#genshin impact women x reader

[trendywaifus]

WEEK ONE

↳ double pleasure

two powerful women fucking you into an oblivion.

featuring— transfem! acheron & ei x fem! reader

cw: double penetration, oral fixation, overstimulation, mind dumbfication, blowjob, mild face fucking, size kink, belly bulge, soft sex, creampie, unprotected sex, praise, pwp

sinful hands explored your body, making quick work of removing every article of clothing from your person. ei attaches her lips to your collarbone while archeron’s lips kisses the nape of your neck. almost immediately, you’re reduced to a puddle, whimpering and drawing in sharp breaths as ei plays with your breasts. she drags her lips down your heated skin until it’s wrapped around one of your hardened nipples. her hot tongue greedily swirls around the perky bud, occasionally sucking and tugging at it.

you whimpered, gripping the back of ei’s head, silently urging her to continue. “ it seems like our pretty lady is enjoying this, huh? ” acheron chuckles lowly in your ear, giving your ass a nice squeeze. her hand reaches around your waist to dive in between your legs. you let out a sharp gasp as she plays with your clit and runs her fingers up and down your wet folds. “ indeed our dearest is, “ ei pulls away from your nipple with a wet pop. “ and if we get a little rough, i apologize in advance. “

ei straightens her back until she’s eye level with you. taking your jaw in her palm, she pulls you into a passionate kiss full of tongue, her wet muscle hungrily explores your wet cavern. “ you think you can take care of me after you two are done, pretty? admittedly, i’m getting impatient. “ acheron whispers in your ear, grinding herself against your ass.

“ mhm, “ you hummed, swirling your tongue around ei’s for a few moments until she retracts away, a thin string of saliva connecting you and ei’s lips. her half–lidded glowing, amethyst eyes peers into yours. she blurts out, “ please have a seat on my face beloved, i’m curious about how you taste. “ you blinked at her as well as the other counterpart.

acheron lets out a breathy laugh, “ i didn’t think i’d be so daring to request such a thing. this is perhaps perfect for me. “

within minutes, you’re sitting on ei’s face while she’s making out with your pussy, holding you down by the hips. acheron’s stands over you, gently pressing the flushed tip of her cock against your slightly parted lips. “ can you open wide for me?” she asks softly, looking down at you with a warm smile despite the needy look in her eyes. entranced by her gentleness, you complied, allowing her thick length to slowly slide inside your mouth.

“ good girl. . “ acheron groans, running her fingers through your hair. you enclosed your lips around her once you feel her hit the back of your throat. you only have half of her in your mouth and she already feels so heavy on your tongue, tensing your jaw. “ you look so beautiful like this, “ she mutters, admiring the cute concentrated look on your face as you struggled to accommodate her size. “ you don’t have to do anything, i’ll move. tap me if it’s too much. “

and she does, slowly moving her hips out and back in each time her cockhead grazes your throat. you rock yourself against ei’s face as she slurps and laps up your juices. she’s surprisingly a moaning mess just like you are. one of many broken moans spills from your lips; one that particularly causes acheron to grunt from its vibration. your tongue eagerly licks anywhere it can reach, eliciting a soft moan from acheron.

her thrusts grows subtly careless as her cockhead slowly eases deeper down your throat, you’re nearly gagging. “ you feel so great—i-i am barely keeping myself in control here.” acheron confesses jokingly, tenderly scratching your scalp with graceful fingers. you let out a loud, muffled moan, eyes beautifully rolling to the back your head from ei overstimulating your squirting pussy. “ forgive me dearest, i must of gotten carried away. ” ei mumbles, noticing your thighs trembling against the sides of her head. she places apologetic kisses to your inner thighs.

“ clearly. “ acheron sighs, her gaze still fixated on your tear–stricken face. she pulls her cock from your mouth so you can breath properly. “ w-want. .” you panted between shaky breaths.

the galaxy ranger pats your head affectionately, “ catch your breath first before you continue, sweetheart— “

“ ‘w-want you and ei i-inside of me—pl-please. “ you whimpered, looking up at the woman with dazed, yet desperate eyes that made her cheeks flush red. acheron clears her throat, “ i-i see. but let’s slow down princess, i’m not sure if you can take two of us at the same time— “

“ if that’s what you wish for, dearest, then i shall grant it. “ ei removes you from her face and swiftly positions you over her weeping cock. hands gripping your hips, she helps you sink down and stares in awe at the sight of your dripping cunt swallowing her length. the deity moans loudly from the tight sensation of your warm walls clamping around her length. back pressed against the tatami mat, she thrusts her hips upwards, giving you momentum to start bouncing on her cock.

acheron watched as you continue to shamelessly ride ei, her eyes travels down to your pretty tits bouncing up and down, her cock twitches with anticipation. “ if you truly do want us so bad, “ acheron joins the two of you on the mat, she presses her palm against your back, gently bending you down until your upper body is pressed against ei’s. she hovers over your back, spreading your ass cheeks apart to line herself with your puckering hole. “ then i guess i have no choice but to grant you your wish as well. “

she uses her pre-cum mixed with your drool as lube and teases your hole. acheron carefully falls on your back, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other is against the mat for support. “ i know it’s going to be uncomfortable at first, but i’ll do my best to be as gentle as possible. like i’ve mentioned before, indicate to me or tell me when you want to stop if it gets too much. “

acheron slowly pushes herself inside, placing several apologetic kisses to your back as she hears soft pained noises erupting from your throat. ei, who stopped moving so you can adjust accordingly, cradles your cheeks with delicate hands and guides your face towards her. she peers at you with soft eyes, “ if you wish to find more comfort during this process, please, allow me to provide it for you, dearest. “ ei pulls you into a gentle kiss, so gentle and sweet it made your heart warm. after several minutes of soft kisses and words of encouragement and praises, acheron was able to fully fit inside.

“ y-you can move, acheron and ei. i’m okay. “ you said, burying your face into ei’s neck.

“ of course, sweetheart. “

“ of course, beloved. “

once they started fucking your pussy and ass simultaneously, you soon became helplessly dumb. you were such a pretty babbling mess that it was almost a pathetic sight to witness. ei’s cock filling you to the brim, repeatedly hitting against all the right places, and acheron’s cock pounding into your ass so deliciously deep, you never felt so full.

“ j-just like that, pleasee, “ you drawled, your tongue lolled out, holding onto ei for dear life. “ mmm, you’re doing absolutely wonderful, dearest. .! “ she moans out, griping your hips as she continues to fuck you without any signs of exhaustion.

“ i-i agree, i didn’t think she could handle us both but i’ve been proven wrong—ah, sweetheart, you’re squeezing me—“ she says with gritted teeth, slowing down to fuck your ass in slow, shallow thrusts. she doesn’t wanna cum too soon but you’re intending on milking her dry, huh? acheron’s hand presses down on the outline of ei’s cock bulging out from your stomach, causing you to scream out in pleasure.

“ wanna cum—gonna cum! “ you mewled, throwing your head back in pure euphoria as you squirted once more, this time all over ei’s cock. ei follows behind with a throaty moan, hugging you tight against her as her hot seed fills you up. acheron buries her face in between your neck and shoulder blade, thrusting a few more times before she stuffs your ass with her cum. “ you did so good, my pretty girl. “ she mumbles breathlessly into your sweaty skin, not pulling out until she gives you every last drop.

ei does the same and grasps your face to sloppily kiss your swollen lips while acheron kisses your back, “ let’s do this another time, this was a wonderful experience. i’ll make sure we’ll meet again. “

[melodic-haze]

What if breeding and overstimulating Ei? Fucking her through her orgasm and continuing to fuck your dick into her abused hole, fucking your cum deeper into her pussy to make sure she takes all of it....

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Ei x dom!amab!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a dick, dumbification

☆ — NOTES: Blame Miko 🤷‍♀️ but also I've been wanting to write Ei and/or Miko for so long THANK YOU ANON

Put me and her in a room and I'm not gonna be the one coming out pregnant just saying 🫶

Realistically this is probably (definitely) Miko's fault for getting into her head, but she had lent her a book that she didn't realise was.....less than innocent

It was a novel that described some rather salacious scenes that had Ei go from confused to surprised to flustered.. and then to that feeling of neediness welling inside her. It's got her thinking of you and what you can do to her, which then eventually led to her personally seeking you out for a bit of a 'reading session' 🥰

Mini thought dump so if you don't wanna read then skip this point. Ok as someone who loves getting into logistics and how things would work hypothetically, I find this situation funny bc like. If Ei can model her body to whatever she wants it to be bc it's synthetic, which means taking out whatever she deems unnecessary, then would she have a reproductive system? Would she deem it important?? Would you even have anything to insert yourself into or is she just. Cursedly smooth

Anyway thought dump over, sorry for the crisis even though you were expecting 🌽. MOVING ON

It's hard to believe that the woman you're dicking down is Inazuma's very own revered Archon when the one you've got underneath you at this moment looks so unbelievably fucked out and far off: eyes clouded and rolling to the back of her head, fingers digging into the sheets, mouth glistening with a mix of your saliva and the drool on the corner of her mouth, hair out of its normal braid and surrounding her like some kind of purple aura

And that's not even accounting the occasional spark of electro here and there to which she had initially apologised for. Though that was before she became all dumb and lost all sense of thought and responsibility, her mind practically turned to mush as you keep on pistoning her relentlessly. Now she's just REALLY unaware of anything and everything else but you and how good you make her feel. Everything else is just SO overwhelming for her little brain 😞😞😞😞

"I-- I'm c-cumming again, I-- feel the--"

"'s okay, baby," you groaned out, putting her legs above your shoulders as you moved within her, "you can cum."

It will never cease to amaze you, how your words had such an effect on the strongest figure in all of Inazuma, especially when your words get her to react so very intensely—her insides squeeze you like a vice as her hips lift off the bed in an attempt to get you as close to the base as possible.. or at least, she tries to.

Despite all that strength she has, all it takes you is a press down onto her abdomen as a way to both keep her hips down and to add more pressure on her and suddenly she's all pliant. The poor girl can't even scream—she was never really the type to—so when she opens her mouth, she doesn't make a sound as you push your hips into her in a particular way before stilling your movements as you came inside for.. who knows how many times it's been?

The amount of cum that spills out from her pussy despite your cock practically plugging it shut is enough of a giveaway that you've been at it for a while though.

..But you find that you don't really care when you start up all over again, not giving her enough time to come down from her high and overwhelming her completely.

You act out whatever she saw on that book of hers: the poses, the positions, the angles, whatever she thought was interesting to her. She used her lack of present knowledge to her advantage too—she had asked you for a proper demonstration, seeing as how she had been trapped in the PoE for the longest time so she fears she's not all that familiar with these.. new words or phrases!!

Half of it was true but other half of it was her just trying to lure you. And it worked so 🤷‍♀️ fair game

You make sure to stuff her silly with all of you, scooping up what drips out and stuffing it back in to make sure that nothing goes wasted. That proves to be a hard task as you proceed though because throughout your many rounds and the actual breaks in between, there IS a limit to how much she can have inside her so it's inevitable that it'd spill

Not like the sight isn't great, it's actually the opposite—just seeing YOUR own cum practically overflow in her pussy like that? FUCK just the thought of her insides being painted white because of you??? It's the way that if you pressed down on her abdomen without your cock clogging her entrance, it'd gush out in streams.......ohhhhgoodness

Your lover stares down absentmindedly at her pussy, hole agape and very much abused and so so so filled up and stained and whatever it is she could think of to describe it. Such warmth was inside her, the feeling of being full never quite leaving her—not as if it ever could for a good while, when you've filled her with so much cum that it's spilling without anything to prevent its escape from within her.

She had designed this body with the thought of only keeping necessary systems on the design for optimal use in upkeeping eternity and avoiding erosion. Why she had designed it with erogenous areas in mind? The reason eludes her, but now not only does Ei thank herself from going through with it, she is lamenting the lack of a complete reproductive system.

While becoming pregnant would.. pose for mixed results during her planned time to make amends to the nation for running away and keeping a narrow mind on what eternity could mean, she had wondered how the session would have felt with such capabilities. Would it have felt better? The same? Worse?

..Perhaps she will take a note to reassess the Shogun's model later.

Zooweemama by GOD I need her, end of story good night all

[liliewrites]

COUNTDOWN TO HALLOWEEN + KINKTOBER SPECIAL !

LOCK YOUR DOORS, HIDE YOUR GIRLS!

THESE WOMEN ARE LURKIN' ! THESE WOMEN ARE THIRSTIN' ! FOR WHAT YOU MAY ASK? WELL, OF COURSE, FOR FELLOW WOMEN TOO, SILLY !

— Welcome, little love! Help yourself to a 5 fic special countdown to Halloween! Featuring Genshin women to indulge with in your freaky fantasies, hopefully you enjoy this little Halloween treat I've prepared for you all!! Also, #3 onwards are all of my contributions to @edgeray's wonderful halloween event!! thanks for the opportunity, i had fun !!

#1 - PHONE SEX / VOICE KINK : YOU SOUND SO SWEET, BABY ! — Jean Gunnhildr ; " Jean can't help but miss your voice, help her out will 'ya?" 12:00 PM (GMT+8)

#2 - SOMNOPHILIA / DEEPTHROAT: LICK YOU LIKE A LOLLIPOP — Transfem! Raiden Ei ; " It's been a long day for your archon, it's time to give yourself a treat! " 3:00 PM (GMT+8)

#3 - DEMON / ?? : BLACK SORROW 6:00 PM (GMT+8) — Demon Tengu Kujou Sara ; " All she needs is a little understandin' and a little lovin' " 6:00 PM (GMT+8)

#4 - GHOST / ?? : CAPTAIN, OH MY CAPTAIN ! — Ghost Pirate Beidou ; " Hey, have you heard about the haunted ship rumored to appear during night at Liyue Harbor? 9:00 PM (GMT+8)

#5 - KEMONOMIMI / ?? : LITTLE PUPPY, LOST PUPPY — Transfem! Dog Hybrid Arlecchino ; " Oops, looks like your husband got in a little accident.. " 12:00 AM (GMT+8)

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[spring002]

𝓓EAR DIARY ayaka kamisato x f!reader

summary ayaka kamisato has been best friends with you since elementary school. she has witnessed your ups and downs. your happiest moment and saddest. you have the endless loops of having boyfriends and girlfriends.

aka . . . dear diary, when will you notice that i want to be with you? / dear diary, when will i find someone who'd love me for me?

listed as high school romance, childhood friends to lovers & smau contains les4bi, general angst, fluff, idiots in love, kys / kms jokes, rarepairs, teenage love, written as more corny, clumsy, "dork diaries"-sque writing, more added later as the series continues additional note pairings include ayay/n, yoitao, ayaitto & thomluc (mild kaeya x reader), updates can be found on this tag

signing off as . . . k. ayaka & l/n. yn bffs5ever . . . dawn cafe

𝒹ear diary: it's a new year new me!

0. this year i will... 01. internal conflict 02. woah whos that babe youre with thoma? thats kaeya and hes not a girl! 03. dying 04. hes so cute 05. shooting my shot! 06. [keyboard smash x3]

𝒹ear diary: manifesting works... i have a bf!

07. y/n the bf haver 08. i love him 09. ayaka's ongoing battle 0 10. ayato schemes (♥︎) 11. double date with ayaitto! (𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔?!) 12. what a disaster 12.5. ayato the instigator

𝒹ear diary: but then the cycle continues

13. silly bf gf 14. twofaced bitch! 15. liar liar pants on fire (♥︎) 16. surface tension formula is to hug it out 17. i told you so 18. apologies and hugs

𝒹ear diary: maybe im in love with... (𝓌𝒽𝑜?)

19. overthinking 20. ayato schemes (𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃?!) 21. double date (/p?) 22. AAAAH 23. dying pt2 24. i dont want to say it but… 25. she beat me to it! 26. i love you (𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎)

fin.

HEY, DO NOT SNOOP THROUGH MY DIARY!!! friendzoned (open 0/20):

[wanderingconstellations]

what if the reader was [char]'s lover? who came down and wanted to bless the people with their love and presence without knowing the affects.

apparently after quite some time, the people grew greedy and selfish. one day when reader was trying once again to calm the audience down, it all went wrong where they captured them and ended up threatening to burn them.

reader was immortal, but wasn't immune to death itself and once reader was burning in the hot flames, their own bitter tears caused great havoc to the nation(s) itself, causing plants to wither, water to become poisonous, becoming completely inhabitable. but that was also caused by [char] themselves.

[char] was deeply, and completely angered, and devastated. they trusted and believed that they once will never lose themselves in your blessings, but disappointingly, they did. angels and gods from above watch in horror, knowing that if they did interfere with the mortal realm, they would face the dangerous consequences of the universe itself.

because of how devastated [char] was, a curse was sent upon that world, making it inhabitable. despite that, even he fell from grace. their love and only love, [name], completely died in the burning flames of the greedy mortals. then yet, [char] promised someday, they'll make sure that this cursed and wrecked world of theirs will forever suffer in their wrath.

—— DILUC, kaeya, LISA, jean, ZHONGLI, CHILDE, XIAO, ningguang, beidou, ayato, EI, yae miko, CYNO, tighnari, ALHAITHAM, dehya, CLORINDE

[knavcsblade]

unprofessional.

+18!

cw: professor/dilf!arlecchino x student!reader. NOT highschool; both arlecchino and reader are adults. dom arle, sub r. overly descriptive. a lot of tension. age gap. power play (?). slight degradation. cunnilingus. 

wc: 3.4k

summary: professor arlecchino tutoring student reader who had fallen behind in class… and lesbian sex.

a/n: i couldn’t stop thinking about dilf arle as a professor… i would apologize, but i know this is a millionaire idea. plus, i haven’t written in ages and my fingers are now moving all over the keys like it’s nothing. i’m free!

Lessons have always been annoying—as far as you can recall—so much so that you would usually find yourself pouring your focus into the most insignificant things you could think of.

You would bring novels into class to read as the professor explained a new subject; you’d look out the window and process all the things you had to do on that very specific Tuesday afternoon; you would even take naps in between the prolonged sentences of that one teacher you simply couldn’t stand, for a reason that managed to escape you every time.

That was until the day the man was rumored to have been fired and replaced by another professional with more experience on the field—someone who most likely wouldn’t bore all the students to death.

Great, you thought, another male educator with an inflated ego who would roll his eyes at every inquiry from his pupils before proceeding to answer sarcastically just to make them feel witless. You were oh so excited for that.

The moment you looked up from your walnut desk, you already knew something was off. Everyone went silent as soon as the door opened—a common occurrence, though it felt different this time, especially since the clicking of heels echoed through the large room.

“Good morning, class,” those were the first three words that came from the new professor. The gravelly depth of her voice carried an air of authority that quickly forced everyone to put all their attention on the manner in which she approached her desk.

You were all in almost a chokehold in an instant, that was as clear as day. However, you seemed to be the most interested one out of the bunch by the way your eyes lingered on her form—on the way there was a lack of sway in her hips that you were unused to.

Most of the female scholars were nothing like her, and not just physically, you could already tell. She carried herself in a way that had you almost hypnotized, and you already knew you would be paying attention this time around.

There was a soft thud that bounced off the walls when she set her messenger briefcase on the dark wood of her new desk, eyes glimmering like coals in the darkness never leaving the class sitting before her. “Before we begin, introductions are indispensable,” her gaze flickered towards you for a few seconds before she spoke again.

That was… odd. You definitely looked like a deer in headlights to her now.

“I’m Arlecchino, and I’m afraid I will be your new professor from this moment onward… and no, I shall not disclose the details of your previous professor’s departure, before you ask.”

The auditorium had fallen silent the second she walked in, but due to the velvety, spellbinding tone of her voice, it seemed to grow even quieter. Of course, she had every student’s undivided attention at this point, but you found yourself staring at her for longer than would be considered appropriate.

The way she wore her suit captured your notice almost instantly. This was a common attire worn by every professor at the institute you attended, though hers was utterly captivating. The way the fabric clung onto her body, adding the way she carried herself… it was difficult for you to focus on her words at all, no matter how hard you tried.

And oh, her voice had you in a trance. The way the low vibrations of it echoed through the room sent shivers down your spine in a way you had never felt before. This person couldn’t be real…

You were so distracted by her you didn’t even realize the lesson was already over until you noticed the people around you beginning to stand up—Arlecchino taking a seat at her desk just to go through some papers she had taken out of her briefcase.

Much to your dismay, you were snapped out of your thoughts by this and, of course, her speaking. “Make sure to continue… hitting the books, as they say. In spite of your former professor’s leave-taking, the exam dates remain the same.”

The moment you got up and most of your peers had exited the room, you simply had to look at her for the last time. Truly, where did this woman come from? She was otherworldly, in your very honest opinion, and you were one hundred percent upset about having to make your way outside at that moment.

But oh, did you enjoy the lectures now.

You enjoyed her… them so much, the quality of your exam was abysmal. For her, even having to read the few words you wrote down felt like a punch in the gut, and she almost winced while going over it. However, who could blame you? Your last professor was truly someone who spoke and lulled you to sleep, and she was too distracting for you to even begin to comprehend the words that flowed out of her mouth.

The moment you picked up your test from her desk, you didn’t even look at it. You caught a glimpse of red inked scribbles all over the paper, clearly Arlecchino’s corrections, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even read what she had to say. You already knew you had messed up—what was the point?

You always told yourself you would simply ‘study more next time’; however, this was futile. All the subjects were related, so you practically were doomed to fail. You hadn’t the time to go over so many different things in just a few months.

The lesson began once you sat down, and one more time, your chin rested idly on the palm of your hand as you watched her. This was the sole reason you had underperformed on the exam, or so she thought.

She could almost vividly see the way her speech went in one of your ears and out the other, and in spite of her calm demeanor, it was slowly beginning to vex her. Were you truly this careless?

Of course, she kept an eye on you while she explained the intricacies of the new subject at hand, slowly pacing before the entirety of the class as she did her best to direct your attention to her words—not the way her steps allowed you to notice just how toned her frame was beneath the fabric of her suit.

The second everyone got up to leave the auditorium after long hours, you heard a soft “you”—one that oozed authority despite its calm tone. You already knew whose lips that simple word came out of. Naturally, you looked disoriented as you approached Arlecchino with your bag now hanging from your shoulder and heart beating so loud in your chest it might as well have been about to burst.

“Yes?”

Her gaze eventually turned to you, blackened hands gaining purchase on her own hips as she looked down at you. Finally, you could see her nails up close, one of the things you continued to ogle while sitting a few feet away from her, and you were more than fascinated by them now.

She cleared her throat to catch your focus once again after noticing it deviating from her face, and you would have been startled if only you hadn’t found her so attractive. “I have been informed that you are… one of the students who didn’t exactly pay attention to these classes previously. I wished to let you know you may come to me after lessons so I can clear any doubts you might have.”

Her eyes bored into yours as she spoke, and if you couldn’t hear your own heartbeat in your very ears, you would have assumed it had stopped completely. Educators were allowed to be mesmerizing, sure, but you had never found yourself being so… distracted by one.

“I’m positive you have quite a few of them, since I was told you spent most of your time dozing off or staring out the window at the previous professor’s lectures. Not to mention the way you seemed more than distracted in our last ones, unlike the other students…, and your failed exam.”

You immediately felt called out by her—who wouldn’t? Wasn’t this deeply embarrassing? This woman assumed you were, well, an uninterested fool, judging by her almost condescending tone. She already knew you had always been busy hearing her voice, but never truly listening to her. You felt your cheeks begin to burn from the shame.

“Yes, I…,” you cut yourself off to clear your throat, fist covering your mouth as you thought for a few seconds. Would you confirm her obvious assumptions about you, or reject her offer? Well, the answer was obvious. “I suppose it would do me good.”

“It would do your grades good,” her head tilted ever so slightly to the side as she spoke, piercing eyes solely focused on yours at all times. They were inhumanly beautiful yet hauntingly distant; despite this obvious nature, you couldn’t look away. “I don’t particularly enjoy the idea of my students falling behind.”

That said, a vocal sigh left her parted lips and filled the room in an instant. 

“We will meet at the library, yes? Perhaps I can… enlighten you for once.”

And so she did. She would spend hours on end trying to get certain things through your pretty little head, often having to literally snap you out of your thoughts. You spent long periods watching the way she held her garnet fountain pen instead of listening to her, and this was becoming tiresome.

You could practically hear her jaw clenching as you quietly giggled and lied through your teeth. “Don’t worry, I understand” and “yes, that makes sense” were things you would say time and again, even if Arlecchino hadn’t been speaking for minutes.

In a way, she found you… amusing, albeit irritating. The situation wasn’t one she was used to, even after years of being an important scholar of Teyvat.

You thought you weren’t being so blatant, though she caught on the reason for your absentmindedness pretty quickly. She would notice even the smallest of details about your actions, like the way your gaze would drop to her lips as she spoke, or how you continued to bite the inside of your cheek—it was almost as if you were somewhere in between reality and some different plane of existence.

She didn’t blame you, however. You were very clearly infatuated with her, and oh, did she find it sweet.

The only issue with these private lessons was that neither of you had considered the fact that the library closed once a month for the staff to conduct a book recount. The first Friday this took place, Arlecchino found herself having to simply invite you to her home so you could both resume your routine.

This wasn’t exactly inappropriate, at least not to her. It was fairly common for her colleagues to take the students who needed the most support to their places so they could perform their duties as tutors to them—you were utterly flustered, however.

You had ‘sneakily’ gotten information out of her about her personal life, like how she had adopted three children a few years back, or how she had a beautiful garden with rainbow roses she enjoyed taking care of before making her way to the institute. None of that could ever compare to setting foot into her house, fully missing those children she had mentioned before.

You now sat at the desk in her study, cross-legged with your tightly clasped hands resting on your lap and Arlecchino sitting before you. You desperately wished to look around—to take in the way she had decorated the room and maybe catch onto small details of hers she wouldn’t confess. However, you kept your gaze on her the entire time. Furniture could wait, could it not?

“I apologize for the… chaos,” her voice rumbled as she focused on putting away the scattered papers all over the large desk into a folder.

All you did was wave your hand dismissively in response, and if you weren’t looking so intently, you would have missed the way the corners of her lips lifted with utmost subtlety.

Your books were covering the mahogany wood in minutes, Arlecchino slightly leaned in as the crimson crosses in her eyes focused on the words plastered on the pages. She could definitely feel you studying her form more than you would ever study the sentences sitting right in front of you. She had had enough now.

Her voice pulled you out of your head in an instant, doe-eyed as you hummed. It took you a few seconds to register her question, the usual “did you understand?”

“Oh, uh… yes, absolutely.”

“Do it, then,” she said, leaning back with crossed arms and brows furrowed slightly enough to make you press your lips together instinctively.

It was clear you were puzzled at her words. You hadn’t heard what she had uttered before, and she just knew it.

“I’m… sorry, what?”

To this, all she did was exhale deeply through her nose and begin to organize all the books and papers you had placed on her desk. Her patient demeanor was beginning to falter, and all due to you.

“Get on the desk. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” Her answer was simple, and the way she said it left no room for hesitation whatsoever.

She put all your belongings aside to rest her palms on the edge of the furniture, getting up with a swift movement that made her chair roll back and give her enough room to wait for you to do what she had commanded. It was clear there was a plan in her mind, one about what she would do to you the second you obeyed, and it was nerve-racking.

Oh, well. Who were you to not do as she said? Especially when her gaze lingered on yours expectantly.

You slowly made your way towards her, hands trembling as you used them to prop yourself up and now find yourself sitting atop her desk in pure silence. Your legs were pressed together, naturally, since you had decided to wear a skirt due to the hot weather that had taken place merely a couple of weeks earlier. You didn’t wish to expose yourself before her, or did you?

“You know, dear,” she started as she drew closer, the nickname as well as the manner in which her hand found its way towards your thigh making your heart race in what could only be anticipation, “you aren’t good at listening, or understanding what I regularly explain to you… or keeping your focus on something other than me.”

At that moment, everything around you seemed to vanish. She was now so close you could feel the heat of her body against yours and her breath tickling your face. Somehow, before you could even react at all, she stood between your spread legs as her blackened hand snaked its way under the fabric of your skirt.

Could your poor heart even take all of this?

“I’m sure you aren’t even paying attention to what I’m saying right now, are you?”

“Sorry, you… you’re too close. I can’t…,” you didn’t even finish your sentence, but not due to her. It was all because your mind could only concentrate on the way her nails uniformly dug into the plush skin of your thigh.

“You can’t… what? Think? Of course you can’t,” she muttered in response, knowing she needn’t speak louder considering the closeness between you two.

It didn’t take her long to shatter this small distance, however. She leaned in impossibly closer, giving you all the time in the world to pull away if you wished to do so—if she had been stupid enough to misunderstand the whole situation. Yet, as the seconds passed, you didn’t. Obviously. 

Her other hand managed to gain purchase on your waist to pull you in and meet her lips halfway, wrapping you in a kiss as unhurried and torturous as it was passionate and hungry. And oh, the way you finally let out the breath you weren’t aware of holding through your nose the instant you tasted her only made her fully press herself against you.

You let her in eventually, a whimper betraying you as she fervently explored your mouth and her fingers wrapped around the hem of your underwear to slide it down your legs. She couldn’t find herself caring about anything other than giving you what you had wanted in such a desperate manner since you first saw her, even more so ever since you had managed to grow on her so easily.

She thought you were simply… almost adorable. The way you drooled every time your eyes landed on her was something she found more than entertaining, and she wished to see how many reactions she could pull out of you with uncomplicated deeds.

Arlecchino only pulled away to kneel before you, and you couldn’t help but notice the fine thread of saliva that connected your lips before it snapped once her face waited right in front of your unclothed, drenched cunt. She watched you in silence, crimson eyes now turning darker at the sight of your desperate expression.

You just wanted her to ravish you, didn’t you?

All she had to do was lift your legs up to rest on her shoulders just so her tongue could finally roll between your folds and soak in your fluids fully. This took longer than you were hoping for, but once it did, your head lolled back at the feeling.

This was followed by you dragging a moan out of the depths of your throat, an action that made her hold tightly onto your thighs since she could already tell you would be the type to squirm and make a mess only from getting eaten out.

The pretty noises coming from you the moment she found that sweet bundle of nerves only made her react by digging her nails into the warm skin of your thighs and shoving her face even further into you. Her nose was pressed against your mound, and the sensation of the small hairs pricking on it made the feeling even more enjoyable for her.

She seemed to eat your pussy out like a woman starved—one not afraid to pour the entirety of her silent desire onto you and watch you relish it in its entirety. She could even feel the mixture of your wetness and her saliva beginning to drip down her chin and pour onto her pants to stain them in the future, all the while she lapped against your sensitive clit.

Long minutes full of moans, whimpers, and your hand tangling in her hair passed when you felt that well-known heat forming in your lower stomach. You couldn’t ignore it, and neither could she. Arlecchino could simply tell how close you were to an orgasm just from the way your legs squeezed her head every once in a while.

“Fuck… fuck, Arlecchino, please,” a strained plea that was interrupted by a mewl left your mouth which hung open for her to hear you.

Between lewd slurps and wet noises, her eyes found yours for what probably was less than a second. This managed to get you to clench around nothing as a loud moan filled the air.

“How vulgar,” came the only muffled response from her, though she lacked the sharpness of her usual tone. She was absolutely pussy-drunk at this point, only focused on bringing you to ecstasy with her tongue and claws carving crescent moons into your thighs.

It didn’t take you long to find your release, twitching and holding onto absolutely anything on that desk to keep yourself from fully resting on it. Even at the peak of your orgasm she didn’t let go of you; she was entranced by making sure she licked you clean of all your juices no matter what. It became overwhelming at one point—the way she made sure to swallow your climax solely made you wish this would have happened sooner.

Once she was done enjoying your taste, she slowly got up to wipe the remains of your loud crescendo with the back of her hand, red crosses finding your pupils though she knew you were more than out of your five senses.

“I do hope that, after this, you will pay more attention to our future lessons, dear,” her voice was somewhat deeper, and it forced you to nod through your exhaustion.

You would definitely focus on her words from now on.

[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.“

[edgeray]

EDGERAY'S HALLOWEEN EVENT

“Beware of every corner, dear reader, a creature may linger!”  → Genshin Impact women who may not appear as human as they seem.  NSFW may be included.

a collection of works from multiple creators on Tumblr, based on the following Halloween themed AUs: - slasher/serial killer, werewolf, vampire, mermaid/siren, demon, angel, dragon, ghost, phantom, goddess, kemonomimi, and alien

Thank you to the below creators for participating! Make sure to follow them and like, comment, and/or reblog to tell them you guys enjoy their content! They're all super talented at what they do and have great stuff! To everyone here (creators and readers), happy Halloween!

Works that are not linked have not been posted yet. Masterlist will be updated when works have been posted.

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@calithso

Mermaid! Signora x Reader Suggestive Werewolf! Arlecchino x Reader (same link)

@myfriendscallmebun

Angel! Navia

WRITING

@aetherdoesthings

Goddess! Arlecchino x Reader Platonic

@aixeko

Slasher/Serial Killer! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@angelic--kitty

Kemonomimi! Dehya x Reader NSFW

@anoncryinginthecorner

Phantom! Arlecchino & Clervie

@beiibeiii

Vampire! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@celuere

Ghost! Arlecchino x Reader

@chucapybara

Phantom! Eula x Reader Phantom! Shenhe x Reader

@e-hibiscus

Demon! Ningguang x Reader NSFW

@edgeray

Alien! Arlecchino x Reader

@hulahoopsoupgroup

Siren! Furina x Reader Dragon! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@mihii-i

Vampire! Furina x Reader Goddess! Ei x Reader Siren! Navia x Reader NSFW

@liliewrites

Kemonomimi! Arlecchino x Reader

Ghost! Beidou x Reader Demon! Kujou Sara x Reader NSFW

@melodic-haze

Mermaid! Kokomi

Kemonomimi! Arlecchino

@spikesbunny

Ghost! Beidou x Reader

[knavesflames]

What about some vampire king arlecchino where she drinks blood-wine and keeps reader on her lap like a pet 😋

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[scheduled post]

Thank you for kickstarting my kinktober <3 I took the idea and ran with it but I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out, and I hope everyone else is too <3

Word count: 1.8k

Contents: fingering, vampire!arlecchino x human fem!reader

Nsft utc!

Arlecchino, a vampire so powerful that she terrifies both vampires and humans alike. Rumour has it that she once killed a man just by appearing next to him and whispering. She’s hauntingly terrifying, and somehow, the most beautiful creature you’ve ever set your eyes on. You can’t trick yourself into thinking that she doesn’t horrify you, that something about her chills you to the bone and makes you almost pray she has mercy on you when she decides to kill you. Arlecchino seems to have taken a liking to you, however.

Watching you from afar each night, only appearing at your door after the clock strikes midnight, you noticed quickly that she was quite a persistent woman thing when she decided to be. At first, you ignored the knocking on the wood of your door (the only thing that separated you and her). When you refused to answer (for you knew you would meet your end the second you stared into those soulless eyes), she began speaking. Pleading, almost. “Let me in,” her voice, barely a whisper, had reached you even through the headphones you had on in an attempt to drown her out. You wondered if the powers she was rumoured to possess were, in fact, true.

You’d like to say you withstood it. That you were able to wait until she had gotten bored, and that you were not like the others. The others. What became of them, once she was finished? Were they, perhaps, the other vampires you knew roamed about the land? Or, had they become nothing more than bones buried in soil, waiting to be discovered by some aspiring archaeologist in decades to come? Nobody knew. Nobody wanted to.

Alas, you did not withstand it. After a few months of her lurking by your door, you made the grand mistake of opening it. Immediately, your eyes moved to the floor. If there was one thing you, and everyone else knew, was that it was incredibly unwise to look into her eyes. They were not normal eyes. They did not have an iris, or a pupil. They were black holes with crosses the colour of spilled blood. Something that seemed so simple, and yet, you have known of people who looked, and were left so scared they could no longer speak.

“May I enter? Your home looks ravishing.” Her voice was a drawl, one that pierced whatever guard you were attempting to put up. You opened your mouth, nothing came.

“Look at me.” You realised by then that the rumours about whatever powers she could possess were true, for you, despite your screaming mind and attempts to stay looking down, found your eyes travelling up her frame. Arlecchino was taller than you realised, and her heels certainly didn’t help. Her suit, somehow a pristine white (how odd for a bloodthirsty vampire), contrasted against the inky black in her hair. “May I enter?”

Your head unwillingly found itself nodding, but clearly, that wasn’t enough, for she demanded once more. “Say it.”

“..you can come in.” You muttered. From then, she would visit you quite often, and you would come home to find her casually sitting at your dining table. You grew quite attached to her, though you detested admitting it. When you learned that she would not leave you alone, you found yourself appeasing her, stocking up on candles she enjoyed, playing her favourite songs quietly. You both grew close, in all honesty, and you understood that the night she made your head fall back in pleasure and your voice break from the countless moans you let out. Something about her made your heart beat faster and your breathing heavier. (Was it fear or arousal? Did the fear somehow arouse you more? You refused to explore that train of thought because you knew the answer)

One October night, you come home after work only to find her there once again. Not a surprise anymore, you think, you almost knew she’d be there. On the nights where the air is bitter and there are no stars in the sky, she opts to spend her time with you. You offer a small hum of acknowledgment, but don’t look at her. You try not to look at her, ever.

“Come here.” Arlecchino’s voice carries through your small apartment, the familiar thrum of her fingers tapping on the table. When your eyes move to the table, you notice a wine glass. One of yours, you’re aware, but you didn’t own any wine. The cogs begin to turn as you take a few steps closer.

Her hand, blackened with patterns you can’t help but secretly admire, pats her knee, the soft sound of the fabric reaching your ears. You abide, once again, swallowing as you perch there, your body tense. One hand wraps around your waist, and with strength, too much strength, pulls you closer. Her body, which one would expect to be cold, is burning hot, and as much as you hate doing so, your body instinctively leans into it. The room is cold, and she seems to hum when she feels you rest your body weight onto her. Your jaw tenses when you begin to question if you’re even scared of her anymore.

Until, that is, she sips the wine in the glass she so graciously stole from you. Wine. ‘Wine’. It feels like ice shoots through your veins when you smell the familiar metallic smell of blood, the one that seems to always coat her skin just faintly. It is then that you realise she isn’t drinking wine at all, but blood. Fresh blood, even. You feel sick until her voice cuts through your mind.

“I can hear that heart of yours. Scared, hm?” The words are almost teasing, and somehow, it almost seems like she cares. You shudder when her breath (and her fang) grazes your skin as she speaks. You cannot decide if you want to stay or run. You are horrified.

“That isn’t wine.”

“No, it isn’t. I never said it was, you assumed.” Arlecchino murmurs, moving to begin placing gentle kisses along the skin of your neck, causing your eyes to flutter closed. In times like these, you forget she isn’t human anymore.

“I should have known you were like every other vampire.” You whisper, mostly to yourself. Even so, you allow your head to tilt to give her better access. Your mind is slightly fuzzy, but you hear her place the glass on the table, and you feel the way her hands are sliding under your shirt. You let her. You like it.

“I’m not like every other vampire,” she protests quietly, but the words are full of amusement and mockery. “I’m worse.” Her words are punctuated by a small bite on your earlobe, one that causes you to moan yelp. The creature woman almost chortles at your moan, and chooses to push away your bra roughly. She cups your breast like her hands were made to do so, and suddenly she isn’t so gentle. She presses hot, open mouthed kisses onto your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, whatever skin she can access. Your arms circle her shoulders, and your hands weave into the snowy strands of her ponytail. When she gets this way, you always wonder whether she’s going to eat you, or, well, eat you.

Slender fingers fumble with the buttons of your jeans for a few seconds before she gets irritated, muttering a low curse before using those sharp, sharp nails to just rip the fabric. She lets out a noise of satisfaction when she hears the seams rip and you gasp. Without even thinking, you let your thighs spread, and she hums in approval.

“Good. Keep them like that, or else.”

“Or else, what?” You breathe, but the only reply you get is her fangs digging into your skin just slightly. You let out a breathy sigh, relishing each time her lips move against your skin, each time the tip of her fangs touch your skin, threatening, but never acting. (You’re unsure if she ever would bite you) (on certain evenings with her, you almost wish she would so you could spend your life with her)

“Please,” you murmur, and it seems that tonight, she is merciful, for her fingers move between your folds, a low chuckle coming from her throat.

“Excited, are we?” Arlecchino dons a wicked grin that only grows when she pushes said fingers into you, eliciting a cry of pleasure from you. She starts slowly, letting you adjust, but after only a few movements, your body is asking for more, hips twitching in an attempt to get her to hit that spot.

She does as you want her to, again, and again until each breath of yours comes out as a groan, a moan or a whimper. Your hands grip onto her suit like it’s a lifeline, your eyes are squeezed shut.

“I could bite you now,” she murmurs, clearly excited by even the thought of it. Clearly, you are too, by the sound you make and your heart beats faster. “I like you too much to do that, my plaything, but the thought is good, no?”

Each thrust of her fingers brings you closer and she’s very, very aware of that. You are, too. Your hips are essentially riding her fingers at this point, and she lets you. “I have heard that blood tastes the best when one orgasms. Should we try? I think yours would taste the sweetest.”

Those words alone seem to send you over the edge, because with a final whine, your breath stops for a second and you see stars. “Fuck—“ your swearing is so loud that it echoes the room, and Arlecchino knows that for as long as she exists, she will remember the sound of it, even after you are long gone (unless she can gather the courage to turn you one day. She can’t fathom the idea that she turns you and one day you despise her, that she’ll have to walk around with that knowledge).

Sliding her fingers out of you with a slick pop, her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before resting her fingers on her tongue. She moans at the taste of it, she believes it’s better than any blood she could ever taste. Arlecchino used to tell herself that she’d get what she wanted and leave you for the rest of the night, but these days, she’s been staying much longer than she should be. So, when you end up talking asleep on her, she lets you, even choosing to stroke your hair and trace circles against the pulse point in your neck with one hand, her other now holding the wine glass again. She thinks absentmindedly for a long time, swirling the wine in her glass.

By the time you awaken, you’re in your bed, blankets tucked around your body, the apartment’s heating on medium, and her lipstick marking the pulse points of your wrist and your neck.

[kidicaruslover911]

Omg yes pleaaaaase make a part two of the lesbian vampire knight!!! Its three of my favorite things combined into one person and I absolutely loved it 😭😭😭

vampire knight!arlecchino alternative universe headcanons pt.2

first part can be found here!!

tw: ok…definitely yandere🙂‍↕️!! WLW, nsfw, g!p arlecchino, finger sucking, uhhhh blood drinking, gaslighting, guilt tripping, breeding kink…toxic yuri if you squint, maids being bitches, reader turns into a vamp ayyy, arle really fucking ‘loves’ the reader i suppose…

a/n: kept listening to the slowed version of sour switchblade by elita for this one cuz that’s the vibe vampire knight arlecchino is giving me

not the biggest fan of how this turned out but i tried i guess… now walk with me.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has you leaning against her in your shared bath, pressing tender kisses to your temple while playing with the delicate locks of your hair, warm and steaming water clashing with the undead’s skin but you even now that you’ve come down from your high, you don’t mind. it actually almost feels natural.

vampire knight!arlecchino who whispers to you about her past sinful life, reason as to why she has found herself walking this earth again, but this time as a literal cold blooded one.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you about how she had served another crystal like empress a very long time ago, not exactly as cold as she was reputed to be, wise and fair…how she was chosen and given the title of ‘the knave’ as the fourth strongest out of eleven harbingers who served a ‘better cause’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has your heart tied up in knots when you find out about the people she has left behind with her death, people who she failed to protect, the ones she loved and cared for so deeply: her children.

vampire knight!arlecchino who becomes more than just your knight, without her you’re practically lost now. she’s you’re voice of reason now, the one who knows what’s best for you, of course you know that..

vampire knight!arlecchino who has to make you understand that she cannot go through another loss like this again, which is why she has to remove all these people that keep standing between the two of you, people who obviously do not have the best interest for you, not like she does.

vampire knight!arlecchino who, the more the months pass, the more she has you questioning your own mortality and who you start being afraid to die before…a sacrifice you’re seriously considering to make for her, because you do care about her after all, right? you do want to stay…you do want her to stay by your side and you don’t actually want her leaving you…you won’t have her leave you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who slowly has you loosing a grip on time with how isolated yet purposefully entertained she keeps you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who the maids have no choice but to obey to, the letters you send to your parents being blocked unbeknownst to you and the vampire never seems to directly answers your questions regarding them.

vampire knight!arlecchino who despite her forceful affection for you, wants to leave the choice of turning you to you and yourself only, as long as you’re not taking too long to pick a side; one thing she won’t have happening is your own death…so choose wisely.

vampire knight!arlecchino who plants kisses to your wrist with no prior warning to fluster you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tries not to creep you out with the fact that she really, really really loves your taste on her tongue..

vampire knight!arlecchino who shapeshifts into a cute bat whenever she’s feeling playful.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has the entire staff gossiping and buzzing profusely the morning after your lovemaking and shuts it down with one glare the moment she steps foot within their vicinity.

vampire knight!arlecchino for whom you order the maids to remove all the garlic and religious symbols they had purposefully placed all around in your castle after hearing the deceased gardeners (truthful) claims.

vampire knight!arlecchino who believes to understand that your wish to be turned by her was simply something you had said in the heat of the moment during your passionate night…but she stays stoic.

vampire knight!arlecchino who simply stares at you for a while when you ask her to help you with your silver chain, her slim lips shortly morphing into a smile as she surpresses the urge to hiss and let the item fall at the burning sensation, hiding the scorching marks ever so adequately before they’re all healed up seconds later.

vampire knight!arlecchino who uses every opportunity to taste you once more, your blood; you accidentally scraped yourself? the small wound is already graced by her tongue (with your consent), glistening with spit and eager to have at the tiny amount of wine like fluid. you’re just so irresistible, she can’t help it :((

vampire knight!arlecchino for whom you still need some time to let the realization set in, even after she had already tasted you shortly on multiple occasions, officially offering yourself to her as a source of proper energy isn’t an easy choice; she doesn’t expect anything from you in that regard though.

vampire knight!arlecchino who sneaks in moments to somehow get a small sample of your blood on a daily basis and has to beg her ancestors not to leap at you the moment you suck on a nick she has gotten herself on her finger; the fleeting, metallic yet still puzzling taste of your knight’s cerise fluid gracing your tongue.

vampire knight!arlecchino who didn’t expect to feel so intimate and taken aback by the whole situation and who has to avert her watchful gaze from the sight to compose herself, although the feeling of your barely hesitating and humid muscle sucking at her index does not facilitate her resolution.

vampire knight!arlecchino who only truly rests because you request her to. her kind does not benefit from sleep at night, but again, your wishes are her command.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you soon notice to enter a deathlike sleep when you ask her to actually rest with you and who sometimes actually sleeps in! of course never forgetting to keep a light and caring arm around your waist, light enough for you to feel somewhat at peace and to be caressed to sleep, but still undeniably firm enough for her to be alert as soon as you do as much as to flutter your eyes open.

vampire knight!arlecchino who actually decides to rest whenever she senses that you are laying in deep thoughts, pondering more and more about a life with arlecchino, forever but as a cold blooded one…even if clouded with insecurity, you’re sure the loving feeling towards her is there. you must love her, it is true.

vampire knight!arlecchino who the maids swear has cast some sort of evil spell on you, you’re glowing and that more than ever since she’s been the one taking care of you, even with the many torments that she had you live through and that without any of your knowledge.

vampire knight!arlecchino who confesses to you about her true name, peruere snezhevna, and the many people she murdered including the person who was supposed to be her own mother.

vampire knight!arlecchino who becomes hyper sensitive to your emotions and doesn’t understand the barely sensible yet still present uneasiness whenever you try to talk to her about engaging with the outside world again…your parents-

vampire knight!arlecchino who wants you to stop worrying about things that do not deserve your attention, she’s here, isn’t she? she takes care of you, of everything else and yet you’re still thinking too deeply…

vampire knight!arlecchino who goes on nightly strolls with you, you said you wanted fresh air remember? there it is, right with her, never forgetting to stay close by your side.

vampire knight!arlecchino who guilt trips you when she also confesses (more like you simply piece the events together) about the murder of your past lover, the gardener, the lord you were supposed to marry and doesn’t understand why you’re so unhappy with the lords death specifically…

vampire knight!arlecchino who thought that you’d be happy to have the man dead either way and guilt trips you even more by reminding you who it is that keeps you safe and away from any harm; from all these men. can’t you see?

vampire knight!arlecchino absolutely who despises men.

vampire knight!arlecchino who thinks that in the worst case scenario you’ll grow to love her either way, that is if it should ever get to a point where she forcefully has to transform you in order to keep you alive.

vampire knight!arlecchino who could never truly hurt you, somebody else will have to pay for your wrongdoings, always. you’re too precious to suffer, after all…

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s secretly waiting for you to ask her to turn you, seriously this time…only then will she have ‘no issue’ to let you see your parents again, friends and other family members, they’ll all die before you either way…as for any suitors that you might still have…which you do because of the letters you receive from them but your knight won’t let you read them either way; they’ll be taken care of as well :))

vampire knight!arlecchino who loves to rest her head on, or between your thighs, be it you sitting with her arms wrapped around your waist, your own hands scratching through her hair and herself nuzzling her nose deeper into your lower stomach…it’s where your womb lies. it is still warm and fruitful, something that it won’t be anymore once you’ll have decided about your very restricted fate. at least the feeling of abundance won’t leave.

vampire knight!arlecchino who keeps telling you that she is yours so you don’t forget, because she means it. and you slowly yet surely start to reciprocate that same rhetoric too. the two of you were meant to be, of course you were <33

vampire knight!arlecchino who doesn’t even mind the fact that you quite literally won’t be the only source of physical warmth for her anymore, who’s convinced she’ll feel your heat even when your body will stop being animate.

vampire knight!arlecchino for whom you get small and harmless injuries more frequently to have her taste you some more; you’re still not completely ready to have her sink her fangs into you and this is the most you can do.

vampire knight!arlecchino who doesn’t want you to purposely hurt yourself for her to eat and does end up scolding and bandaging you up most of the times.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you find out is actually fond of music and is nonetheless a great dancer.

vampire knight!arlecchino who unbeknownst to you is preparing you to face your parents again, you’ve been invited to a ball that she will let you attend it with her company of course, as it is literally her job after all.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you thought had been so cruel as to have killed your parents, but who ended up simply ‘moving them away’ and not ‘out of the way’, they left for a longer trip to another nation, and now you’re being invited there at the request of another lord who has taken interest in you. perfect!

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s only reason to allow and accompany you on this trip is to take care of that fellow suitor. and of course, to show your parents that you’ve never been doing better.

vampire knight!arlecchino who helps you apply tint onto your lips and can’t help but ruin it later on the same day, always ending up with her having you either pinned up against a corner of a couloir or soliciting a makeout session right before you bathe.

vampire knight!arlecchino who leads your steps and teaches you how to dance like a proper lady, although she likes to see the informal version of you the most.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s dumbfounded when you actually start to ask her, to understand and try to learn about the life as a vampire, it surely isn’t just out of pure curiosity and it has her hollow stomach fill with something sparkling unfamiliar, something forgotten yet absolutely wanted. she wants the feeling to stay and after all this wait and patience, it seems that you finally do want to remain with her as well.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you that the final bite might either be extremely painful and traumatic if done for the wrong reasons, or the most euphoric moment you’ll feel in this short lifetime, which is why even if you do want this, she wants to make sure you’re ready. although she remains impatient, she’s a professional at showing nothing of the sort.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t stop thinking about you actually becoming one with her for the rest of eternity, and who can’t stop touching herself to the picture of you sucking on her finger, tasting her, even when you thought nothing of it, gods…and when your eyes raised to meet with her own sharp yet adoring gaze…she should’ve claimed you right there.

vampire knight!arlecchino you tell after almost a year that you’re ready, you want to die while you’re still young, beautiful and desirable; you want her to turn you into an eternal being and you also want to die for the sake of love and prove your loyalty, just like she already has over and over again.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you that young or old, she’ll always love you the same because to her it doesn’t make any difference, alright? she’d be lying if she said that she isn't still somewhat relieved you’re considering to make clear choices at once and that she does not need to make things uncomfortable for you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who double- no, triple, quadruple checks whether you’re sure this is what you want and who’s confused yet still delighted when you allow yourself to descend upon her lap to claim your seat and straddle her, the back of your fingers trailing along her cheek until they find a home to cup them completely, noses touching and mostly your own warm breath fanning against her lips…something that won’t be a thing anymore once your transformation will be fulfilled.

vampire knight!arlecchino who soon understands that you want her to turn you during a pleasurable moment, you’re nervous and want to have some sort of control over the situation before it happens…and who is she to deny your wishes?

vampire knight!arlecchino who at first finds herself exchanging delicate and chaste kisses with you, which leave pleasurable sparks within their wake; and tonight you’re bold, seeking to deepen the connection as you press your body flush against her, arms wrapped behind her neck, feeling each others heaving and shaky breaths fan against each other, soon filling the room with a lively heart thudding against nothing in return; but the vampire’s gasps and equally fervent response of desperate grabbing and shameless licking helps you melt into her and try to relax.

vampire knight!arlecchino who one would have to actually crucify to keep her hands on one place from your entire being, fresh hands tracing and caressing the contrastingly plump and scorching flesh of your ass in return to your needy advances; and those same experienced hands slip underneath the fabric that kept her away from feeling you properly, only to grab and knead higher along the sides of your waist, having you gasp into her mouth for a mere second before she leans away to tend to your clavicle and let her tongue glide, traveling up to the crook of your neck and leaving a refreshingly sinful sensation.

vampire knight!arlecchino who experimentally licks, peppers kisses and lightly prepares you, specifically around your neck in order to leave her mark on you; reddish and slightly purple flowers who’s petals have left their imprint on you. her teeth but not yet her fangs.

vampire knight!arlecchino who soon finds herself barely trembling, you don’t outright notice it yet, but the slightly shaky and uneven when she feels your tongue press against her own with unrestrained eagerness, continuing to keep her intoxicated and drunk on the slowly yet very noticeable throbbing of your warmth against her and the whines they keep on eliciting.

vampire knight!arlecchino who pulls you in close by the shoulders while hoisting you up higher on her lap to have you feel the effect you have on her; her cock, fighting against the restraints of her undergarments and bulging up to your core just for you. it has you freezing up for a short instant, “i hope you can understand my little comrades eagerness, my dearest…i simply can’t help it” and it’s not as if you’re making this any easier for her,

vampire knight!arlecchino who cups your face in her cold hands, thumbs rubbing across your cheeks as she obverses your goddess like features when you tell her that you truly want this, you’re sure and you don’t want to have her waiting for you anymore.

vampire knight!arlecchino who after having you grind down onto her pathetically hardened dick, has a damp spot making itself known fairly quickly down your underwear and you’re getting impatient, both hurrying to rid yourself of your layers of clothing and the vampire almost instantly attacks your breasts and stomach to nibble, bite and quench herself onto a view she had missed; your supple and delectably sweet body…it is clear to her that this truly is what she wants to keep for herself and her eyes only… and that for the rest of her days.

vampire knight!arlecchino who wants to worship you, make you feel brand new, and that for the rest of eternity. to her, it had been her only job from the moment she saw you, truly…even if you still somewhat fail to realize that.

vampire knight!arlecchino who takes her time to kiss, adore and worship your mortal body once more, from your forehead to your ankles, before the both of you are left to fill the room with the slapping of skin, your own sweaty thighs colliding with her frosty ones as you get to lower yourself onto her dick repeatedly, at first slowly letting your walls adjust and expand to its size, now having her fat cock pumping in and out of you deeply and relentlessly, the undeniable scent of your arousal clouding the air; and you love it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t get enough of your sweet pleas, she’s already yours and only now, when she has you working towards your peak do you beg her to make you hers, her claws already leaving their imprints on your innocent skin, heavy tip pushing against that one gummy spot that has you wailing her name in hurried desperation, not arlecchino…her true name; ‘peruere’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who feels that you’re getting close already, firm hands gripping onto her back for dear life and you barely notice your nails drawing tiny moon crescents, actual blood from the vampire’s skin, until you bring them back to caress her face and the woman is hypnotized, overwhelmed actually.

vampire knight!arlecchino who immediately welcomes a first middle finger you push into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing it as she keeps pounding into your hungry hole, she still has you bouncing on her lap and your slick is dripping down onto the sheets by now, a sole creamy ring forming around the base of her cock as proof for your affection for her. the one you share for one another.

vampire knight!arlecchino who slightly mocks you, “everyone is going to hear you, dear” she chuckles into your ear, not like you care, you’re far too drunk on the electric feeling for you to start feeling ashamed now.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can sense that you’re close and who you barely notice rolling you over to have you on your back for her, she makes quick work to put a pillow underneath your lower back, folding over her shoulders all while keeping herself burried inside of you before drilling her beautiful cock back into your leaking mess again; and this time she’s dead honest, your broken pitched cries driving her to go harder, deeper to touch your cervix and kiss it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who presses her forehead against yours, whispering, vowing things you’re not sure to catch and waiting for you to cum, you’re on the brink of tears once again but she couldn’t care less, the snap of her hips and the force she uses is simply unshakable. “my love, i think about you all the time…about us…” and don’t worry, the very apparent bulge in your lower stomach hasn’t gone unnoticed by the undead one, and maybe she does want to put a baby in you…too risky, but you’d love that, wouldn’t you? her hand lingers right above where your womb rests and she presses down on it, making you squirm so shamelessly; you’re too close.

“i know you’re about to come…you can do that for me, can’t you? my sweet, oh so sweet lady…because i’m about to come for you my dearest, shit-“ she’s lost in rambles, sharing one last feverish kiss with you and as soon as vampire knight!arlecchino feels your core tense at the intensity of holding back your inevitable climax, and you can’t suppress a scream when you finally come simultaneously giving her the opportunity to sink her fangs into your neck with ease without having your full attention on them, your high hitting you like a blur, and making you her eternal mate at once, something that cannot be undone and you’re thankful for it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who holds onto your being tighter than ever before because you are dying, yes, but there is a rebirth taking place as well, she can’t allow herself to slip up.

vampire knight!arlecchino who actually gets to drink and drink such a large quantity of your blood for the first time ever and urges you to lick on the blood left on the crescent of your nails, which even in your drugged like state, you obey. it is her own metallic fluid, and in order for you to fully turn, you need some of hers in your system, it doesn’t really matter how it’s done.

vampire knight!arlecchino who cums hot white ropes onto your thighs and changed her mind about painting your insides white at the very last minute just because….it might be a lot all at once <33 and she still has your parents to meet once again so right now might just not be the most perfect timing.

vampire knight!arlecchino who cradles you in her arms after the deed has been fulfilled and has you feeling as if your brain had been fried yet still regenerated and emptied of all useless thoughts, useless feelings such as fear or doubt, you fully trust your one and only after all now, no?

vampire knight!arlecchino who fears that she was awfully wrong about doubting your own resolve and judgement, and who’s also ecstatic to see that her bite had one effect of ecstasy and not the latter she had mentioned before.

vampire knight!arlecchino who lays there with you for as long as you need, of course one does not turn with one snap of the fingers, and it is only when you notice that your own heart hasn’t been beating anymore for quite some time now and how your knights tight embrace doesn’t seem all that lifeless and freezing anymore that it hits you…. and now you’re also awfully hungry which is something that you have always wondered how you’d be handling that, and of course, arlecchino told you that she’d be ‘taking care of everything’. you’re officially tied to her now.

vampire knight!arlecchino who prefers to ease you into the vital vamp thingies little by little but do not fear when it comes to the food!…the staff is here for a reason after all. ”the maids are here to accommodate your every wish and need, my dearest one” always remember that. and luckily enough, some of them have been gossiping, judging, chattering and spreading their opinions very obnoxiously about you and your ‘whore like ways’ regarding your relationship with your knight, unbecoming of such a fair lady such as yourself, right? good thing that in the end, the maidens always taste sweeter, no matter how foul rotten their souls remain.

bonus: vampire knight!arlecchino who’s definitely going to miss you being on your period :(

a/n: yeah there’s definitely going to be a part 3 with a ball to this and I hope I did right by you dear anon idk why i went so far south tbh.

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[wh1msic4lwasab1]

“Time for Dessert?”

synopsis: sfw+nsfw headcannons for eimiko x fem reader! (poly)

tags: aphrodisiacs, hot spring sex, scissoring, marking, praise, vulgar, fingering, explicit,

wrd cnt: 0.7k

a/n: god i love women …. also a repost from old acc

sfw~

1. ) On lazy afternoons, Ei and Yae team up to prepare a special tea blend that perfectly complements their unique personalities, and naturally their sweetheart will be the judge. Ei's playful nature mixes with Miko's elegance, resulting in a brew that always warms your heart and you truly can never pick which tea is better, so you always finish both.

2. ) We all know Ei is a little... culinarily challenged. But that doesn't stop you and Miko from trying to teach her the basics, it'll be hard to even convince her to step into a kitchen but with a few shoulder massages and kisses on the cheek she can't refuse her girls. Often times the end will result in two plates of food, and then one plate of….well you wouldn't call it food but you could be brave enough to take a bite while watching Ei's anticipating eyes wait for your reaction. Practice is sure to make some progress.

3. You quickly find that Yae is quite the prankster, you and Ei are usually the victims of her shenanigans but sometimes you two team up on her. One of your greatest hits were when you both convinced her to take a bite of some sweets Ei had bought from a local shop. You handed Yae the plate of a suspicious looking pudding, almost clear in color but doused in a sugary syrup. As she tries to cut into it- the "dessert" pops open and spill all over her lap, good thing it was only just a little hydro slime.

nsfw~

1. Yae and Ei quite knowledgeable, and you're happy to fulfill their requests. They'd send you on little trips to obtain certain commodities, but they'd only tell you what it's for when you come back. A very likely occurrence that happens, is Yae will go send you to bring her some novelty chocolates with pomegranate, lavender and gingko oil, and dozens of other aphrodisiacs. Except….you wouldn't really know they were such things, not until you're practically begging them to fuck you. Not until you're riding Yae's fingers, while Ei licks the chocolate off your fingers and the corners of your mouth.

2.) You can't tell me these two don't treat you like an absolute princess, and fuel your praise kink- Sex with Ei and Miko is never quiet, they'll always be whispering sweet nothings into your ear, caressing every inch of your body and praising you for being such a good girl for them…and good girls get rewards.

3.) Imagine taking a bath with the two of them, the hot springs are always you threes favorite place to relax. Ei will have a spring prepared with flower petals and rose water ready for you and Miko. You'll all sit in the bath, barely inches away from each other.

You can feel Ei's hand trailing up your thigh, as Miko's chest is pressed up again your shoulder.

The water, making it so easy for Ei to lift up your leg and put it over hers. Even easier for her to slip her fingers along your folds, the warm water feeling almost cold when your entire body is heating up from her rubbing your sensitive- puffy, clit. All while Miko rubs your hard nipples between her fingers, rolling them between her digits and tugging them slightly while her lips leave pink and purple marks across your neck. Yae is almost shocked, feeling your fingers enter her cunt, you didn't wish to leave her out, not one bit.

"Such a sweet girl, feels so good darling..." Yae will whisper into your ear, before moving your face towards her, slipping her tongue into your mouth while your fingers curl into her.

Ei, making your legs almost shake from how hard her fingers curl up into you.

"How is this, hm? Do you like it when I do this? Tell me how much you love it." Ei says, moving her body to cross into yours. Her pussy now rubbing itself onto yours, as you feel her folds slide against your clit, her tongue now tracing around your hard nipples before sucking until you can't hold back your whimpers.

You watch as Yae starts to share her tongue with Ei, all while you try to keep yourself from finishing so quickly, but that's inevitable.

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

[trendywaifus]

WEEK THREE

↳ double trouble

two masters competing and arguing at each other as they fuck you.

transfem! jingliu & skirk x fem! reader

cw: overstimulation, pwp, double penetration, unprotected sex, mind dumbfication, slight blowjob, slight handjob, creampie, size kink

“ who are you to make an assumption about the way i carry myself, blade fodder? “ jingliu growls through gritted teeth, firmly gripping your hair while your lips are wrapped around her cock, sucking her off. skirk rolls her eyes, calmly crossing her arms as your free hand strokes her. “ blade fodder? how laughable. and why so quick to anger? it was merely just an assumption. but, purposely handicapping yourself while waving your sword around seems rather foolish, don’t you think? “ she speaks with a mocking tone, “ hiding behind a mere veil is weak. regardless of whatever trauma you’ve faced in the past, trying to actively avoid it by walking forward blindly is for cowards. “

jingliu spits, “ i should kill you where you stand for that, you—“

“ and hurt the girl in the process? you wouldn’t to do that, no? besides, we agreed on a bet. we’ll fuck her and have her decide who’s better at giving her pleasure. whoever she feel satisfied her the best, is simply better. “ skirk reasons, casting the taller woman a small smirk. jingliu huffs in annoyance, trying her best to not react as your warm tongue brushes against a vein.

jingliu lightly pulls you away and lets go of your hair. “ on your feet, dear. “ she orders softly, in contrast to the aggression she expressed towards skirk a few moments ago. she takes off her blindfold and places it over your eyes, firmly tying the loose ends into a knot. “ wait, why am i—“

“ for the sake of the bet. that’s all you need to know.”(just to avoid bias!)

after a few sounds of shuffling, one of the women lifts you up into her arms with ease, you yelp, hurriedly encircling your legs around her waist. she lines herself with your weeping entrance and slowly sinks you down on her length. you emit a broken moan as she stuffs you full. she grunts as your pussy clenches around her. hands shifts down to the fat of your ass, what felt like claws, slightly digs into your skin.

she holds you steady and snaps her hips forward, spearing you open with her fat cock. “ bounce. “ she whispers lowly in your ear, and you do as you’re told. as she fucks into you with slow, powerful thrusts, you grip her shoulders, trying your best to be in sync with her. due to her sturdy hips, you failed pathetically. the woman sighs in disappointment but says nothing. she speeds up a bit and repeatedly grazing the spongy patches of your walls. “ just like that please. .” you moaned, filthy sounds of squelching fills the air as your slick runs down her shaft and dribbles down onto the floor in thick globs.

her rhythm was so steady and powerful, it was addictive. it made your pussy ache for more no matter how much she stretches you out over and over again. “ more, more. . “ you whined, drool tickling down your chin, already cock–dumb. her breath hitches when she feels your cunt clamp around her again. just for a second, her pace falters before she swiftly recovers and keeps going at her previous pace.

“ what are you doing, you impatient fool? i’m not done with her yet, wait your turn. “ the woman grumbles as another body presses up against your back. “ don’t you hear her begging for more, you bottom dweller? “ the breathy voice, who you now know is jingliu, barks. skirk, who’s currently fucking you, scoffs, grinding her cock into your cunt. “ hmm, i wonder why she’s begging for more, you poor, miserable mortal. you should of kept that blindfold on. “

“ i’m just itching to strike you down with my blade once all of this is over. “ jingliu says harshly, pushing her long length inside your occupied pussy, stretching you out even more than you’d imagine. you mewled loudly, on the verge of squirting everywhere. “ isn’t this a pleasant surprise? she can take two at once. “ skirk mumbles with amusement, fucking you in her own pace while jingliu’s is aimed and fast. “ and yet, she can take mine better. “ jingliu remarks, snarky.

“ simply perish, mortal. “

“ ah, if only it was that easy, you abomination.”

“ extremely ironic coming from you. “

god, you were so out of it. you have two women at each other’s throats while they fucked you dumb. you could tell skirk was getting increasingly frustrated as her thrusts became fast and unforgiving. cacophony of moans spills from your lips, the overwhelming tension in your belly proved unbearable when jingliu matches with skirk’s speed and intensity. your eyes rolls to your back of your head as you violently squirted all over their cocks and made a mess on the floor.

“ how messy. “ skirks comments, not showing signs of slowing down as she’s too busy competing with the opposing swordmaster. “ just like your sorry excuse of an apprentice. “ the sword master hisses, chest panting heavily from your pussy greedily swallowing her cock. “ is your apprentice just as arrogant and weak like you are? did you teach that boy your techniques with a blindfold over your eyes too?” skirk questions sharply, glaring up at the taller woman in front of her.

due to overstimulation, their voices became a blur. after a few minutes of back and forth, jingliu was the first to finish inside you. she continues to fuck your gushing hole despite thick loads of cum flowing out of you. not long after, skirk releases as well and refused to pull out until she was sure completely she was milked dry.

“ now, tell us who was better. choose wisely. “ jingliu whispers in your ear, sounding almost impatient. after a moment without a response, skirk and jingliu was quick to notice how boneless your body felt against theirs. skirk sighs, realizing you passed out. “ it seems like we were too busy arguing, we forgot about this one. “

well, once you wake up, you’ll give them an answer and this time, they’ll focus more on you.

[weird-grapejuice]

HOT WOMEN ALERT❗️❗️❗️

JUST LOOK AT THEM ⬆️⬆️⬆️ (if only they had a bit of melanin…)

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#137 Aaay el amoorz~

Xilonen*kissing the top of her wife and her daughter* I’m heading out, I love you

Nepecha*Eating her huevos rancheros,her tail wagging*I love you too mami!

Wife!Y/n*with a mouthful of chorizo* M’kay~

Xilonen: …

Xilonen: I love you~

Wife!Y/n*takes another bite* I heard ya~

Xilonen*takes the toast out of her hand and walks away*

Wife!Y/n: Mmph!

Xilonen: Now we can both spend the day empty and unhappy...

Wife!Y/n*hurrying after her* I was kidding! I love you! Xi!

*Crying into a pillow*TOMAME,EMBARAZAME Y NO ME ABANDONES XILONEN-

[r0-boat]

Arlecchino x reader Domestic life

Cw: smut, breeding, talks about kids, domestic.

Trying to write about someone else but she keeps popping in my mind GGRRH

Tldr: becoming Arlecchino's housewife

Arlecchino has a breeding kink. She loves working at that orphanage and she loves all her children with all her heart seeing you playing the cute housewife role if, she can't help but have those feelings be stared inside of her again.

However, you'll be damn mistaking if you think you'll be the one breeding her. No, she's going to be the one breeding you. Fuck you so hard that you'll feel like you'll be 9 months pregnant when she's done with you. It's natural for you since you get along with all her children so well so you must want more of her kids right?

She is the Husband. You are the housewife. She wants to get home covered in blood from her Fatui work. She wants to walk into that orphanage to see you in a frilly pink apron cooking the children's meals for her to wrap your arms around you, her nails delicately dancing across your skin. Her body pressed up against you. This woman who brutally kills anyone she does not like who will stand up against an archon practically threatening them with blackmail, to relax with her arms around you and to treat you so softly.

Arlecchino would spoil you to, after getting something for the kids and supplies for the orphanage; who wouldn't want to spoil the mother of her children? Anything you want just say the word.

The children adore you. They will murder for you if you are ever in danger; your kidnappers will have to sleep with both eyes open. The wrath of your husband and your hundreds of children will be brought upon them.

[wanderingconstellations]

[char] who's a high end model on the runway, and [name] being a high-end designer for [char]. They keep a professional relationship on camera, but behind the lens, their relationship can be seen to be much personal than everyone thinks..

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