#arlechinno smut

[urmomspersonalwhore]

imagine calling Arlecchino daddy instead of fatheri badly want her fingers inside me

You were cleaning the Knave’s office, dusting the shelves.

They were so ridiculously tall, partially to match the Fourth Harbinger. You didn’t complain much about it, even though it was a nuisance because well…you liked the way things had to change in order to accommodate her height. It was sort of attractive. She wasn’t “giant” tall but compared to you, yea. You were about to clean the bookcase until the door knob turned and opened to reveal the handsome woman.

Her eyes narrowed at your presence and walked inside her room, sitting down on a luxurious chair.

She parted her lips, sitting in silence before finally saying something whilst staring at the piles of documents.

“I require you to retrieve a letter from Columbina, Mrs. Moreau has it.”

You turned to face her, maintaining eye contact as she spoke. It was quiet, seeming to be in your little headspace. You couldn’t lie about how attractive your boss was, she was so irresistible. The thought of her on top of you pounding into your wet hole having to scream her rightful name, “Daddy”. You shook your head, bringing yourself back into reality, and nodded,

“Right away, daddy.”

You were meant to say father, but the little Drabble in your mind thought differently. Red took place on your face, the embarrassment running through your veins as the knave’s eyes widened in surprise and shock at the name.

She perked an eyebrow at the name

“Oh?”

Arlecchino stood from her chair, a small smirk so faint you would have to squint in order to notice it.

This is it, you thought.

This is the end of your life.

You stepped back, but she kept walking forward which ended in you being pressed against the bookshelves with her body on top of yours.

A gasp left your throat as you looked up at your boss, she raised a hand to hold your waist before speaking with a raspy tone,

“Such a naughty thing, in need of a punishment.”

You whined, a blush crawling from your throat to your cheek. She smirked, leaning in to tease your skin with her cold breaty before licking a spot on your neck until she bit it which caused you to yelp.

She licked the spot again to soothe pain while teasingly rubbing your thighs with her slim fingers.

A hand slipped under your waistband of your underwear, feeling your wetness making her smile.

“Wet already?”

She teased, adoring your flushed expressions.

You whimper as she slowly rubbed your clit, the stimulation barely there.

The Knave chuckled at your neediness and pulled you off the bookshelf, guiding you to her desk. She tugged your uniform, pulling the dress off.

Her hands went to hold your thighs, pulling them apart.

She maintained eye contact with you, slowly sitting down on the floor to meet your clothed pussy. Arlecchino practically ripped it off of you, staring at your now dripping cunt making her smirk.

“Barely even touched you, and you’re already soaking wet.” She growled, making you ache for her more.

Her fingers toyed with your clit, her breathe being felt from how close she was.

After a bit of her teasing, she finally licked a stride up your slit, giving kitty licks. You whined, wanting more after all this barely gave you anything.

She laughed, the vibrations stimulating you further, forcing a moan from your mouth.

The Knave finally sucked on your sensitive bud, her hand moving near her mouth. Then, slim fingers entered your tight walls. She started off on a rough pace, not slowing down a single bit as she continued to eat you out.

Her tongue swirling around and sucking on your clit, fingers pounding into you.

It was so much, your legs wrapping around her head while your spine arched. She could tell you were close and became faster in movements.

Once you came, she instantly went to clean you up. Not wasting a single drop, humming at your taste.

After licking your cum, she got up. Staring at you a bit before kissing you, making you taste yourself.

She pulled away, your bottom lip in between her teeth.

“Maybe I’ll move you to be my personal maid, hm?”

[heartdiluc]

ᯓ★ hoyoverse women who would adore their pillow princess girlfriend <3

cw: fem afab reader, wlw, explicit nsfw content, pillow princess reader x dom character, consensual actions, poorly written sorry guys

she absolutely loves you so much. insists that you don’t do anything “just lay back and let me take care of you, princess!! <3”

her head is between your thighs for what feels like centuries. alternating between eating you out and fingering you. she’s so messy too <3 full on making out with you pussy.

you try to push her head away because its just too much :(( you’re overstimulated and you already came several times. but she just pushes your hand away and continues, might stop to spank your clit to reprimand you and just mumbling a simple “not done yet” or “i know what i’m doing, pretty girl”

and even if you ask to do anything to help get her off, she’ll shut it down, insisting that she just wants to make you feel good first (if you ask really nicely, she’ll ride your face and get off like that, but seriously does not let you do any work)

mindlessly plays with your tits. she’ll pinch at your nipples or even bring her mouth to your chest and suck on one of your breasts. expect for her to leave hickeys and marks all over your neck and chest

absolutely loves to hear every little moan, whimper, and sound coming from you. especially loves using a strap on you. she just can’t get over how you whine at her cock hitting so deep in you. she thinks you’re so cute when you’re holding onto her shoulders while crying at about how good she’s ruining you

oh women who just want to make you feel good and take pride in the fact that she keeps you satisfied <3

beidou, ningguang, dehya, yelan, arlechinno, yae miko, clorinde, kafka, serval, black swan, + ur favs <3

[getonite]

hear me out genshin writers, specifically the fem ones. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, but with arlechinno? 🤭

[angelic--kitty]

dilf arlecchino stretching out a virgin reader on her fat cock

dom!dilf arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, transfem!arlecchino, virgin!reader, age-gap (arle is in her late 30s, reader is in her early 20s), size kink, fingering, penetration, handjob

a/n: tagging my favorite silly @myfriendscallmebun who i hope enjoys this ♡ this is so long

she first hired you merely as a form of entertainment for her children. someone eager to please who wouldn't require such a large salary. someone who, at least, would never ask someone like her for more than she offered.

it's a surprising decision, on her end, to select a college girl to watch over her precious children. though, you presented yourself so nicely at the interview, and your references and resume did you well.

besides, it might be nice for the children to be around someone closer to their age for a change. they often spent time with arlecchino herself and occasionally her coworkers.

and, you had grown on her.

it's been nearly two months since you started working for her, and a few weeks since you began passing flirtatious remarks to one another.

the thing that finally melted her heart was an evening she worked late. she was already irritated her children would be asleep when she got home, but she felt guilty making you stay hours late at her home.

much to her surprise (and inner delight), when she came home, she found the children tucked into their beds, and you standing so sweetly at the door.

you had slipped her jacket off, hanging it up and tugging her into the kitchen. sure enough, you had saved her a plate of the spaghetti you made, along with a glass of her favorite red wine.

that was the day when she finally asked you to accompany her on a proper date.

and, now, here you are, standing in front of your mirror, fussing with your dress and jewelry. the dress she had bought for you special for tonight. it was black, falling just below your knees- rather classy for someone so young.

20 minutes. in 20 minutes she was picking you up.

nervous as you were, you couldn't believe you were going on a date with her. especially to somewhere so expensive and exclusive.

it was some sort of upscale bar with expensive alcohol and food. somewhere arlecchino claimed to frequent often when she needed alone time.

you almost broke out into laughter when she admitted she hired childe, her younger coworker, for the evening to watch her children.

"oh, i'm not concerned for my childrens' safety. if anything, he should be afraid for his own." was her reply, a small smirk on her lips that you nearly missed.

she lead you into the restaurant with confidence, turning heads, eliciting whispers as she kept her hand on the small of your back while the waiter brought you to your table.

"what do you think so far?" she asked, her wine glass already being filled, no need to speak her order.

"it's...definitely different than what i'm used to. but it's really nice. i like having an excuse to dress up a little." you smile at her and she raises her glass to her lips.

"i want to spoil you for the evening. for not only treating my children so well, but because you are an exceptional woman. i only hope my gestures come off as genuine as i intend." she sips her wine, setting it down to begin rambling to you about the menu.

but you're not quite listening, distracted by her hands, her lips, her eyes. how could someone be so perfect?

she's quite a bit older than you, probably much more experienced. does she truly feel the same way you do? and-

"sweetheart?" she breaks you from your thoughts and you stiffen up.

"i'm sorry- i'm listening!" you squeak, but she sees right through you.

although, she finds it rather cute. she's noticed before, obviously. your wandering eyes, the way you bite your lip when she picks up something heavy like it's nothing, or how your thighs press together when she takes a stern tone.

she simply wants to know the depths of your affection for her. after all, she has similar thoughts of you.

"which dish would you like then?" she asks pointedly, allowing you to hold the menu with shaky hands.

"ah...um..." the words blur together, not registering. "what do you recommend?"

she tilts her head, taking the menu back. "allow me to order for you then."

you like when she takes control. she knows what she wants, and she will have it. you wish it a quality you embodied more, though she fascinates you. it is almost natural to her.

dinner goes rather smoothly, and you get to taste test a few different wines, but not nearly enough to get you even remotely tipsy.

"i much prefer coherent company." her lips quirk up as she says this, and you laugh behind your hand.

she's funny, you admit. her dry humor is one of your favorite things about her.

it's a shame when dinner comes to an end, but you two mutually draw it out as long as you can. you share a dessert, and plenty of good conversation about yourselves. you learn things about her you never would've thought, and likewise for her.

the ride back to your place is just as pleasant, though you feel nervous inside. you want to make a move. you want to ask her to come inside. to stay...

but you couldn't possibly. that would be absurd... right?

regardless, she walks you in, ensuring you get into your place safely. she's a gentleman in how she holds your bags and all the doors at every stop.

the little bit of wine in your system has you feeling bold, stopping her in her tracks before she could put her shoes back on. "wait! why... don't you stay for a little? i could make us some tea. herbal! so you won't...uh... be awake all night."

she merely tilts her head, nodding either way. she listens to your rambling about the tea and the coffee mugs you have, her eyes wandering your walls when she sees familiar art.

"did the children draw these?" she interrupts, taking one off the wall.

it's a rather rudimentary stick-figure drawing, but she can tell who each one represents. this is one of lynette's drawings. she's drawn herself with pretty blue bows, along with her brothers, and, of course, their father.

and you.

there you are, standing on the other side as if you were the mother to complete their family portrait.

"oh- those? yeah, the kids drew them for me... i thought they were really cute, so i kept them." you smile and her heart flutters.

she skims her fingers over the papers, pausing when she sees one from freminet. he's drawn a flower field of green scribbles and rainbow dots, the children playing on a swingset while you and arlecchino watch.

with the words 'mom' and 'dad' written above your heads.

she can hear you nervously talking to fill the silence, and she turns to you. "they really do seem to enjoy having you around." she murmurs. "as do i."

you look up at her, feeling her lean in, gently holding your waist. "am i being too forward?" she asks, breath fanning over the side of your face as you shiver.

"not at all-" you breathe out, trembling as she lifts your chin gently. she can see your anticipation.

"you're not phased by our gap in experience?" she asks. "it's inevitable. i cannot change it, but i do not want you to feel forced."

"i actually like it. i really like it." you blurt, catching her off guard.

"oh?" her voice is low, sultry as she cups your jaw. "is this alright with you, then?"

"please-" and that's all she needs to connect your lips, kissing you so softly at first. her tongue gently prods for entrance, and she can instantly tell you truly are inexperienced.

she pulls away, gently swiping a thumb over your cheek. "is this your first time?"

"you could tell?" you groan, and she nearly melts.

"it is not shameful to wait. i only want you to be sure this is what you want." she explains, stroking your cheek as your eyes flutter shut.

"i want you. please? i want you to take it." you leave it open for interpretation, but she knows exactly what you're referring to.

"if you're certain, then i'd be honored, sweetheart." she says so gently you'd think she was someone else.

you bring her to your room, cringing at the mess. "i know it isn't what you're used to but mmph-!" you whimper when she kisses you, pulling you onto her lap on the bed.

she trails kisses down your neck, watching you tilt your head back instinctively. you pant, overwhelmed so quickly she almost feels guilty.

keyword: almost.

instead, it makes her twitch within the confines of her expensive suit slacks.

her hand tangles into the back of your hair, tugging you firmly so she can nip at your jaw. she takes it slow, easing you into things until you're practically begging her to go further.

your dress slides off slowly, a treat waiting when she sees the pretty matching lingerie set beneath. it's white and lacy, delicate, something she could easily tear right off, and it drives her mad.

"aren't you full of surprises? naughty ones at that." she tuts, squeezing your jaw as you gasp.

she unclips the bra, her gently squeezing your breasts as you moan for her.

she teases your nipples until they go pert, wrapping her tongue around them as you arch up into her.

you're being vulnerable with her; she knows this much. she holds you steady, ensuring you feel safe on her lap before pulling away with a soft 'pop.'

she unbuttons her shirt, tugging it off to match you. she watches your eyes go wide, eager yet embarrassed as she tosses her bra aside with the shirt.

"you're so...pretty." you gasp quietly, eyes wide.

"you can touch me, sweetheart." she pulls your hand to her chest, allowing you to explore. your fingers clumsily rub her nipples and she grunts, guiding them into place.

"does it feel good?" you ask her so hesitantly, and she kisses the top of your head.

"you're doing well." she watches your gaze slide down, eyeing the growing bulge in her pants. she dryly grunts, lifting your chin up. "something catch your eye?"

"i... i'm sorry- i didn't mean to stare-" your words are mumbled, your face hot as your mouth goes dry.

"you're curious. that's alright." she brushes a thumb over your lips, coaxing you to open up.

she slides her thumb over your tongue, gently easing it a little further until you gag, keeping you just like that. your eyes are so wide and pretty, glazed over with untapped lust.

she hums thoughtfully before withdrawing, using the thumb to brush over the front of your panties. you gasp, thighs snapping shut as she pushes them back apart.

she lightly smacks your thigh. "keep them open." she rubs gentle circles on your clothed clit, your body clearly unsure how to react. she can see it doesn't take much to bring you to the edge, and she lightens her touch, able to control her own desires with ease.

her hand comes back to your lips, sliding your wetness over your tongue while her free hand slides your panties to the side.

something you've missed before, but she's filed her nails down on this hand. just for you, though only she knew that.

she gently slides her fingers through your folds, hearing you whimper and squirm on her lap. she tucks your head under her chin while she eases a finger into you, feeling you squeeze so tight around just one digit.

she gives you time to adjust, feeling you clutch her wrist. you're such an angel, aren't you? holding so tightly to her, so cute, all while you fidget right above her confined cock, inevitably making her grow harder.

her second finger slides in slowly, with an intent to stretch you out enough to take her cock more comfortably. she curls them inside of you, hearing you whine loudly into her neck.

"ah- that feels-!" you squeal when she brushes against your g-spot. her finger pads rub into it, and you tremble, thighs clamping down on her hand.

"relax." she reminds you, pumping her fingers in and out, slick sounds filling the air. she stretches you out every so often, spreading her fingers slightly and hearing you whimper so sweetly.

your hand clumsily rests on her bulge and her fingers still as she inhales sharply.

"i... want to- try and make you feel good too..." you whisper, looking up at her.

and who is she to deny such a sweet girl?

she pops open the button, unzipping her pants and freeing her cock, allowing you to see her.

your eyes go comically wide, shocked by the size. "that's... i-"

she can feel your walls fluttering around her fingers and she nearly moans. "it's alright. don't be nervous." she practically reads your mind, soothing your concerns as her free hand unwraps itself from your body, collecting some of the messy slick from your thighs, sliding it over herself.

"you haven't done this before, i presume?" she's met with a shake of your head. she proceeds to guide your hand in wrapping around her cock. she hisses through her teeth. "archons-" she groans lowly, her fingers resuming their gentle in and out motions while she guides you to stroke her cock.

"tighter." she tells you, feeling your hand grip more firmly, her pre-cum oozing over your hand, spreading across her cock. "good girl-" she praises and you clench around her fingers once more.

she says nothing, but she knows exactly how her words affect you. such a sweet little thing you are, curled up on her lap, fingers stuffed inside of you while your hand wraps around her cock.

her hand covers yours still, dwarfing your hand and guiding you into her preferred rhythm. "that's it. you're doing well-" she tips her head back, hips grinding into your hand as she lets go.

she allows you to move your hand on your own, finger-fucking you faster. she knows you're losing focus, too overwhelmed by your own need to cum, though she doesn't mind too much. you're just so sweet with how your moans pick up in volume, your eyes closing as your hips chase her hand.

"go on." she tells you, her voice stern as you release around her digits like such a good girl for her.

she slides her fingers out, admiring the webbed slick coating them, cleaning them in her own mouth as you shyly hide in her chest.

she pulls you away, laying you on the bed. "wait! you didn't get to..."

she shakes her head, pushing her hair back. "hush." she simply says, spreading your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. it exposes you perfectly, allowing you to feel shy, yet unable to cover yourself as she studies your twitchy cunt.

arlecchino uses one hand to guide herself through your slick, sensitive folds, gathering the remnants of your orgasm. she is gentle when she slides into you for the first time, a thumb on your stiff, swollen clit to ease the stretch.

she watches your eyebrows furrow, nose crinkling as she stretches you out. "so big-" you whine, chest arching up against her own.

your moans are melodies to her, feeling you flutter around her was like heaven. she lifts you up to sit on her lap while she leans back, guiding you to slowly take more of her in.

"too much!" you whine, looking down.

"you haven't taken all of me yet." she hushes you, easing you down to swallow her all in your pussy until you're mewling incoherently.

"full-" your head falls back and she grabs your hips, her nails leaving sharp little indents as she guides you to shallowly fuck yourself on her cock.

"such a pretty little thing." she coos, slowly growing more harsh, grinding up into you.

and, oh, you sing for her the rougher she gets. you urge her to grow bolder, now using your body as a toy while you desperately try to match her tempo.

you're inexperienced, but oh, so eager to please, aren't you? what a good girl.

she grabs your ass, fucking you on her cock while you keep a vice grip, your tits bouncing with each thrust. "oh- archons!" you squeal.

arlecchino picks you up like you weigh nothing at all, settling you beneath her instead, fucking into you with boundless energy.

she knows the right spots to fuck, where and how to grind herself into a woman, she knows exactly when to speed up and slow down. yet it seems you don't even know your own body fully.

and the thought of helping you explore with her is enough to have her twitching inside of you.

your incessant mewling and moaning of her name is driving her mad for you. her hand wraps around your throat, earning her breathless gasps as she urges you to cum for her.

"be a good little pet and cum." she orders, slick sounds penetrating the air, the smell of sex coating you both. "cum for me."

she rubs your clit harshly, watching you shake as you do cum, tightening up around her cock, sending her eyes rolling back into her head.

the moment you loosen up, she pulls out, cumming onto your tummy, creating a filthy mess as she moans deeply for you.

"fuck..." she sighs, squeezing her cock to ease the rest of her cum onto your skin.

you pant, looking up at her. your eyes are blown wide, but you look exhausted as you lay limply beneath her.

and, well, you'll soon learn her cock may need time to recover, but her mouth and fingers certainly don't...

[k0yaz]

Could I have a fluff-smut Arlecchino x fem reader one-shot? Something with aftercare/mostly aftercare

Aftercare is so underrated in smutshots :(

water of affection.

Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, fluff, fingering, praise. sesbian lex, squirting, mention of arlecchino’s real name GIRLS KISSING WOAH, guys this art of arle is making me crawl on the ceiling again, have yall SEEN that art of her with her hair down oh my f, wlw stuffs yippee, this turned out good, not proofread.

A/N: i agree we absolutely need more aftercare cause a lack of that doesn’t make the boombayah feel like emotional yk- also school is starting tomorrow so if I end up being dead yk why 🕯️

Quiet moans drawled out of your feverish lips as you squirmed against Arlecchino’s fingers parting your cunt. Her hand was snaked between your waist as she buried herself knuckles deep within you, only pushing further to feel your velvety walls tighten against her digits. Filthy sounds of Arlecchino’s fingers pumping inside you echoed through the room, only serving to add more eroticism to the already heated moment, and heightening your arousal as her sharp nails raked along your sweet spot so sinfully.

Your breaths were ragged and uneven as beads of sweat dribbled down your flushed skin. Each quick movement of her fingers curling up, and her knuckles dragging along your pussy only drove you further over the edge as your gasps heightened in pitch with her skillfull motions. Arlecchino was the only woman who could ever make you feel this good. No matter what.

Not only that, she was the only one who could spiral you into madness, with both her presence and her performance in bed. No matter what you were doing, whenever you were in Arlecchino’s presence, you always felt warm and fuzzy inside, knowing for a fact that you’d cherish her with all you have for as long as you live. Whether it was her fucking you into the sheets with intense passion and fervor, or just her sitting beside you in comforting silence, you knew for a fact that your heart beat for her, and her only.

Her fingers parted your cunt as you let out a sharp whine in response, falling back to press your spine flush against her chest as your sweat adorned bodies stuck to each other with a thick fog of heat circling the two of you in the moment. You felt a piling knot of anticipation build up in your lower abdomen at her consistent movements, bucking your hips forward as your glassy eyes flickered over to her thighs hugged around your waist.

Body situated between her legs, you continued to grind your hips further into her hand as Arlecchino’s lips trailed a pattern of gentle kisses along your arched shoulder, free hand digging into your tense thighs to hold your squirming self.

“A-Arle- I’m gonna..” you babbled in a whiny voice, the stimulation driving you insane as her fingers scissored inside your leaking cunt. She simply nodded against your body pressed to her front, her fingers curling to massage that one soft spot buried inside your pussy. The sensations clouded your mind with an intense wash of ecstasy, making you detach from the present in pure pleasure as your juices coated her fingers, breathing shallow and throaty upon coming down from your high.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, your head draped low to collect some of your spent energy from the roughly passionate moment with your girlfriend. You let out a high pitched gasp of surprise when the warmth of her skin circled your waist, drawing you in against her chest once more. Arlecchino hugged you against her chest, arms fastened around you like a vice as she buried her face into your hair to take in your sweet scent.

“Are you alright, dear?” She questioned, her cold gaze fixated on you with an added softness, as if she was purely focused on your comfort and safety in her arms. Snaking your hand behind to rest upon her nape, you lightly pushed the back of her neck to gesture her to lean down further onto you, which she did. You simply smiled, giving a worn out nod as Arlecchino gently ran her thumb up and down your hunched up shoulders, nails lightly dragging up and down against your still sensitive skin.

As you rested within your lover’s shielding grasp comfortably, the exchange lacked words, yet harbored a sense of solace between the two of you. The sudden movement of Arlecchino shuffling away from you to stand up almost made you grumble out in annoyance, flashing a glare at her to signal that you wanted her to hold you once more. She only grasped a pillow to situate behind your head, her naked body still on full display so casually as you were flustered enough to turn the other direction while gripping the pillow.

“I’ll start you a bath, (Name). Just hold on.”

You only responded with a small nod, beginning to get comfortable against the cotton enveloping the sides of your head as your girlfriend headed into the bathroom. Rushes of water muffled through the bathroom door before your bed, inciting a sort of tranquility within you as you thought back on how much you truly cared for the Fatui harbinger.

It’s as if you were trapped in an endless void, vision blackened as nothingness enveloped your sights. Yet Arlecchino parted a brightened path for you to step on, a faint light in her unfeeling gaze that guided you out of the shackles of a dark void. Every gesture of hers, whether it was minuscule or grand, surged a fluffy feeling through your heart. Her thoughtful actions, along with the way she loved you with all her heart, caused a strong affection for her to seep into the shell of your beating heart.

The swishes of running water finally ceased, or rather slowed down significantly, making you slowly sit up as to not strain your already tightened muscles anymore. Arlecchino parted the door to reveal herself to you, stepping toward the foot of the bed as the silk covers drooping off the side brushed her ankles. You attempted to sit up, only for you to blink with a hint of embarrassment.

“Arle. I can’t move..” you admitted, averting your eyes as you knew she probably found that hilarious. She only let out a hum of laughter, before instantly reaching under your limp body and curling her arms around your waist, pulling you against her chest once more.

“Better?”

You simply nodded.

Arlecchino firmly kept you hoisted up in her arms as she pushed the door open once more, allowing you to take in the sight of the tub filled with warm water. The soft smell of rose petals lingering in the air tickled your nostrils. The presence of the scent coursed a calm and cozy feeling throughout you, only heightening your comfort further as Arlecchino set you down to sink in the tub.

Warm ripples of water outlined your sunken body below your shoulders, the rippling originating from your body’s location to disperse across the clear water of the tub and disappearing as it reached a scattered rose petal floating in the water. Arlecchino slowly situated herself down into the tub, closing her eyes as she sat in front of you in a comfortable position.

She beckoned you to come closer, arms extended to gesture you into her embrace. You couldn’t refuse such a charming woman, and practically threw yourself into her arms, making her stumble back against the swift splash of water. Arlecchino only gave a rare smile, hugging you against her chest as you two remained soaking in the serenity of the bathtub.

Her gentle kisses scattered across your back and rolled over to your front, soft lips tracing every reddened mark decorating your precious body to soothe any possible ache piling up in your muscles. You only let out a quiet sigh of contentment, relaxing against Arlecchino’s loving touch across your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous, (Name).”

“Mm..you really think so?”

“I know so.”

Your heart nearly soared from those three words alone, head tilting to the side as the hickeys adorning your neck exposed to the cold air. A rose petal slowly floated toward your chest, Arlecchino’s body looming over you as she held you close casting a faint shadow along the outlines of the petal. The rose of your relationship with Arlecchino would never die. No matter how much water you deprive the romantic flower, your love for her would always persist, finding a way to take in the so called water of affection.

“And I know you’re the one I’d love forever, Peruere.”

A/N: wait this fic kinda ate hold on

I was rlly into it when I wrote it so yay it turned out good imo I’m proud of this one :)

I DONT WANNA GO TO SCHOOL LET ME SLEEP.

[knavesflames]

hi baby ❤️

consider bunny!arle in heat who keeps fucking you over and over. she wants to give you her baby bunnies so badly, but she can't :(

so, the best you can do is give her one of those straps with fake cum.

but now seeing it leak out of you gets her even more excited, tail all twitchy as she fills you up over and over 🤭

I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!!!!! Here you go<3

Contents: fake breeding, just sex, Arlecchino just wants baby bunnies fr

Word count: 1074

Nsft utc!

“You didn’t tell me.”

“It is pointless.”

“Why?”

She sighs, thumping her feet on the floor in annoyance. Your petting of her head turns into soft strokes. It’s quiet for a few seconds before she rolls over again.

“I want to breed. I cannot breed. Therefore, it is pointless.”

You can’t help but smile, though you feel a little guilty for smiling when she grumbles a “why the hell is that funny?” You shake your head, apologising before you stand up and walk to your closet in the bedroom, fishing for something. You can hear her grumbling all the way from the living room, and once you finally find what you’re looking for, you come back to her. A box, wrapped in plain crimson wrapping. You bend down to her again.

“Open it, will you?”

“I apologise, love, but I am not in the mood to open gifts.”

“Trust me. Open it.”

She groans as she sits up. She knows you won’t let it go until she opens it, so she decides to humour you. She doesn’t bother with her usual opening style, clean and preserving the paper. She rips into the paper before she comes face to face with a black box. She gives you a pointed look, as if to say “really?” before she opens the box, only to find a strap on and a harness.

Her face crumpled in confusion, her eyes moving up to meet yours, your prideful smirk covering your face.

“The hell is this? My love, we have enough of these.”

“No, no. It.. it has fake cum, it’s safe to go inside of me. It’s not real, I know, but it’s the closest we’ll get. It’s already set up. You want to breed me when you’re like this. It gives you the illusion, does it not?”

She lets out a shaky breath, staring at the contents of the box before she mutters under her breath.

“I fucking love you.”

You can only chuckle in response, but it ends quickly as a gasp rips through you. She’s on top of you within seconds, sliding your shirt up and off your body, her thumbs dipping under the waistline of your shorts before roughly dragging them down. She seems to be already panting as she fumbles with the harness, staring at your flushed face below her. You hear a few clicks before you feel her slap it against you, gathering the slick that quickly developed with what sounds like an almost whimper. You can see in her eyes she wants to make you wait, that she wants to tease you until you beg her, but she’s losing all restraint. And then you breathe out a moan and she loses herself, pushing into you with no warning, causing both of you to groan in unison. Your hand clutches the carpet, murmuring to Arlecchino who is thrusting into you quickly, breathing heavily into your neck.

“We are on the floor.”

“Don’t care. Take it.”

Your body ends up moving with the force of each thrust, your noises growing louder with every minute that passes. Her thrusts are shallow and quick at first, her only noises being grunts and growls of pleasure. You can tell she’s close by the way her movements change, becoming hard and deeper than ever, her grunts turning to whines as her tail begins twitching. You feel yourself clench around her strap, and as your orgasm rides over you, the strap does exactly what it’s supposed to do. Arlecchino gasps, holding onto you as you tremble and moan. She pulls out, if only to see the ‘cum’ dripping out of you as she roughly rubs your clit with her thumb. She’s kind enough to give you some respite.

Until she starts again, grunting with increased desperation, her hips stuttering as they move without any certain rhythm, her hands pulling and keeping your thighs apart. She moves you into every position possible with each time she fills you. A mating press, your legs hooked over her shoulders, and now, on all fours, a pretty arch of your back that she has pushed you into before she moves her hand into your hair and pulls your head up roughly with a sharp tug of your hair, causing some strangled gasp to come out of your mouth. Arlecchino, being the woman that she is, pulls your head back so she can look at you as she fucks you, watching your face twist in overstimulation and pleasure as tears begin to fill your eyes. She doesn’t stop, though. You haven’t said the safe word, so why would she?

“Take it. Take my cock and have my children. You look so pretty with my cum dripping out of you. I won’t stop until I’m certain I’ve bred you well enough. Now cum. Again.”

You obey, though you can’t stop your body reactions. This time, it’s too much, as you cry out, your breath hitching as you speak the safe word. She slows down, coming to a stop. She stays inside of you for a while, her grip releasing on your hair as her face comes down to nuzzle in your neck before pulling out with a soft, wet pop. The floor is covered in the ‘cum’, and it’s dripping out of you, trailing down your trembling legs. She lays you back down on the floor, albeit the fact the floor is messy. Her hands trail up your legs, her tail still twitching as she gathers the fluid with her fingers.

“You have made me make a mess, love. Thank you for the gift. We’ll go again tomorrow.”

[shalomniscient]

arlecchino tentacle in her boss form. arlecchino… arlecchino tentacle SEX. SEX NOW!

anon i nEED to know how ur brain works, where did the tentacles even come from ??? 😭😭😭 [more nsft utc--]

cw. monsterfucking

in any case, if she had tentacles, she'd be using them to hold you up and open for her to fuck into at her leisure. hell, maybe she won't even fuck you herself, and instead stuff you full of her tentacles instead. one in your ass, one in your cunt and one all the way in your throat, while a few others hold your legs open by the ankles. maybe there's even one wrapped around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly and ever so often. and, and maybe there's one snaking around your cute tummy, pressing down with each thrust the other tentacle makes so you can really feel the bulge of her inside you.

or maybe her tentacles even have the ability to deposit cum into you. she’ll be filling you up in each of your holes until it’s dripping onto whatever surface she has you hoisted up over, or until you’ve swallowed all of it like her good little pet. but what she relishes in most over seeing her cum trickle out of you is the way the bulge in your belly and throat retreats as she draws her tentacles out of you. oh, it drives her crazy.

crazy enough to maybe take you with her cock right after, eyes nearly rolling back into her head as she pushes into your used cunt, already packed with her cum. it creates a unique, sticky friction that feels unfairly good, and soon enough has her absolutely rutting into you even as you sob and whine from overstimulation. and if you even think of passing out—well, a few nice slaps to your pretty pussy should keep you nice and awake, right?

good luck moving any part of your body tomorrow, soldier 🫡🫡🫡 you’ll have to call in sick LOL

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

synopsis: arlechinno punishes her sneaky wife <3

tags: face sitting, cunnalingus, pussy slapping, spanking, degradation, vulgar, explicit, overstimulation

wrd cnt: 0.7k

a/n: i need her so bad

Arlechinno is a very private woman, and keeps her possessions under lock and key, literally. But surely, she wouldn’t mind if you snooped around in her office? I mean, she knew who she married. Surely she’d have known you’d try this at least once.

"Well, well, well," she says, her voice dripping with amusement. "It seems like you've been a very naughty girl, y/n."

You drop the set of keys in your hand, mouth open to protest, but she cuts you off with a wave of her hand. "Save your breath, sweetheart. I already know what you've been up to."

“What- How?!” You say in defeat.

Arlechinno steps closer to you, her hips swaying seductively as she approaches.

“I could see it in your face.”

You can feel the heat radiating off her body, and you can't help but be drawn in by her magnetic presence.

"I think it's time for a little punishment, don't you?" she says, her voice low and sultry.

Before you can respond, Arlechinno's hands are on your waist, and she's guiding you down to your knees. You look up at her in surprise, but she just smiles down at you, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You could have just asked, y/n. But now you’ll have to face the consequences."

You nod your head, and Arlechinno's smile widens as she cups your face to force your eyes up.

In almost a flash, she picks you up drags you over to your shared bedroom.

“Hey- you said you’d stop doing th-“

She pushes you down onto your back, your legs splayed open. She crawls between your thighs, her eyes locked on your pussy. You can feel the heat of her breath against your skin, and you squirm with anticipation.

“Please-“ You beg, trying to cup her face toward your exposed wetness.

Smack. You gasp as her hand comes down to slap your pussy, watching you shake with a smile on her face.

"Get up," she says, her voice harsh. "Sit on my face, you’re going to cum all over me."

You do as you're told, climbing to the edge of the bed and positioning yourself over Arlechinno's face. She grins up at you, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

She starts to suck and lick in earnest, her tongue swirling around your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“Arle…M’sorry baby-“

“Quiet. Bad girls don’t get to talk.” Is all you hear from her lips until they’re on your heat. Her tongue darts out, tracing a line up your inner thigh. You gasp at the contact, your hips bucking forward instinctively. She chuckles, the sound muffled by your pussy, and then she starts to lick and suck at your folds.

You throw your head back, moaning as Arlechinno's tongue works its magic. She's relentless, her mouth and tongue exploring every inch of you.

You start to grind your hips, your clit rubbing against Arlechinno's nose and lips. She moans, the sound sending vibrations straight to your pussy. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge again, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Arlechinno's hands come up, cupping your ass and pulling you down harder against her face. You moan louder, your hips grinding faster and faster.

"That's it, my little slut. Cum all over my face. Let me taste you."

Her words were all you needed, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of pleasure. You can feel Arlechinno's tongue lapping at your pussy, drinking in your cum.

But just as you think you're done, Arlechinno starts to spank you, waves of pleasure almost tranquillizing you. You gasp in surprise, your hips bucking forward as the sharp sting of her hand sends waves of pleasure through your body.

She slaps your pussy, her hand moving faster and faster as you squirm and moan. You can feel yourself getting close to another orgasm, your pussy throbbing with pleasure.

And then you're cumming again, your orgasm ripping through your body as Arlechinno keeps printing her marks over your skin, claiming you as hers. You can feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure, your mind going blank as you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

When it's over, you collapse onto the bed, panting and sweating. Arlechinno crawls up beside you, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Good girl," she says, her voice soft compared to her treatment.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[navifleur]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 . . .

arlecchino fucking you stupid.

she fucks your throat slowly, shallow at first - just enough for you to adjust. then, suddenly, she tightens her grip in your hair and shoves the length of her cock down your throat, watching as your eyes glaze over, the heavy weight of her cock transcendent on your tongue. you whimper and grind down pathetically against the sheets below you, desperate for some type of friction.

when she fingers you, she does so slowly and teasingly. never fast enough for you to cum, and never enough fingers to fill you up. she keeps you there on the edge - wet, desperate and begging for her to fuck you.

when arlecchino finally fucks you, it’s deep and torturously slow, too slow for your liking. she doesn’t stop until you start fucking yourself back on her cock, pleading with her to go faster and to fuck you harder.

her smile is cruel as she stills inside you and reaches forward, taking your chin in her hand and squeezing until you drop your jaw. “good girl,” she coos, caressing the bottom of your jaw softly before leaning over and spitting into your mouth.

when she fucks you, she likes to take her time. unraveling and ruining you one orgasm at a time.

[urmomspersonalwhore]

what if youre supposed to take care of the children in the orphanage while arlecchino is gone, but you teach the children some curse words for fun.

then arlecchino came back, talking with the kids for a while but one of them said a curse word to her, not knowing what it means (you told the kids that its a friendly word🤭), then she becomes absolutely pissed off, bringing you into her bedroom then absolutely ruins you while turning you into a mess. :)

You were bored, doing your routine and taking care of the children.

There wasn’t anything new like always so you had decided it’d be funny to teach them to cuss.

When Arlecchino had come back home from a meeting, one of the kids came rushing to greet her and accidentally tripped on one of the steps of the stair which caused them to yell out, “Shit!”

The Knave’s eyes widened at the foul language and immediately looked at you with narrowed eyes.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable use of the curse word, fueling her with more anger.

She huffed, telling the kids to no longer use those words.

As soon as you two put the children to sleep, she slammed the door behind her and locked it.

“What were you thinking teaching them such foul words?” Arlecchino complained, before walking towards you. With each step she took, you went back until you made a squeal as you fell onto the bed.

She crawled onto the bed until she was on top of you, her intimidating presence hovering over you.

You couldn’t deny how excited it made you to be in such a position with her.

She slipped her hand under the waistband of your [Pants/Skirt] and pushed your underwear aside to feel how wet you were for her.

“Such a naughty thing, have to clean that mouth of yours,” she grunted, removing her pants to reveal the strap she had on.

You were the main purpose on why she even carried the faux cock every time she went out.

It still amazed you how big it was, you don't know how she even managed it to fit inside of you.

She smirked at your awed expression, lifting your head to meet her eyes.

“On your knees.”

You got off the bed and dropped down onto the floor awaiting another command.

She smiled at your obedience and held your chin to position your head higher.

Her other hand gripped the toy and placed it on your lips.

“Suck.”

You parted your mouth, licking strides on the dildo to make it easier to take in.

Then, place the tip inside and slowly let it slip inside your mouth before your lips touched the base.

You bobbed your head up and down, her hands went to grab your hair to force you at a rough pace.

The sound of wet slurps was made by you and even some choking, the brutal behavior of your Lord made it hard to breathe.

You could feel tears prick at your waterline, threatening to fall.

She continued with her merciless actions before deciding it was enough.

“Get up” her voice a bit scruffed as she ordered you.

You obliged, only to be thrown over the bed, ass presented for the harbinger.

She spread your cheeks before positioning her dildo between your wet folds and started with an abusive pace.

Her arm wrapped around your neck, the other snaking around your stomach as she pistoned in and out of you.

The sounds of skin slapping against each other replaced the noise of slurping.

Now your tears finally fell from your face, making your nose and eyes red.

She continued to plunge her cock in you and groaned at the feel of the base lightly grinding her cunt.

Arlecchino became harsher to chase her release, ignoring your pleas as you had already cum without her notice.

She was so deep in the feel of cum that she didn't care about your remarks and the stain you had left on her thighs.

Juices dripping down of her and your legs.

It felt like hours before she collapsed onto you, pushing deeper into you with an animalistic growl.

The both of you panting heavily, trying to catch a breath especially Arlecchino who had just came.

She laid down next to you before mumbling,

“I’ll clean you up later..”

[neuvilletteswife4ever]

Hii! First time on youe page!Requests? Bet. A performance was demanded of me...And now I have delivered...ENCORE(I miss my fnaf phase ok?😭)

Well, here is the request. Yandere fatui harbingers with a darling who is on a hunger strike(bacically refuses to eat unless freed).

Ty 4 reading my request.

YANDERE FATUI HARBINGERS X A DARLING WHO REFUSES TO EAT

Warnings:

Kidnapping, no consent, killing, unhealthy obsession, torture, force-feed, needles

"Eat! Eat it!!" Scaramouche yelled at you annoyed while trying to force a spoon into your mouth. You refused. You wouldn't eat until they freed you from this miserable place. You didn't care if you starved. But you knew that they wouldnt let you starve because of their lovesick obessions. No way that you would starve on their watch.

"Eat it." Dottore said coldly, his voice making shivers run down your spine. The other fatui harbingers agreed as they stared into your soul. Gosh...you were sick of those lovesick smiles.

"I'm not hungry..." You said turning your head away and crossing your arms.

"Now now, come on dear, don't be like that now." Tartaglia stared at you, his eyes filled with lust and obsession. Pantalone agreed.

"Right, and then who would i spoil with gifts if you died from starvation?" He said, his smile wide as he enjoyed your scent, your beauty, everything about you.

"N-no. Not happening, I refuse..." It was obvious you were hungry, but you couldn't break your promise to not eat until they released you. All that starvation for what? To end your promise now? You wouldn't give up that easily. That's not you. You know better than that.

Everyone sighs deeply, as they glared at you.

"I'll only eat (a tiny amount) if you remove this chain from my ankle.." You managed to mutter out.

*The Fatui Harbingers eyes widened. The thought having you roam around free without them constantly gushing over you was ridiculous. It was obvious that you'd attempt to escape if they did remove the chain.*

"My dear, my dear. You leave us no choice." Arlecchino simply says, her eyes darkening as the others suddenly looked even more obsessive than they already were. You wondered what she meant by "you leave us no choice".

The Fatui Harbingers kiss you (without your consent) and leave the room. They make sure to have atleast 500 fatui agents outside of your room to prevent you from escaping. Even if you had a chain on. But they couldn't take the risk. Especially after your previous attempts.

1 Hour Later

The doors to your room opened and there they were. With fatui agents (the fatui agents were blindfolded because the fatui harbingers didn't want anyone to simply look at you, even the slightest.) carrying 50 dead corpses to your room. The corpses looked familiar...wait! Those were the corpses of your relatives and friends!!

"Now, let's make a deal my love. If you don't eat, we will kill anyone that's dear to you." Capitano smiles obsessively behind his mask.

You saw your mom and dad brutally tortured to death based of the injuries. You began bawling your eyes out as you felt a sharp pain in your back. It was Dottore. He injected a sharp needle that would make you faint and be unconscious for some hours. They forced your unconscious body to eat.

When you woke up you saw Columbina patting your head gently in bed as the other fatui harbingers watched you sleep. Their eyes never leaving. It made you really uncomfortable.

"Isn't it just better to obey us, love?"

(Im sorry if these are cringe and weird. Im still learning how to write proper yandere stories.)

[spikesbunny]

♥︎ BLEED ME DRY ♥︎

+ warnings: sub!fem reader, workplace relationship, bloodsucking, biting, biting kink, dry humping, thigh riding, porn without plot, wlw relationship, overstimulation implied, slight mention of corruption kink at the end (nothing too detailed)

+ ft: vampire! boss! arlecchino x fem reader

nsfw under cut, minors +men dni!!!

+ notes: small lil drabble bc i cannot get vamp arlecchino outta my head, god she was made for us women

not proof read, kinda messy and all over the place (js like me for her)

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

your boss was thirsty, again. you were the only one who knew her secret, one that couldn't get out. she made sure of it.

simply put, arlecchino was a vampire. a gorgeous one, for what its worth. being the only one who knew did come with benefits.

that's how you got here. sitting in her lap, the office door shut tightly. arlecchino suckled at your neck, drinking your blood at a slow pace. you were dizzy, between the loss of blood and how she was making you hump her thigh, your soaked panties rubbing against her slacks for a bit of friction.

you couldn't count how many times you had cum from this alone, your skin was sensitive and burning from her sharp ivory fangs. you were marked with her fangs, bites traveling from your collar bone to your arms, down your chest and torso and some planted on your thighs. A bunch of them were old and healing, a few were a couple days old, but a good handful were from just today.

your cunt clenched around nothing, your voice muffled by your boss' hand wrapped around your mouth to prevent the other employees from hearing. she promised you overtime, and you always recieved it.

you just would have to go home and fuck yourself, along with clean up the wounds. if you could drive clearly, your brain was wayyy to foggy right now, and she didn't seem like stopping anytime soon.

you couldn't complain. you wanted her to break you.

©2024 spikesbunny - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

[angelic--kitty]

has anyone considered breeding w/rabbit!arle? i'm sure you have, but hear me out -

(minors/ageless blogs dni, wlw content, rabbit hybrid!arle, transfem!arle, sub!fem reader, implications of heat/rut, breeding kink)

rabbit!arlecchino who treats you like a porcelain doll most of the time, who suddenly begins fucking you within an inch of her life when it's that time for her.

her claws dig into your hips as she uses your body like a toy, slamming you back and forth on her cock as you cry into the blankets.

her tail twitches constantly, her ears doing the same as she picks up every muffled noise from your lips, every wet sound from your cunt, your increased pace of breathing as she brings you closer to the edge

but it's never enough

she wants more of you. she wants to be buried in your pussy for the rest of eternity, cradling you in her arms, kissing your head and neck.

she just can't help herself... you would look so cute: your tummy round with her baby bunnies. she thinks you'd make a wonderful mother.

and isn't the process to make a family with her so much fun? you can barely speak when she's done with you. you're merely able to go limp under her, allowing her to clean you up, promising you she will take you again when you've recovered.

[k0yaz]

I loved your parent Arle headcanons ahh <33

May I request something similar but instead it’s oneshot Arle finding out fem reader is pregnant? I was thinking reader is a harbinger too and they both find out together while on a mission in another nation but it’s up to you !

with you.

Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: sfw, moderately but also slightly suggestive, female reader, pregnant reader, arle referred to as husband, wlw, GIRLS KISSING OH MY GOD?? it’s their biological child bro don’t even ask how don’t ask and just hc whatever u want there’s like baby magic, arle’s real name mentioned blah blah yk this, harbinger reader, mention of sex, fluff, lazy writing toward the end, not proofread.

A/N: I want to write so badly but my homework says no anyway guys my brain loves cooking so much omg also my tea tastes EXTRA good today—update the second half was done the next day I have no tea :(…actually I’m just too lazy to get the giant jug out of the fridge and I’m finishing this so I can go get bubble tea instead lol🕯️

Heaps of fluffed blankets bunched up at the edge of the bed, messily piled below yours and Arlecchino’s feet. Her hand was draped over your loosely covered shoulder, the black gradient trailing up her arms contrasting with your skin dimly brightened by the illuminating candle filling the room. Small shivers surged through every vein of your body as you slumbered, stomach churning as you felt your muscles tense roughly even in your sleep. Arlecchino carefully blinked one eye open, her cross marked eyes eyeing your scrunched up expression of discomfort.

Soft fabric of your undershirt brushed along your shoulder decorated with goosebumps blistered across your skin, the shoulder strap of your undershirt sliding a bit lower past your shoulder as her hand brushed up and down to ridge along the blooming bumps decorating your skin. The constant jabs continued to rack your body over and over, a swelling ache seeming to stiffen every joint in your body and making you stir in your curled fetal position. Hunching your shoulders, you rolled over onto your side once more, the tip of your nose lightly grazing Arlecchino’s neck.

Honestly, couldn’t even think up a single reason why your body continuously harbored a pang of soreness spread through every small compartment of your body. It had initially crept in as a few light cramps, starting off bearable and only irritating you every now and then. Musing all the possibilities, you shrugged off the periodic stings stabbing at your abdomen as muscle cramps or mild injuries from your mission. After all, mild injuries weren’t anything of concern to a harbinger of your status.

Ever since you had been dispatched on a mission along with the Knave, or rather your dear husband Arlecchino, everything had gone smoothly up until the present. The two of you had carried out the Tsaritsa’s orders accordingly, and found a lavish inn to stay the night at in order to replenish your strength. Golden light shadowed across the hall endlessly, the bright glows of the looming chandelier swinging back and forth carefully above your head gave quite the nice impression of the inn the two of you had come across. After all, you deserved a nice, opulent stay for a night after getting through a tedious mission around the outskirts of Snezhnaya.

Even now as you looked back on it, the receptionist’s expression didn’t make much sense as she slid a polished room key across the wooden table in your direction, the quiet grate of steel on wood bristling across the wood in sync with her morphed smirk. You simply exchanged confused glances with Arlecchino, who was equally puzzled with the receptionist’s words of: “I wonder if the Fatui shake entire rooms…have fun in there!”

Of course you could shake entire rooms, you had one of the highest rankings that any member of the Fatui could bear.

You and Arlecchino stepped foot into the warmly lit room, a comfortable bed with draped silk covers spilling off the sides situated square in the middle along with a spruce bedside table and porcelain decorations standing proud on the other desk tables across the room. Sure enough, the lighting clearly wasn’t the only thing in the room that was warm. Your body was suddenly flooded with an unshakable heat, raising the temperature of your neckline as pores of sweat accumulated at the base of your neck. The faint scent of jasmine grazing your nostrils was too strong to ignore, enveloping you in a sense of fervor and mild passion. And surely enough, Arlecchino was affected too.

The next thing you knew, the two of you basked in the dimmed lights and gentle air tickling your skin within the cold darkness, movements intensifying as you took in each other’s unclothed form. Arlecchino clawed at your side with each breath you drew in, nails raking along your plush hips as the two of you were lost in the thick heat clouding the atmosphere around the two of you.

By the next morning, you both continued with your day, heading back to the Fatui’s headquarters as if this was a normal occurrence between you two. Upon creaking open the heavy doors to the Tsaritsa’s well furnished chambers, you and Arlecchino had knelt before the Cryo Archon, the black fluff of the coat’s neckline feathering against your cheek with each sway of wind slipping in through the small crack of the opened window.

A near frustrated groan came dangerously close to pushing past your lips as the Tsaritsa commanded a mission for the two of you once more, ordering you both to take care of matters somewhere around Fontaine once again. Of course, you two couldn’t deny a mission from the Cryo Archon. It was significantly less tedious compared to the one you had just returned from, so why not?

However, as you and Arlecchino wavered through the sea parting the way to Fontaine, you couldn’t shake off a gnawing sense of nausea clawing at your belly as the ship rocked along the currents. A few droplets of ocean water trickled onto the ship, the clear liquid stilled on the edge of the boat as it seemed to glare at you despite being a mere inanimate state of matter. Your mind couldn’t help but race with unnerving possibilities shrieking like a parasitic voice thickly buzzing around your skull. You had clearly never felt so agitated before, nor paranoid over seemingly nothing.

“(Name). Seriously, are you alright?”

Ah. Peruere’s firm, yet collected tone always washed a sweet comfort over you. Especially when she seemingly showed concern over your well being.

You simply nodded, palm running along your side in circular motions as a way to soothe the throbbing pain which thankfully subsided a few solid moments later. By the time you were already in Fontaine, the pain was almost always present. You began vomiting quite frequently, often removing yourself from diplomatic relations to go throw up somewhere else. If not that, then you sure as hell were drowsy 24/7, feeling like you were about to break and collapse onto the earth at any moment.

In this very moment as you huddled into Arlecchino’s neck, you drew in a sharp breath quickly as your hand rested atop hers, which was currently thumbing at the strap of your undershirt. Her sweet scent momentarily distracted you from the ache in your stomach growing to pester you every moment of the day? Sure, they stopped, but it felt as if something was landing blows on your gut from the inside, kicking vigorously at your swollen stomach. Thankfully, Arlecchino finally arose beside you, her body tilted forward as she sat upright groggily. The soft hue of the dimmed lights warmed the tone of your face, your drained expression on full view for her to see.

She simply quirked an eyebrow in concern. She was aware you could handle yourself, yet your fatigued form couldn’t help but fill her with a sense of worry upon seeing you stir in supposed pain. The past week had plagued her mind with constant anticipation and uncertainty about you, wondering if she should contact the doctor situated not too far from your accommodations in Fontaine’s main city.

“About 3 weeks, Miss (Name).” The doctor replied, pressing his forefinger down onto the middle of his glasses to lower them as his eyes glided along the scribbled paperwork in his hand. You blinked in surprise, hand resting on your own thigh as an awkward silence fogged the room for what felt like centuries. Carefully, you rose to your feet as to not exert yourself too much, before delivering a thankful wave to the doctor who examined you. Swallowing down the nervous rise piling in your chest, you creaked the door open to exit the office, mind racing with what Arlecchino’s reaction would be.

Would she be happy? Upset? What if she isn’t ready to have any children with you in particular? Would she feel tied down?

The pestering questions continued to eat away at you as you slowly paced to your quarters, growingly anxious about how she would react to such major information being dropped onto her. You simply shook your head as you reached the foot of your shared room, shaky hand resting upon the doorknob. It didn’t matter how she reacted. You were 3 weeks pregnant and that was for sure, it was just a matter of what the two of you would agree to do.

As you turned the doorknob with a soft click, creaking open the door, your body suddenly felt heavy and sluggish. Each trudge forward felt like you were opposing gravity when you set your foot down in a single step. Arlecchino was situated on the bed, sitting on the edge as she remained lost in thought while tracing her own cursed hands. She didn’t take long to notice you, and her head snapped up to meet your gaze once she caught sight of your form standing at the corner of the wall.

“Ah. Love. How did the visit go?” She inquired, her voice gentle and soothing. You felt frozen in your spot, staring at her like an unmoving stone statue as your fists opened and closed slowly. By this point, your hands piled up a small amount of sweat between them as you clasped your fingers close, breaths coming out slowly in your perception.

“Arle, I’m pregnant.”

The atmosphere of the room was stunned just as silent as it was when the doctor revealed the same information to you, your anticipation growing as Arlecchino stood up and started walking toward you. You began fidgeting with your own hands, thumbs slipping against each other as her tall stature slowly drew closer and closer to you. Within seconds, she was right in front of you, hands raising to rest onto your shoulders gently.

“What do you want to do with the child, my love?”

You found yourself almost immediately relaxing, tense muscles resting upon hearing her sweet tone brushing against your ears. It was as if the world around you slowly cleared your vision, alluring you into Arlecchino’s arms as she wrapped you into a soft hug. Her blackened hands pressed along your back in circular motions, massaging you comfortingly as her lips ghosted over the shell of your ear.

“I…was thinking of keeping it.”

Arlecchino simply smiled, a rare occurrence that crossed upon her expression…unless she was with you. Her arms hemmed around your waist carefully, drawing you in against her chest as she rested her chin onto the top of your head. She simply let out a quiet hum in response, closing her eyes to rest against you. You followed suit, closing your own eyes slowly as you relaxed in Arlecchino’s grip.

“Very well. We’ll finally be able to be at peace together.”

A/N: I am sorry BUR IM SO SKEEPY RN IM NOT GONNA BOTHER ANYMORE WITH THE END IM SORRY

[knavesflames]

Anon: [Virgin reader who has Arle convinced she’s not a virgin and Arle realizes this mid-foreplay]

Hello 😧 I’m back with this. This time I believe I’ve read it correctly!! I made this one a bit longer for the inconvenience HAHAHA, either way, I hope you enjoy it now if you see this anon.

Word count: 1428

Contents: fingering, arlecchino being a lil tipsy, soft

Nsft utc!

You seem to realise about a year into your relationship that maybe you should have given up the lie. You’re not experienced, and if anything, you’re the complete opposite. You’ve barely kissed anyone. Arlecchino counts, obviously, but you’ve only kissed her and you’ve been lucky enough to worm your way out of sex and conversations about it every time.

Arlecchino is a busy woman, is she not? She is often away in Fontaine, or Sumeru, or Archons knows where else, it’s not exactly like she has time. Does it stop the murmured apologies spilling from her lips? No. Does it bother you? Also no. If anything, you’re worried for the day she figures it out. You shouldn’t have lied, you know this, but when the chance of being Arlecchino’s arose, you didn’t want her to come up with any reason to backtrack. So, you lied. Arlecchino is.. incredibly experienced, to say the least. You’ve heard the way the girls talk about The Knave in the town. How, way before you, she would go through three girls a night, at the same time, and none of them could think straight for the next week. You have no doubts she’d be gentle with you, and yet..

You don’t want to disappoint her. It isn’t that you don’t want to have sex, more that you’re worried you won’t be enough for her, you won’t be able to make her feel good (and that you’re nervous about your own pleasure).

So, what a shame (and a blessing) when she comes home tipsy after a Fatui gathering. You want to have sex with her so bad, so bad, in fact, you can feel it, and you wonder if this is the perfect time. She’s tipsy, she may not remember, and then you’re not really lying, are you?

It doesn’t seem to work out that way for you, though. Her kisses are as soft as always, but hungrier as she leads you towards the bedroom. Her hand is firm around your waist as she lowers you onto the bed, your satin nightdress billowing around you. You hear a small grunt as she flops down next to you before her lips meet yours again. Gracious when she’s tipsy, she is not. It’s almost comical, and you’d laugh if your head wasn’t running wild. Your hands move to remove her shirt, which is easy enough when she moves with you to help it along.

Mumbles of how good you smell and how tipsy she is leaves her lips and you manage to snicker in all your nervousness. The sound is quickly cut short by a sharp intake of breath when her fingers begin dancing up your thigh, your heart pounding more than it would, had you been experienced like you claim you are. Nevertheless, your own hands work their way under the waistband of her underwear, clumsily finding their way to where you’ve imagined touching her. You become lost in your thoughts, completely affected by the way you have to pretend you know what you’re doing, to the point you don’t even realise when she’s whispering your name softly.

Arlecchino’s eyebrows furrow and she uncharacteristically giggles as you try to find your way between her folds. It’s so clumsy, it’s almost like you haven’t done this before, and you’re the sober one. She studies you a little more, the way your lip is caught between your teeth, your breath a mix of nervousness and desire, and then it clicks. Her fingers wrap around your wrist, gently dragging your hand out of her underwear before her head rests on your shoulder.

“You haven’t done this before,” she murmurs as her lips graze against your neck. “Why did you lie?”

“I have!” You’re so quick to protest against her words, but to her, it’s just proving her point. With a soft sigh, she moves you on top of her so you can’t look away. You can tell in Arlecchino’s eyes she’s sobered up, at least a little.

“I mean this with a lot of affection, dear, but you can’t find the clitoris, and I am the drunk one.”

With a groan, you hide your face between her breasts in an attempt to conceal the heat on your cheeks. Her charred fingers move to your hair, carding through the strands as she questions you, her usually stern voice just a little softer.

“Do you want to, or are you agreeing because of me? Lie and I won’t be pleased.”

“I want to, I’m nervous.”

A low rumble leaves her throat, almost her usual laugh, and somehow more tipsy than the giggle she let out earlier. She flips the position, satisfied when she towers over you. “Then let me take care of you,” she whispers huskily against the shell of your ear. “I’ll show you how it works.”

Her eyebrow quirks, her red crosses piercing into your own irises as she waits for an answer. You pay attention the way your heart speeds up in pure excitement, and your body betrays any words that could leave your lips when you nod. You hear a hum leave Arlecchino’s mouth before her hands travel again, moving inside of the nightdress you so often wear. With your fingers twitching, you move under her waistband again, only for your hand to be gently pushed out.

“You tonight. Relax, I’ll make it nice.”

Your back instinctively arches when the pad of her thumb presses against your clit, your eyes closing as a shaky breath leaves your mouth. Her thumb pulls back quickly after, inspecting the newly achieved glisten on her skin. “So wet already,” she muses, locking her eyes on you as her thumb disappears beyond her lips. “You taste good, too.”

You make a noise that could only be described as a small whine in response. A whine of what, embarrassment? Arousal? You don’t know. Arlecchino does. Her thumb leaves her mouth with a pop before it meets the nerve bundle again, rubbing small, gentle circles to relax you. And relax you, it does, small noises of appreciation escaping you every so often.

“Ready?” She smirks against your cheek when you nod, making sure your lips are right next to her ear when she slides her finger inside of you, a shudder going down her spine at the delicious noise you made. Waiting until you’re comfortable, the finger stays unmoving until your hips buck up, initiating movement. It’s a slow rhythm, every pump and curl drawing out mewls and whines as your hands move to clutch at any part of her you can. One ends up around her shoulders, the other intertwined with her free hand.

“It’s okay,” she mumbles through her own heavy breath, clearly affected by your sounds and the movements of your hips against her middle finger. “Breathe, keep moving, keep making those pretty little sounds for me.”

Arlecchino’s words are punctuated by a particularly good curl and a small massage to the spongy spot inside of you, her own groan sounding in your ear when you flutter around her finger. “You’re so pretty. So pretty, and all mine, and I get to take you. Archons—“

The words are cut off by another groan, one that was clearly repressed for a few seconds. She isn’t even being touched, and somehow she’s receiving pleasure just from your own reactions. Either she’s desperate, or you just affect her that much. Her digits continue the movement, taking care to not scratch you with the nails she prides herself on, pressing and curling and pumping slowly until your whines are desperate and your walls are clenching against her.

“I know, baby, I know. Let it happen, hm? Remember to breathe. Good girl, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” She breathes, smirking at your response (which is in fact, just another whimper). You feel it building and building until you feel like your skin is on fire and you’re about to explode, and then your back arches, your eyes shooting open as your hand tightens around hers. Your hips jerk up erratically, and she presses kisses to your forehead when you ride the high she’s so happy to have given you.

When you finally come down, able to make sense of the world around you, she chuckles, a low, velvety chuckle, making use of your nails to create goosebumps on your skin as she lazily drags them over your arm. “I was nice tonight, but if you ever lie to me about something as important as this again, I will not be as kind. Understand?”

[blueberry-rose]

GIRL YOUR FIRST POST WAS SO YUMMY

ARLECCHINO IS SO DELICIOUS OML 🧎🏻‍♀️

I need more so can I request Arlecchino x wife reader smut where reader has just returned home from a mission (she’s a harbinger too) and Arle wants to show her how much she’s missed her <33

AHHHHH THANK YOU,

Here you go,

Arlecchino x harbinger! Reader

Smut, arle eats you out

You just got back from a mission, it’s late, the house was asleep, you opened the door quietly, entering it slowly. It was dark, you took off your coat and hung it up before slowly making your way upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, remembering which boards creak avoiding them carefully. You opened the door to your bedroom, and as soon as you did your husband sat up in your bed.

“Welcome home, dear” Arlecchino was in some night shorts and a tee shirt. So different than her normal attire.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” You laughed as you shut the door.

“No matter how hard you try you will always wake me up,” you know she’s right. You have tried countless times to not wake her up, she’s always on high alert. You’ve told her she needs to relax when she’s at the house. She never listens.

“I still feel bad waking you up.” You grabbed a nightgown from your dresser. And started to remove your dress. Only to feel Arlecchino’s hands snake around your waist under your dress, placing a kiss on your neck causing you to gasp.

“I’ve missed you.” She started to remove your dress. “Can I?”

“Yes, please” your voice was breathy.

“begging already dear? You’re a harbinger, it should be harder to make you beg.” She continued to kiss your neck, before biting down leaving a hickey, you gasped again.

“I only beg for you” you turned to face her, your hands finding there way under her shirt running along her abs.

“Is that right? You only beg for me? What a good girl.” She let you take off her shirt. Revealing her breasts to your eager gaze. She went back to biting and nibbling your neck, her hands went to remove your bra unclasping it and throwing it off to who knows where. You’re to focused on her hands how they were grabbing and squeezing your breasts. She pinched your nipple causing you to gasp again. She pressed her lips to yours kissing you slowly.

“You’re so touchy today.” You teased her. Your hands finding her waist, you pulled her body closer.

“And you’re bold today” she picked you up, caring you to the bed. You couldn’t help but giggle. She gently tossed you in the bed before climbing on the bed above you.

“I can’t help it I missed my wonderful husband.” She reached for your panties pulling them off. She placed a kiss to your lips again.

“Is that so? Well I missed my pretty little wife, myself.” She kissed down your neck trailing lower to your stomach. You opened your legs, as her kisses neared your core. “Well look at you, so obedient.” She kissed your clit before taking it in her mouth. You moaned out.

“Peruere~” She stopped for a second before redoubling her efforts. Causing you to moan out more your legs clamped around her head, she chuckled causing a wave of pleasure to go through your whole body. She pushed your legs apart. It didn’t take long before you tumbled over the edge.

“Already?,” she pulled away from your pussy, her face covered with your cum, she licked her lips. Your face heated up. She pulled out her strap. “Ready for more?”

“Yes.” You saw her slip into her strap, before positioning herself at your entrance. She pushed into your pussy with ease.

“You look beautiful wrapped around me.” She placed a kiss to your neck, biting again before starting to thrust into your pussy slow at first giving you a chance to adjust, before picking up the pace. Become more forceful. Making you moan louder. “So fucking pretty. And you sing for me so prettily too” you moaned out more, your nails dug into her shoulders.

“So clingy.” She cooed. Punctuating her words with a particularly hard thrust, hitting your g-spot perfectly. Causing you to throw your head your back arching off the bed. She continued to hit your g-spot grinding against it as she fucked you. “Such a pretty thing. My pretty little doll.” You’re brain was fuzzy. And as Arlecchino hit your g-spot again you came a ring of cum forming on her strap as she thrusted into you riding out your orgasm. She pulled out slowly.

“Look at how messy you are, so pathetic” she threw the strap out of the way. Placing kisses on your neck. “But I can forgive you, you’re so damn cute, I can’t ever stay mad at you.”