with those soft little whimpers and whines leaving her lips, sounds she rarely exposes you to when awake.

you‘d only wake up once she came inside, and with your own orgasm now building up. hair strands clinging to your sweaty face, your cunt being stretched open on your wife‘s cock was more than your sleepy self could handle.

but that plea would still find its way over your lips. the plea for her to fuck you faster.

arlecchino is usually a woman of control and dominance.

usually.

but now she was straight up burying her face into your shoulder in an attempt to muffle those absolute pathetic moans. she was still sleepy. she was still sleepy and so incredibly needy for her wife, wanting nothing more than to watch her semen spill out of your used pussy. at one point she was just fucking the living daylights out of your foggy mind. no words were muttered. just the occasional, desperate „i love you.“ being mumbled into your skin when she rings yet another orgasm out of you.

you didn’t let her pull out when she thought you had enough. you wanted to keep on hearing the headboard slamming against the wall with each of her thrusts. you wanted to feel full of her.

and who is arlecchino to disobey her wife?

[celuere]

reader buying new lipstick and testing it out on arlecchino!!!

(except it’s by sucking her off <33)

also will you start writing for ptn? I LOVE ZOYA SO MUCH SOBS

anon it‘s 6:30 am but i can’t possibly go to bed without answering this. i‘m thirsting for sesbian lex. (i have to see about ptn tho sob)

cw: fem!reader, CONSENSUAL, deepthroating, sloppy headjob, dacryphilia, masturbating, a lil obsessive arle (she just loves seeing her wife struggle taking her dick)

„mhm… just like that… my, look at your pretty lips…“, a black hand gently stroked through your open hair before getting a good grip on the strands.

you looked so beautiful in her eyes.

not because of the pretty dress you were wearing to tonight. the deep red fabric clinging to your gorgeous curves and highlighting your cleavage almost a bit too much for her liking.

or because of the beautiful tears staining the corner of your eyes, the eyeshadow you applied earlier already smeared.

but you always looked like your most beautiful self when your mouth was full of her cock. she just couldn’t resist letting you have a taste when she got a first look on your make up for the evening.

all because of that lipstick.

the bloody red had faded away long ago. the color now sticking to the skin around her base along with her shaft. not of very high quality if you‘re asking her.

„so pretty… all on your knees for me… what are those beautiful tears for, hm…?“, she scooped up the salty fluid with her index finger before bringing it up to her lips. tongue lapping over her skin as she hums at the taste of your current predicament.

your dress surely was ruined by now with how you were practically drooling over her dick with each thrust of her hips forcing some of the saliva-precum mix out of your mouth. you could feel your chin dripping with the mixture.

groaning slightly against her as her tip kissed the back of your throat once more before inching further in, you couldn’t help but gag at her sheer size. but she kept you over her dick. kept herself neatly buried in your warm throat as something akin to obsession glistened in your husbands crimson eyes.

she will never get tired of this. never get tired of the way your nose crinkles slightly whenever it reached her bush. never get tired of your soft gags and the muffled sobs leaving your lips. never get tired of that pleading look in your eyes as she pushes herself inside your throat once more. you‘d have to kill her in order to remove her dick from you.

you actually had places to be. pantalone would be hosting an auction tonight and as his fellow colleague… who were the knave to decline his invitation? but now she had her wife all sobby and obedient on her knees for her, with your mixed slick covering yout gorgeous tits. she‘ll take that over an evening filled with idiotic smalltalk and greedy businessmen any day.

one of arlecchinos rare smirks tugged almost mockingly at her lips as she watched you struggle to take her all in. and don’t think she didn’t notice how your own hand already sneaked between your legs. she knows exactly you’re fingering yourself right now. she just doesn’t know yet if she should punish your for it.

you squeezed your eyes closed as the grip on your hair suddenly tightened as you heard a low groan escaping your husband and soon the salty, bitter taste of her spread on your tongue as she pulled out from your throat. starting to cough as you swallowed the not so delicious mixture, a cursed hand soon squeezed your face and forced you to look back up into those bloody x‘s practically burning through you.

„open up. i want to make sure you swallowed everything.“, tapping your cheek with her nail you ran your tongue over your front teeth before reluctantly parting your lips. an almost pleased sound slipping out faster than you could have stopped it from how desperately your were clenching around your own fingers.

„i said open up and not moan into my face.“, she pushed her thumb into your mouth to force your jaw completely open before inspecting your mouth for any remains of her.

„good girl.“, obviously pleased with the results, your husband now let go of you and leaned over to your make-up desk.

you finally allowed yourself to fill your lungs back up with the oxygen you so desperately craved for, „d-done now…?“

„done?“, she bent back down to you when you spotted a light pink lipstick in her hand. she caught your chin between her finger and you could have sworn she almost looked excited as she painted your lips in said color, „this brand obviously wasn’t of high quality. i fear we have to try out the other ones until we find one that actually lasts. truly a pity, don’t you think so, my little dove…?“

you just wanted to open your mouth to talk back but she shushed you by tapping your plump lips with her dripping tip.

„open.“

[celuere]

Yoooo glad to see requests are back on!! I'd like to request Arlecchino + Fem!Reader smut please! >_< I love the idea of Arle maybe wanting to fuck you after a long tiring day at work, but she's too exhausted to go all-out, so she lets you ride her thigh or her abs while she guides your hips aaeaeaeaeeuuuawefjsdk

„My love… you don‘t have to do this for my sake.“, bloody x‘s carefully watch your every move as your hands work the fabric of her shirt over her abdomen, the various scars and honed physical appearance that were adorning her skin like beautiful decorations telling you a story you were already familiar with.

„That may be true… but if my husband wants to feel released after a long…“, you could notice her adam’s apple visibly move as you proceeded to get rid of your panties for her, „…dreadful day… Then I can’t just ignore her obvious needs…“, the mattress sunk further down next to her hips as you moved over her laying figure and you have never seen her so incredibly quiet. Eyes that didn’t know where to look first. Hands twitching next to your knees that didn’t know where to touch.

You were too much to take in at once for her. She has seen you naked countless times, explored your body with her tongue for more times than she ever cared to count and even after marriage- Arlecchino couldn’t handle the sight of her beautiful wife being on top of her. It caused her heart to race. Faster than she‘d like to admit. The feeling of your slick lower lips pressing against her toned muscles- the way your hand rested on her chest for some sort of balance as you began to drag your pussy over her abs. The Knave now regretted choosing such tight underwear before dressing for bed. Her dick was killing her.

You were the bane of her existence.

And she loved your for it.

Blackened hands planted themselves on your waist with a thumb, massaging gentle circles into your soft skin as she helped you quicken your pace. She wanted needed more of those soft mewls that fell out from between those pretty lips of yours as your mouth hung open. Goodness, using her muscles as a grinding pad turned out to be one of the best ideas you‘ve ever gotten.

„Tu seras ma fin un jour.“

„You will be the end of me one day.“

[celuere]

MWAHAHA IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH >:)

Recs are finally open and I've had this one for about a month.

Can I get a very smutty oneshot of Arlecchino giving backshots while running her nails down (gn?) reader's spine. Either hole will do (idk if ur comfy writing anal 👀) but please include some moderate degredation, pillow gripping, and Arle going feral about dat back arch 😼

I totally understand if ur not okay with the content of my ask. I checked your rules and couldn't find anything against it, but I wouldn't put it past me to overlook it (sorry in advance if that's the case)

I'm so glad recs are open again, I fucking love ur blog.

pairing: dom!arlecchino x gn!reader

cw: strap-on, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, teasing, pet names, forced quiet sex (the quiet is forced!!!! NOT the sesbian lex)

of course you can my fellow boxing champion!

will refer to readers hole as pussy, cunt etc as usual, what you view it as is completely up to you!

divider by @/jiyascepter

the hotel was quiet.

it always was at one in the morning.

if it weren‘t for the sloppy and absolutely filthy sounds echoing through the hallway. a bedframe slamming against the wall in a steady, almost diabolical rhythm.

room 456.

that room was assigned to none other than the knave herself.

„shut it. or do you want the whole hotel to know how much of a pathetic mess you are?“, a strong hand grabbed a good chunk of your hair before your head was forced down into the pillow, muffling your sounds of exhilarating ecstasy as if the bed wasn‘t already creaking loud enough to wake the whole city.

„tch. i can‘t even fuck my spouse in peace in my own hotel room.“, yes, your husband was indeed pissed at the lack of privacy, but she just couldn‘t wait until you were finally back at your estate. a negotiation required her to leave the comfort of her office at zapolyarny palace, something arlecchino always perceived as irritating and unpleasant. but this time it was a lot more endurable since you decided to accompany her. and she wanted to pay you back for it. she never forced you to sit through hours of nerv-ending conversations, yet you still sat besides her like the perfect partner that you are.

you mewled at the tip pressing against your g-spot, your back bending into a beautiful arch as you pressed your ass further into her, hands grabbing into your pillow as if it was the first time for your husband to take you to bed.

„look at you. shivering and crying over my cock like the whore that you are…“, a single red-painted nail traced the trail of your spine down to your hips, the sharp tip could count as a weapon itself. yet it left you all the more breathless, shivering as if she just dumped an entire bucket of ice-water over your bare body.

„i want to see more of that.“

in one smooth motion her hips pulled back until only the tip was left inside your cunt, the sudden backtracking causing you to reach your hand back in attempt to keep her from pulling out any further.

„w-wait- no-“, your action was only met by her slapping your hand away.

„what do i always tell you about keeping your hands to yourself, doll?“, the petname was accompanied by her filling up your greedy hole to the brim in one motion. stretching your further open on her cock while your arms immediately wrapped back around the pillow. 

but that wasn‘t enough to handle the pace she was about to set.

you‘d almost think she is fucking you out of spite rather than love with how deeply she was plowing her cock into you, bottoming out with each thrust and making sure the tip was brushing against that certain spot inside of you that forced the stars into your vision with each time.

„such a dirty, little thing for me…“

as if she didn‘t bring the strap on purpose.

you could only hope she‘d leave your abdomen intact… and the bed…

[celuere]

Imagine getting married to Arlecchino, officially being hers to where it's legally binding. This woman would be glaring at the officiant and refusing to say "I do" simply because of the "till death do you part." This woman wouldn't let her precious wife go even after death.

I ONLY HEAR FACTS. She‘s not the toxic possessive type but rather the type where people can look but not touch. They can yearn for you but they can’t have you. She’d be confident enough to not breathe down your neck 24/7 at social gatherings but lord and behold if there is someone trying to get a little too touchy with you. She’d be by your side in an instant, arm sneaking around you waist and tugging you close to her chest while she directs the conversation almost immediately to her own advantage, subtle threats hiding behind each sentence that would send any person RUNNING into the opposite direction.

And if you don’t express any distaste for it, Arlecchino is a huge fan of public affection. And I’m not talking about anything cutesy like sweet talking you in public or letting you baby her at the dinner table. I’m talking about her literally grabbing you by the hips, nails digging into the tender muscles as her lips connect with yours as if you were the life support she so desperately needed. In front of archons know how many people, from whom you will probably be earning a lot of dirty looks from this sudden display of… „affection“.

But we were talking about the Knave. The fourth Fatui Harbinger. One of Snezhnaya‘s most feared diplomats and powerful figures. What are they gonna do? Complain? To who exactly? Her Majesty certainly won’t bat an eye.

She could do whatever she pleased with you and she relished in that fact. Just how was she supposed to keep her hands to herself when you looked like a walking gourmet dinner every. single. day. No matter what you’re wearing. It was torture for her. And seeing so many people gawk at her wife as if there isn’t a wholeass wedding ring attached to your Ringfinger? Don’t piss her off.

[celuere]

So reading Blunt Rotation gave me the idea of Arle and another Woman (doesn't matter who) passing Fem reader back and forth, repeatedly shotgunning Her until she's on cloud 9 and then passing Her back and forth on their Straps/Cocks.

(totally get if Intox if that level isn't your thing, you just gave me major Brainworms)

Uhm… ARLEZANI- OH MY GOD WHO SAID THAT??????

Just two handsome women passing you back and forth on their dicks like it‘s daily routine, your cunt stuffed with their mixed cum as you lay between them, a fucked out mess, as you watch them pass the singular blunt around, occasionally leaning down to exhale the sweet smoke right into your mouth before two strong hands drag you back onto her lap. Zani usually has a hard time staying hard after an orgasm but you make it so incredibly easy for her. Unlike Peruere she isn’t tattooed on multiple places, but she does have a nose piercing. One that makes her all the more attractive. The kind of attractive that makes her irresistible, almost as addicting as the herbs they‘ve been smoking in a straight line.

„Hm… still dripping from us…? Poor thing…“, a steady hand would guide you by your ass over her dripping cockhead, a tail wrapping around your fragile body that’s been beyond drained of its energy. But the painful ache between your quivering thighs just doesn’t seem to stop. Even after them taking turns with your mouth- hands fisting your hair as they pushed their cock past your lips… you couldn’t help but yearn for more.

Reminder to share a blunt with them more often when you were supposed to study together.

You could still feel Peruere‘s two Frenulum Piercings rubbing against your g-spot as her biceps strained when she pushed your legs all the way up to your chest. The way she folded you in half on the mattress while you had to watch Zani‘s hand fly over her own dick. Her breathing was heavy with a tail that couldn’t seem to hold still, swaying around from side to side. Just the sight of this pretty woman‘s pussy getting blown to pieces by her friend- god, it was beautiful. But maybe that was just the weed kicking in.

You forgot about condoms but frankly you also couldn’t care less. Just the feeling of their mixed cum getting pushed out with each thrust back into your stuffed pussy was enough to send you down a spiral of ecstasy. The way Peruere’s lips connected with your neck for millionth time tonight as Zani‘s hands pushed you in and off her dick before the entomology student helped her take another hit of the almost finished joint. Just so you had to watch them stick their tongues down each others throat as the smoke slowly passed through Zani‘s nose. It sparked a little bit of jealousy inside of you, watching them get intimate with each other despite you being right there. Placed on her dick. It didn’t take them long before their attention was fixed back on you with Peruere smoothly pulling you into a jaw-breaking kiss by your chin after making a remark about „How greedy you were getting.“ as you simultaneously felt a slim tail wrapping around your waist, the ace-shaped end making an effort to brush over your already hardened nipple

Of course, you couldn’t please only one person at a time. Wrap your hand around Peruere‘s dirtied dick. Let the pearly mixture leaking from her tip coat your hand as you tried your best to get her off despite your brain being reduced to mush. And it would work. Twitching in between your grip, the sensitive flesh pulsating underneath your touch, a tattooed hand fumbling with your tits as the other one got a good grip on your neck.

Your college funds were definitely well spent.

[celuere]

hii!!!🩷 i must say this, i've been following your blog since your first ever fic and i'm so so in love with all of them!!! can i please please request a soft smut scene of pregnant reader with arle? reader is just shy about her body and your future dad!arle taking care of her wife is just so 😚😚🤤 thank you and please take care of yourself!!🩷 absolutely adoring your fics!!!

pairing: Arlecchino x pregnant!reader

cw: transfem!arlecchino, fluff, pregnant sex, slight lactation kink, just arle being a sucker for her wife in general

I’m so pathetic for Arlecchino taking care of pregnant wifey, giving me heavy baby fever fr

„There, there… take your time, my love…“, a warm hand sneaked around your own, fingers interlacing as the other one gently guided you by the hip over her lap. Specifically, over her throbbing dick. The leaking cockhead dripping with the proof of her obvious arousal and Arlecchino never had to pull herself together so bad as she did now.

But you were pregnant. And it was you who needed some desperate relief. The libido during your pregnancy kept itself always at a pretty low level- only until recently. It started around two weeks ago with innocent things.

Helping you put your shoes on? You were down. Carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom if your feet hurt? You were down. Gently rubbing the tummy oil over your baby belly after a long day while she tells you about her day? You. Were. Down.

And you thought you went insane in the last two days. You couldn’t even look at her merely talking to one of her agents without wanting to mount her, is this what a heat feels like?

Originally you expected her to decline, maybe even scold you for it to even think about intimacy when you were carrying her child underneath your heart.

Yet, she put her paperwork aside onto the nightstand in an instant.

And now you were already slowly lowering yourself on her cock, prior to having her position you correctly because navigating became a little difficult with a pregnancy belly at the end of its second trimester.

Archons if it weren‘t for her dignity, Arlecchino would have busted a good load already by the time you merely passed her tip. You were so welcoming around her, like home. Only noticing how rapidly her chest rose and sunk back, the Knave was gripping onto her self-restraint with all her might.

„O-oh goodness… P-Peru… a-and you truly like what you‘re seeing…? Y-You don’t have to pretend, r-really…“, an insult would’ve been less offensive to her. To her you looked like a prodigy of beauty, as if Celestia had played favorites when you were created.

„What… a nonsense. You only get more beautiful with each passing day for me, ma cherie… especially with that beautiful belly of yours…”, a hot shiver travelled down your spine as her hand from your hip moved over to the obvious tummy, now rubbing soothing circles with her thumb over your skin. It still baffles her to this day that you‘re actually pregnant- that this is her child you are nurturing inside there. And she was eternally grateful for it. For you.

And you looked so incredibly beautiful to her. A certain glow started to surround you ever since you got wind of the news. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but it made her want to marry you all over again.

Maybe she just will.

„A-Arle… p-please don’t give me heartattack l-like this…“, you squeezed the cursed hand that was still intertwined with your own, trying to maintain a pace that won’t tire you out immediately but was also satisfying enough for you was harder than you originally imagined. Your swollen breasts only idly moving with your gentle pace, but the embarrassment could’ve been straight from the deepest pits of hell itself when you felt them release the warm milk stored inside them. An annoying occurrence you started noticing with the begin of your libido torture two weeks ago.

„G-god I’m sorry- P-Peruere I am so sorry-”, your voice was faltering every two syllables as you tried to compose the humiliation flooding your body. This was another level of torture.

„Shhhh… this is nothing to apologize for, my flower.“, and she had her lips wrapped around your leaking nipple in no time. Her tongue gliding over the sensitive bud as if she were savoring a gourmet meal. At least you tasted like one to her.

Well. This might be just more fuel to your libido-situation.

[celuere]

I was reading through one of your girldad Arle posts and thinking about how you said she'd borrow a dress to match her daughter's outfit BUT I take that and raise you Arle's wife and daughter dressed up as princesses having their lovely little tea party while Arle's there (in her best suit bc she's DEDICATED) as their loyal Prince who's soul purpose is to protect and serve them and it's her way of subtly telling her daughter that she'll never forsake her and aaahhhhh

I kind of went off on a tangent but I think you get the gist, we love our husband :')

NO STOP THAT IS SO SWEET IM DYING EUGHEUGEJH ARLE DRESSING UP AS PRINCE/KNIGHT I AM SO UNWELL SOMEBOEY SEDATE ME SOBBING she‘d be like 1008283819% into the role, not even breaking character for the SLIGHTEST second. Serving you both via pouring the two of you each a cup of the best tea money could buy on the market, with the finest china, her hair would be slicked back with a small rainbow rose adorning the little pocket on chest. Arlecchino was literally made for tea parties.

Not to mention that she‘d go out of her way to visit your favorite bakery and empty like half of the shelves so she could serve you a large variety of your favorite cakes, cupcakes, macarons, etc., maybe even organize a few of her most trusted agents to scurry around as butlers/maids themselves. They’re used to it at this point. And to be honest they enjoy it a lot.

Your daughter giggling and shying away every time her father refers to her „m‘lady“ or „princess“ like that’s just every little girls dream. For their father to take the role in their silly little games seriously and Arlecchino does a perfect job at it. I think she’d go as far as to rent out an entire café to make her happy. Title for best dad goes out to Peruere Snezhevna!!!!! Remember what I said about her organizing her agents to play along? She also asked Childe to participate in a role. Specifically the role of the super villain trying to ruin their precious tea party so Arlecchino has a reason to beat his ass while looking cool in front of her daughter and wife.

Did she lie to him about what role he was supposed to play? Yes.

Did she still enjoy kicking his ass? Also yes.

[celuere]

I can imagine Arlecchino wanting to make out really bad so she just pulls wifey into a closet while she walks

Or like. 7 minutes in heaven.

God knows who they're playing it with but if her wife has to go in with someone else she will without hesitation carry her inside herself, locking the closet door, and glaring at anybody who dared question her

(They are not coming out in 7 minutes)

Agree or agree?

-🥨

Definitely agree to some certain degree with you anon! I personally think Arle would be the last person ever to participate in party games and I can only really see her playing seven minutes in heaven when she‘d rather endure those few rounds of hell than let you get into that closet with someone that isn’t her! Can’t have that, now can we?

She wouldn’t necessarily touch you either once you enter the little love pit, it truly depends on how far your relationship developed up until that point. She‘s also fine with strict silence between the two of you or a small conversation about how hard the party sucks as long as you’re stuck in there with her and nobody else. Arle would also strictly refrain from any kind of romantic or sexual interactions if you’re intoxicated enough. First of all she doesn’t know wether or not you‘d truly consent to her when sober and she prefers you mentally present when she pushes you into against once of the shelves, a few shirts and pants falling own at the impact as her tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring you, claiming you. This is something no one else gets to have. This is hers and hers only.

Arlecchino kisses like a controlled wildfire. Heavy. Passionate. Aggressive. Leaving you breathless by the time she had you pressed onto the floor, her knee rubbing the sensitive spot between your legs, your neck long but covered in the evidence of her… „visit“… good luck getting those lipstick stains off of your skin. Did she tell your friends to close to the door again after the seven minutes were over? Definitely. Will she ever develop a liking to these idiotic games? Never. Would she decline your invitation to your place after you were more or less forced to separate your tongues from each other? Absolutely not

[celuere]

IMAGINE MAVUIKA AS A BIKER AND YOU GUYS GO FOR A RIDE TOGETHER AND SHE HAS A BLUNT IN HER MOUTH WHILE POUNDING U ON HER BIKE 🙏🙏🙏

anon i see you vision and i am here to fulfill.

in a mordern au too OHEHQKBRKW she‘d randomly pick you up from your workplace after your shift, with one of those stupid smiles on her lips as she greets you with a kiss I AM SO MORMLALENWLRNWKRBBWNENE NORMAL ABOUT HER. and wether you like it or not she‘ll force you to wear a helmet and her biker jacket that’s like way too big on you and omg i am so sick

(creampie, semi-public????, kind of a modern au)

„how do you like the view, baby?“, she‘d coo right into your ear, a strong hand placed on your hip as she guided you back down on her cock.

you could barely focus on the stunning scenery that stretched over almost the entirety of south natlan, the setting sun drowning the territory of the people of springs in an almost glittering landscape.

you could only focus on your pussy being stretched open on her cock, a thick layer of your mixed cum coating the expensive leather of her motorcycle. usually the peaceful chirping of birds and a few single groups of saurians playing around would fill the atmosphere. now it were your moans ringing through the mountains as her tip grazed that spot inside your creamy pussy again. the surrounding area swiped empty of any wildlife.

„too busy to talk, i see…“, lowering her gaze down to the creamy ring your juices already formed around her base, your girlfriend couldn‘t help but groan as she gave your ass a nice squeeze.

it somehow always ended up like this whenever she picked you up for a ride. her cock deeply buried inside of you, pumping her cum into your pussy as you held onto the handles of her motorcycle for dear life. oh, don’t forget the joint stuck between her teeth. she‘d let you get a taste for each orgasms you earn over her dick. the sweet scent surrounding you almost alluring, seductive. it‘s brings a certain atmosphere you couldn’t quite accurately describe.

you could hear her exhaling the smoke again, the scented cloud hitting you from behind, dampening your senses as she presses you all the way down on her, feeling you clench and grip around her as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

„shhh… sweetheart, not so loud… wouldn‘t want to alert any rangers in the area…“, now peppering a gentle kiss on your neck as she let you calm down, her mind wandered off to however she shall than you for the… stress relief. a hot spring date? a nice dinner? a saurian expedition? hm…. she’ll have to think about it on the way back.

„there, you can have the last few puffs, just as i promised….“, handing over the blunt into your hand you chuckled slightly, still panting from the earlier „workout“.

„why, thank you…. w-was certainly worth it…“, you could fill her fingers gently brushing your messed up hair back behind your ears as the smoke filled your lungs, your cunt still warming her. the silence between you was oddly comforting, never awkward.

„wanna visit mualani?“, you put the joint out before flicking it into her portable ashtray, she‘d give you an entire earful if you dared to leave it out in the wild.

„first, get off my lap, princess… can’t possibly drive around with our leak all over my motorcycle…“, she patted your thighs before helping you get off of her, another gush of your mixed left your spent hole.

„a-ah… s-sorry…“, the pink spread faster over your face than you would have liked. but your girlfriend just chuckled before handing you a paper towel to clean yourself up as she got to work on removing your slick off the leather seat.

„it‘s okay, baby. no need to apologize…“

you’re so gonna suck her off later.

[celuere]

OMG- I REALLY WANT TO SEE ALRECCHINO COMING BACK FROM A MISSION TO FIND READER WEARING HER JACKET!

DEAR LORD YES (finally getting to some fucking OLD asks i am so sorry please don’t beat me💔)

cw: mentions of strap

you tugged the whiter-silver fabric around your chest, turning slightly to the side to get a better look of yourself in the mirror.

it was a little too big on you, especially around your arms but…

your husbands jacket looked a little too good on you.

you originally wanted to get changed for bed. it has been long, dreadful day and arlecchino was called into an emergency meeting at zapolyarny palace from which she will probably only return late into the night. you just happened to stumble over the expensive piece of clothing while searching for your nightgown, your body already stripped of anything but your lacy slip.

she wasn’t here to witness it anyway, so you took the liberty and slipped into her attire. to be honest , the fabric was a lot more heavier than you expected it to be.

and her signature scent of a good cologne mixed with the smell of burning cinder clung to it like a sweet dream.

„so this is my what my wife has been up to when i‘m not present. interesting.“

but all dreams must come to an end.

you were so deeply wrapped into your own thoughts that you didn’t notice her leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. the sleeves of her shirt neatly rolled up, putting her curse on full display.

you almost screamed a little when she startled you, trying to somehow cover up your bare chest which was only met by a click of her tongue.

„i have seen and touched every single inch of your body over countless of times already. covering up will do little for me, darling.“, something between your legs started to ache at her sultry tone that was accompanied by the slight upward tilt of her lips.

she gestured with a nod of her head to your shared bed, „be so kind and let me have a… closer look over there. will you?“

you didn’t miss how her eyes darted over to her nightstand.

hopefully you were in the mood for seven inches inside your cunt.

[celuere]

needy!himeko who cant stay a sceind away from you always groping and humping you - making you feel the imprint of her dick😇😇

OH LAAAAAAAAAWD ugh the way she‘d sneak off with you in the dead of the night to have her way with you in any quiet part of the express😞

five minutes with you is all that himeko needs as she guides you on and off her clothed boner, a hand pressed onto your mouth to muffle those whimpers you couldn’t suppress even if you wanted to. at one point she‘d reach her free hand around to slip her hand into your panties to ghost her fingers through your drenched folds, lubing them up before pushing her digits into your aching pussy all the while she‘d rub her dick against your ass.

she would curl her fingers up on purpose when welt happened to pass by the darkened hallway you were hiding in, spreading her fingers apart in an attempt to loosen you up for her cock later when she fucks you into the comfort of her mattress <3333

you can be such a good girl and keep quiet for her, don’t you? even when your legs slowly start to give up with the only thing that’s keeping you from sinking down being her hands? remember that good girls get rewarded with something even better than her fingers <3

[celuere]

I have this feeling that Arle gets really shy about kissing so she usually kisses your forehead or hand but if you kiss her on the lips she'll she flustered but won't show it

Idk just a thought 💖

YES. YES SHE DOES! but only at the beginning of your relationship until she gets more comfortable but til then… she just doesn’t really know how to kiss you- or when- or where- i think she‘d struggle a bit with showing public affection towards you since her reputation does gave her not only a powerful position but also enemies from which she wants to keep you away. but post-marriage arle… can’t quite keep her lips off of you. you expect her to keep her lips to herself when it comes to her wife??? that equals a death sentence to her, do NOT think for even a second that you’re ever safe from her, not even in a gathering of the fatui. if it’s not already known to that ring on your finger belongs then she will make it known.