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#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴
megistusdiary · 2 days
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thinking about professor!signora and TA!arle sharing you 😓
(consider this happens once you're not in her class anymore)
(suggestive themes utc - tw age gap/power imbalance)
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you're an undergraduate student in professor lohefalter's class, and arlecchino is the TA.
you get pretty close with them over the semester, and they mention to you that every summer they take a group of students to italy for research, and they'd be delighted for you to come along.
what a coincidence the trip takes place right after you're technically not a student of professor lohefalter's anymore, nor is arlechino tutoring you now.
and, even stranger is that the "group" of students has dwindled down to just you. oh, and your luggage somehow gets "lost" on the way. luckily, your generous professor has no problem buying you a whole new wardrobe of the most fashionable clothes there!
too bad most of them are so short that every time you lean over, everything is exposed :(
she reassures you these were all the hottest items back when she was your age, and promises you look perfect dolled up like this.
and don't worry! rosalyne is happy to take you to get waxed so you don't have to worry about any stray hairs in your new little bikinis. isn't she the best?
ah, and your accommodations surprise you the most. turns out it's your professor's lavish family vacation home you'll be staying in. both women watch you gush over the home, eagerly looking around and marveling at the spacious interior.
they think you're adorable, and of course, you find them both more attractive out of school clothes and in something a little more casual.
obviously, rosalyne could see the way you eyed both of them all semester, the way your thighs would clench beneath the desk where you thought she couldn't see.
arlecchino knew you would purposefully pretend not to understand things as an excuse to see her. why else would you chase after a grad student with a good few years over you? though, she would entertain the notion, knowing full well you were just an attention seeking little thing.
both of them are more than happy to play around with you. over the trip, you don't really end up doing much research. instead, you spend the next few weeks being their pretty little toy ♡
and they're not opposed to continuing to share you between themselves when you all return in the fall
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megistusdiary · 2 days
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a thought I just had, how would Arlecchino treat a S/O with the same curse as her? especially if she only found out about it because they had the gloves they usually wear off for once because thinking 'Oh I'm alone right now'
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i'm still slightly confused on the origins of the curse, tbh. i don't know if it's from experiments? or her bloodline? but uhh for the sake of romance, let's pray to the archons it is not hereditary 😬
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when you take the gloves off, and she sees the curse on your own hands, she feels her breath catch in her throat. whatever she was holding drops to her desk, and she sees you quickly moving to put your gloves back on.
"don't." she calls to you. "let me see." she rises from her desk, approaching you in the armchair you rest in. she takes your hand gently, palm facing up, her own fingers tracing over the lines in your skin.
you stay quiet, looking up at her.
"why didn't you tell me?" she questions you, lifting your chin with her other hand.
"does it matter?"
"we are the same. you don't have to feel shame in sharing this with me." she strokes your cheek and you look up with teary eyes.
"i'm sorry." you apologize, but she shushes you with a sweet, fleeting kiss.
"don't apologize. i only ask that you don't keep these things from me so i may help you. i understand. let me take care of you." she kisses your forehead, letting you rest against her, your glove dropping to the floor, forgotten.
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megistusdiary · 1 day
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can i interest you all in figure-skating coach!arlecchino?
(longer post utc. no smut, just fluff? - tw slight age gap and also idk specifics on figure skating, i just like the idea 😚)
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she's a well-known figure-skater, having gone to the olympics for snezhnaya for several years, each time bringing home the gold for her nation.
she's elegant in her movements yet calculated down to each singular motion to pull it all together in beautiful displays on ice. her outfits are always perfect down to the very threads sewn together.
the way she carries herself at conferences, on camera she's stoic but professional, and pretty enough to have both men and women at her feet when she performs.
that is until the incident.
a chronic back injury she's sustained from pushing her body too far. her coach was always relentless. even when she was miles ahead of her fellow competitors, her coach wanted more.
her coach demanded perfection from all her trainees, yet arlecchino was different. held on a pedestal for all to see.
but don't get it twisted. arlecchino herself would often be found practicing these challenging routines all alone at 3 in the morning. she would be exhausted, limbs aching, and relentless to achieve the cleanest routine.
that back injury changed her life. she disappeared for a few years from the skating world, leaving many of her fans in shock and fear.
luckily, for them, she returned soon after with an apprentice of her own. a younger man by the name of tartaglia with a rather charming theme to all his performances.
unlike arlecchino, he was bolder in his performances. a little sloppy, by her standards, but he made up for it in his flair. she could see even the judges swooning over him, the fans' attention now on him rather than her.
or so she had assumed.
she meets you when her old coach introduces the two of you. she's a good several years older than you, and you still carry that sweet, fresh-faced, joyful look on your face.
as you practice your routine for the both of them, her old coach leans over, suggesting arlecchino take you instead.
she snorts uncharacteristically at the suggestion, watching how your spins are slightly wobbly, the way you look just a tad too small on the ice. she wonders how in the world she could make you a star.
it isn't until she sees you perform with your music, with your passion, that she decides to train you.
she grows annoyed by how starkly different her old coach's methods have become. unlike when arlecchino trained, you clearly haven't been sculpted to perfection. she wonders how, at this point in your career, you wouldn't be there. though, she supposes your smile and demeanor make-up for some of your faults.
she trains you harder, scheduling extra lessons for you outside of your normal hours, watching you yawn and rub your eyes when she calls you in at midnight.
many of her students often leave, saying the pressure was too great. how she was too demanding. she never offered extra lessons, expecting people to bring her talent to work with in the first place.
so why did she give you extra attention?
why wouldn't she just let you leave?
no. she didn't want that... she wouldn't let that happen. she'd rather take extra time to not only make you competent, but a fierce competitor.s
she's even put you in ballet classes. even more remarkable is her own talent in ballet, which you can't help but admire.
the first time she ever finds herself looking at you closer than she imagined. she stands next to you, demonstrating stretches, her hand running up your spine to adjust your posture.
you exhale so softly, almost imperceptibly, but it makes her touch falter, landing just a little too tenderly at the base of your spine before she pulls away. she watches you the rest of the lesson, adjusting your legs and arms to the proper position, her hand trailing up to graze over your jaw.
she tilts your head upwards. "stop looking down." she comments, low and sultry, seeing you swallow thickly. "you're being trained by one of snezhnaya's most renowned figure skaters. act like it."
she gently squeezes your jaw before releasing you. "we're finished for the day." she leaves you panting, entirely embarrassed and internally screaming out.
unbeknownst to you, she sits in the car, staring at the hand she used to touch your jaw, a hardened look on her face. she clenches her hand, a soft blush appearing on her normally dull cheeks as she waits for you so you may both leave the ballet studio.
when you finally do perform at competitions, she finds herself growing much more vocal. oftentimes, she remains quiet, only cringing at her other students' stumbles and deductions.
but not with you.
your moves have become much more elegant, and everyone can see. the commentary surrounds how you seem to emulate the epitome of what your coach stood for herself, but in a much softer tone.
your performance leaves her enraptured, your routine completely clean, garnering you praise and showers of applause.
yet you leave the ice with only one person in mind, your hand brushing over hers when you walk past her to find your water bottle.
and, for the first time, she finds herself wanting more. even when you're sweaty under your glittering dress, hair a mess, makeup starting to smudge. she wants you. her perfect apprentice.
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megistusdiary · 3 days
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Hiiii!!! 🗡anon here and I've got another thirst for Arle.
OK OK so I need arlecchino x stay at home artist! reader, who when having sex, is embarrassed by her smaller tits, but arle LOVES them, and is determined to make sure reader knows not to get embarrassed by them.
thank youuuuuu♡
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small tits? this must be for me. also, i'm an advocate for arle just liking all women. not in the sense that she's not "picky," but in the sense that she'd much prefer your mind and good conversation ♡
(nsfw utc)
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she can sense something is wrong from the moment her hand slides up your shirt. her palm rests on your stomach, and she can see your discomfort when it inches up slowly.
"is something wrong?" she asks, seeing as you've averted your gaze.
"it's nothing." you brush her off, but just as she goes to lift your shirt, your hand catches her wrist. "can i just... keep this on?"
the question catches her off guard and she slides her hands away, cupping your cheek instead. "you don't want me to see you?"
"i don't want you to think i'm... not... pretty."
arlecchino's gaze softens as she rubs her thumb over your cheek. "why would i ever think that?"
you frown at her. "i don't exactly have... much on my chest. it's so flat." you answer quietly, and her eyes narrow.
"and?"
"'and?'" you repeat, exasperated. "and it's embarrassing!"
"you're beautiful as you are. i think they're perfect." she shakes her head at you. "let me see."
you hesitantly lift your shirt for her, and she helps you take it all the way off, admiring you as you lay bare beneath her. your hands instinctively come to cover your chest, but she pins your wrists down with one hand over your head.
"don't. let me look at you." she tuts, slowly lowering her head to kiss across your chest. "there's no need to feel shame over something so trivial. besides..." she kisses over your nipples, feeling you arch up into her. "they're so sensitive."
you whine at her, turning away shyly. "i just feel like i'm not good enough. wouldn't you prefer-" she shuts you up with a firm kiss, her tongue sliding over yours.
when she pulls away, you're left panting. "i won't have any more of that. be a good girl, and let me take care of you."
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megistusdiary · 5 hours
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hi hello!! this has probably been done before but,,
may i request nsfw of gentle transfem!arlecchino x fem!reader 👉👈
i just love her so much and need her to be gentle with me 😭
(also i may not be a regular anon, but may i be the 🦭 anon ,??)
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hey!! absolutely, the 🦭 is yours. sorry it took me so long to get through my inbox. i hope you see this
this turned out more arle centered whoops
(nsfw utc - tw transfem!arle)
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arlecchino, despite her more brutal nature, is always so gentle with you. she takes great care to ensure she files her nails, to not bite you too hard, to fuck you for your pleasure along with hers.
really, she doesn't even fuck you at all. with her, it's more like love making.
she takes her time with you, fingering you on her lap. she likes how your slick looks spread over her digits, she likes the way you get embarrassed when she sucks them clean, even more when she puts the spit-coated fingers on your tongue.
she eats you out like she's in love with your cunt, sucking your clit until you're seeing stars behind your eyelids. her tongue is so warm when it slides into you, teasing your sensitive walls to stretch open for her cock soon.
when she takes you, it's gentle. she eases you into the stretch, cupping your cheeks, kissing you despite wanting so badly to snap her hips into yours. she takes her time, making sure you're ready, shallowly thrusting her hips to let you adjust.
her hands slide to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips when she bucks her hips into you. she indulges in your pretty moans and cries of her name. she loves how you grip at the blankets when her tip nudges your g-spot. your pussy flutters around her cock, squeezing her so tightly that she nearly bruises your hips, even when she's trying to be gentle.
she kisses you deeply at times like these, making sure you can feel her love in every touch, every pass of her tongue over your lip, every thrust of her inside of you.
she loves you with her entire heart, truly.
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megistusdiary · 6 hours
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KITTY ARLE IS REAL
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arle nation, we've won
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megistusdiary · 3 days
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🎭anon back on her bs and i am THRIVING phantom arle please, show up in my mirror and drag me down to your home beneath the opera house pleaaaaase
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·:*¨༺ ♱𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈♱ ༻¨*:·
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phantom!arle x fem!reader
warnings: phantom of the opera!au, wlw content
do not ask me why there's no smut, i literally had no ideas where to go from here.
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the full-length mirror.
the one that sits in your dressing room, taunting you in the back of your mind when you dream. you often find yourself staring into it, your image staring back, though it feels like something else- someone else is watching you through your own eyes.
she watches, unbeknownst to you, as you dress for your show. she watches you tend to your hair, apply your makeup. there are very good mirrors elsewhere in the room, but it's almost like you're taunting her by only using this one.
tonight it's near silent, empty, save for you. your castmates had assumed you'd be out celebrating a successful debut, but you'd requested to be alone for the moment.
the bouquet brought by an old friend rests on your dressing table, your name on the card at the center. you smile softly as you reach for the card to read it once more when you feel a slight chill in the room.
the candles that were once lit blow out, one by one, until the room grows dark. you glance around, gasping softly when you see the only light in the room emanates from the mirror. you hear a soft voice, ringing in your ears as you spin around, trying to find the source.
and, suddenly, it's clear.
"my angel." her voice is low, carrying a melody but unmistakable irritation.
you turn to see her.
the phantom. staring right back at you, or so you believe, through her mask as she looks down at you.
"come to me, angel." she beckons you, a gloved hand extended as you feel your head going fuzzy.
in the back of your mind, you can hear someone calling out to you, the handle of your dressing room shaking, but you pay it no mind.
her face shifts at the sound of someone trying to "rescue" you, but at the sound of your sweet voice singing back to her, she can't help but soften.
you gingerly step forward, peering up at her with a curious gaze. you're so sweet, believing her to be your very own angel of music, just as you are hers.
"my angel of music, come to me." she hums to you, feeling your hand slide into hers through the mirror. "come."
she pulls you into the mirror with careful steps, her free hand cupping your cheek as you feel the world go dark, her arms swiftly cradling you to her chest as she begins to descend a set of stairs, the noises of whoever your "rescuer" was fading into nothing.
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megistusdiary · 6 hours
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here's a thirst for yelan's birthday: gifting her cute matching blue restraints (collar, handcuffs, gag, etc) to see her reaction and if she'd get flustered >:) bonus points if it's semi public (but hidden out of view)
-👻
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i am so sorry, happy belated birthday, yelan
(suggestive themes utc - tw sub!yelan)
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"what's all this?" yelan asks when you lift up a stack of prettily wrapped gift boxes. her head tilts as she takes the weight off your arms.
"for your birthday! i know i missed it because of my trip to fontaine, but i want you to know how important your birthday is to me." you smile at her and she returns the expression.
"you already got me this nice dinner." she reaches across the table to hold your hand. "and, besides, i've got you. that's a gift in itself." she cheekily responds, and you lightly swat her arm when she sets the boxes off to the side. "so, am i going to get to see why you didn't invite anyone else to my birthday dinner?" she asks, leaning down towards you.
"well, before that." you cough. "open the ones on top." you point to the ones with white bows. as she opens them, her smile brightens when she sees the gifts. a new blanket, a bottle of her favorite perfume, the lipstick she always wears, and a beautiful set of earrings.
and although she's most grateful, the other boxes are calling to her. she inches closer, tearing the wrapping paper off to reveal something that has her quickly covering the box.
"what- what in morax's name are you thinking?" she gasps, a blush blooming across her cheeks.
you smirk, leaning your head onto your palm cutely. "what? is the color off?"
she can't believe how nonchalant you are in a place like this!
"baby... you just wrapped up... handcuffs for my birthday." she whispers.
you scoff. "actually, i had them custom made to look like your bracelet. and the other... things are the same to match. you don't like them?"
she breathes heavily, looking down at the still wrapped items. "they're... for me?"
"who else is gonna look so cute all tied up on our bed later?" you mumble, nearly garnering the attention of another table.
she's as red as a tomato now, hiding the boxes back under the table and covering her face.
"let me see your face, birthday girl." you coo, making her look up at you. "come on, finish your food. i'm ready to play."
your giggle has her shivering, uncharacteristically following your orders like a good puppy on the leash you hold.
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megistusdiary · 12 hours
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no bc do you imagine sex w arle when shes in her boss form like yk what I mean right..
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already done here ♡
what do you want? MORE??? 🐺
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megistusdiary · 2 days
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wake up, cleruere nation
i showed bun my new blanket, and she said the cats are clervie and peruere. now i can't look at my blanket the same!!
what do you guys think?
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megistusdiary · 8 days
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hear me out trans!fem arle using a condom but accidentally breaking it 🤭 so she just goes with it anyway because we just feel too good
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for the sake of safe and consentual sex, let's say this all occurs after you've both already decided you're okay with pregnancy 😊
(nsfw utc)
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the grip she holds on your hips feels more like iron than muscle tonight. she's almost feral with it, snapping her hips into yours, driving you further into the mattress.
it's hard to say what's got her so frustrated, not that you have a brain to think too much on it now anyway.
she growls lowly to herself, how tight you feel, how you look so pretty for her. she can see indents in your skin from her nails, the evidence of your previous orgasms on the condom around her, the-
she hears a soft sound, quickly pulling out, much to your displeasure. "why'd you stop?" you whine at her, turning over your shoulder.
"sweetheart." she sighs, suddenly sounding gentle. "it broke." she tells you, prompting you to sit up.
she eyes you down, a silent question for you, to which you give her a silent answer.
you lay down onto your back, spreading your thighs for her again. "keep going, please." you beg her and she groans, fisting her cock. "please?"
you sound so sweet... the temptation was all too much.
she slides the broken condom off, lining up her cock with your pussy and sliding back into you, feeling you clench around her. your cheek turns to press against the blankets, grabbing at them desperately as she keeps fucking you.
"oh, please, please fill me up!" you cry for her and her head tips back, practically folding you into a mating press now as she pistons her hips harder.
your delirious little cries, the fluttering of your cunt around her, the feeling of your body under hers, it's just too much. her thumb slides to your clit, rubbing tight circles and urging you to cum around her just before she shoves herself as deep as she can, filling you up.
she shudders, leaning down over you and panting against your neck as you clutch at her biceps tightly.
"there's no going back now." she reminds you breathlessly.
"i... wouldn't want to." you reply tiredly, and she kisses your cheek sweetly, rolling you over to lay on her chest for now to rest.
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megistusdiary · 12 days
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i have a vision i need you guys to see.
2000s!arle who's looking to get some sleeve fillers. her bandmate, tartaglia, recommends her to try this new shop. he told her the artist is "insanely talented," so she figures, why not?
(longer post/nsfw utc - tw smaller reader, transfem arle mentions)
when she walks in, she sees you sitting on the counter, legs swinging as you greet her.
"hey, welcome in. what can i help you with?" she watches you hop down off the counter, now having to look down at you given your shorter stature.
you don't look like you have many tattoos at all, funny enough. doesn't look like you really belong in a place like this, but she thinks you're a pretty cute counter-girl.
"i'm looking to get some sleeve fillers, sweetheart." she leans down over you, a hand on the wall by your head.
"go figure." you snort and she's a little taken aback.
"you're a little fiesty thing, huh?" she asks and you tilt your head. she cuts you off, waving her hand. "anyways, i'm thinking of adding onto my sleeve." she rolls up her shirt, flexing her bicep for you.
"do you have anything specific you want?"
"i have some ideas." she shrugs, leaning back to her full height with a smug little grin. "so, there an artist back there?" she gestures to the back of the shop.
"actually-"
once again, she cuts you off. "my friend said-" she takes her phone out, flipping the lid open and showing tartaglia's message with the artist's name on it. "she works here. you know her?"
you blink at the phone being shoved in your face, but you laugh anyway. "oh, really? you're looking for her?"
"yeah, what about it? is she shitty or something?" she doesn't seem to notice your half-annoyed eyeroll.
"nothing. i'll go set you up in the room." you tug her along, grabbing the consent forms and other things she'll need to fill out. "here, fill these out." you sit her in the chair, handing her the clipboard.
"aw, won't you stay with me? i get nervous when the ink comes out." she sends you an almost sleazy grin.
"oh, i'd love to, but i can't." you feign a pout. "gotta go get the artist." you grin and escape the room quickly, leaving her to her own devices.
she fills the papers out easily, having done so before many times.
she hears the door click, seeing a taller woman covered in tattoos walking in and setting up. she collects the paperwork from arlecchino, checking through it.
"cool, the artist will be in shortly."
arlecchino tilts her head. "it's not you?"
the woman arched an eyebrow, shrugging, closing the door again and leaving arlecchino in silence.
she looks around the room, hearing the door click open after a few minutes. "finally-" she turns around to see-
you?
she stiffens in the chair. "you're joking, right?" she asks with a laugh.
"what's the problem?" you scoff, sitting down on the chair next to the tattoo bed. "you don't trust me?"
"you don't have a speck of ink anywhere on you. how exactly am i supposed to trust you?"
"your friend seemed to think i was 'insanely talented,' right? do you trust him?" you counter and she bites the inside of her cheek.
she stays quiet while you set up, showing her some of your designs, which she picks from to fill in her sleeve.
she sits still the entire time, feeling your gloved hand on her skin. you look small next to her, cute, she thinks, and-
"stop staring at me." you cut her thoughts off without even looking away from her arm.
"can't help it, sweetheart." she quickly covers and you sigh. she grins mischievously up at you.
you set your gun down, grabbing her jaw and tugging her up to meet your gaze. "don't call me that. watch your mouth." you suddenly snap, your cute little aura gone, replaced by something darker.
it only makes her breath hitch, feeling your fingers on her jaw. "oh, little kitty has claws." she taunts and you scoff, leaning in.
your lips graze the shell of her ear and she shivers. "don't talk to me that way, or i swear, i'll have you on your fucking knees begging me for forgiveness." you mutter.
she isn't sure if it's a real threat, but the change in your tone is enough to have her nodding regardless. her mind is filled with thoughts of you, riding her, a hand on her throat as you control the pace.
you see her hardening beneath her jeans and you arch an eyebrow. "you're pretty pathetic for a flirt." you snap.
and she swears she could cum right then and there from just your gaze.
too bad you go right back to tattooing with everything re-sterilized.
damn.
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megistusdiary · 4 days
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𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘' 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 ☄. *
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dom!transfem boss form arlecchino x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle, size kink (arle's boss form), cunnilingus, fingering, thighfucking, lowkey messy?
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arlecchino pins you down to the bed, her massive form looming over you, eyes shining bright red, betraying her rather neutral expression.
you feel small beneath her like this, held down with minimal effort from her as she stares down at you.
how you've even managed to convince her to fuck you in this form is a wonder.
already, it's a tight fit for her, considering she's normally taller than you. but like this? her hand splays across your neck, surrounding your throat easily. her hand practically can cup your entire face.
"please? i can take it." you beg her, trying to reach for the prominent bulge in her pants.
"no." she sighs, pinning you back down. "you're too fragile." she asserts, softening slightly at your genuine disappointment. "i will still take care of you." she promises.
"what about you?" comes your response and she shakes her head.
"you're still mine regardless. i'll just have to use you in other ways." there's a sadistic lilt behind her words that makes you shudder and nod so obediently.
she leans up, sliding your clothes off, leaving you bare before her. she runs a hand down your body, lifting your hips and using her thumbs to part your folds. it has you panting out of embarrassment, averting your gaze as she laves her tongue over your pussy.
and, oh, it felt different. she felt warmer, bigger than usual, her tongue leaving nothing untouched as it slides over your clit. you practically scream for her, arching up off the bed while she kneels for you alone, tongue shoving its way into your cunt.
she grunts when she realizes your size difference now, her tongue stretching you open wide enough that you're gasping and clawing at the bedsheets. she can feel you fluttering around her tongue, dripping so much slick for her she's almost flattered.
she uses a dangerously clawed thumb to rub your clit, urging you to cum for her, a hand pressing down on your abdomen when you squirm from the intensity.
you pant as you recover, staring down at her, watching her push her hair back away from her eyes. she eases herself up, freeing her painfully hard cock from its confines and the way your eyes go comically wide has her twitching.
"i told you. there's no possibility you can fit me." she pinches your clit, making you squeal as she collects the remnants of your orgasm, sliding them over her own cock.
it's much bigger than you're used to with her. it's longer, wider, and oozing thicker pre-cum that has your mouth watering.
she runs the tip through your folds, seeing you squirm from overstimulation. she sits down next to you, hoisting you up effortlessly, grinding your pussy on her cock, feeling you coat her in wetness.
you can hear the slick noises of skin on skin, your head falling to her shoulder while she uses you for her own pleasure.
"want you- want it so bad-" you mumble for her and she sighs.
"you'd break. i prefer my toys whole, and i'm not ready to part with you quite yet." she grumbles, grinding you harder onto her cock as you whimper with the friction on your clit.
once she feels you cum again, she picks you up, laying you back down on the bed, hovering over you. she tenderly pushes your thighs back, folding you into a mating press so she can slide her cock between your thighs, rutting against you while she coats your tummy with her pre-cum.
her thrusts grow rougher, the bed and your body shaking as she grunts, pushing your thighs together to fuck them faster.
when she cums, she coats your tummy, chest, and a bit of your face in thick white spurts. she heaves, still hard against your stomach. she scoops some of the release off your face and stomach, fingers trailing down your body sensually.
she gathers some of her cum, easing it into your hole while you squirm and cry for her. she makes sure to use fingers she has trimmed down, all so she can finger-fuck her cum into you.
"good girl. but we're not finished." she says, her cock twitching against you as you look up at her with a sweet little dazed expression.
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megistusdiary · 3 days
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Daddy kink with arle?? Oh heavens imagine her reaction when we whisper that title to her ear when she has a meeting :,) like riling her up and being a brat so she can discipline us later <3
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ahhh arle and daddy kink, yes yes.
(suggestive utc)
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it's times like these she regrets bringing you along to her meetings.
or, rather, she wishes there was no meeting at all, so her schedule would be free to correct your behavior.
instead, she's forced to endure a meeting with her underlings, teeth gritted as they all sit perfectly still, reading their reports in slightly shaky voices. she's annoyed, her fingers tapping on the table, and everyone in the room can see it.
they try not to look too long though, for fear she'd punish them for eyeing you; her beautiful wife.
you sit atop your dangerously handsome throne, occupying yourself by leaning your chin on her shoulder, whispering filthy things into her ears. she's absorbing practically nothing from this meeting, yet she refuses to indulge you, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
her hand around your waist grips you tighter, claws digging in when you giggle, wiggling your hips.
"come on, daddy. pay attention to me. aren't i much more fun than some boring meeting?" you ask her devilishly.
for the first time in the past hour, she turns to you, but her eyes are completely cold. "i told you to control yourself."
you shiver, continuing to poke the bear. "please, you're not even paying attention!" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "please, daddy?"
suddenly, her hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to effectively silence both you and the entire room.
"continue your presentation." she snaps at her underlings, seeing them scramble to pick up where they left off.
you clutch at her wrist, and she eases up slightly. "behave. you'll find i can be quite... cruel when provoked. i already have plans for this evening. you don't want to make it worse for yourself now, do you?"
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megistusdiary · 5 days
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hey aris…… do you think Arle would enjoy sucking titties.. 🤔
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100% yeah. she's a big fan of women
the way i just got this and am answering it now is crazy. (also i'm working on a good post idea i think, but no arle in it as of now </3)
(nsfw utc)
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also, just my own thoughts, but she doesn't care about the size. or maybe i'm just flat and delusional.
she loves laving her tongue over your nipples, watching them perk up under her attention. she'll graze her teeth over them just to see you jump.
she likes how sensitive you are when she teases your breasts, running her thumbs across them before her mouth descends upon them.
the way your breasts feel against her tongue has her intoxicated. she loves taking as much as she can into her mouth, one hand on your back, the other occupied with your pussy.
she's very much into marking you up, too. she loves leaving them all over your breasts, places you two can see, but nobody else can.
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megistusdiary · 17 days
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one of my arlecchino hcs that has been living in my mind rent free recently is arle with a prince albert (dick piercing).
honestly just imagine how fucking hot it would be when she penetrates you and the piercing constantly pushes against your cervix. or when you suck her off and your tongue touches the piercing. it makes sex with arlecchino all the more pleasurable for the both of you
- 🪦 leon
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okay, so i know i already answered the other ask, but i'm gonna do it again in a fic this time 🤭
but also consider arle with other piercings 😁
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arlecchino w/ a dick piercing
dom!transfem arle x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle, dick/tongue piercings, throatfucking, cunnilingus, penetration, dacryphilia, stomach bulge/ size kink, creampie
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she looks down at you from where she sits on her armchair, chin leaning on one of her palms. her thighs are spread, pants already unbuttoned, courtesy of you.
you kneel before her, looking up at her so sweetly, intently focused on the piercing at the tip of her dick. "why are you just staring?" her words snap you out of your trance. "go on." she takes herself by the base, lightly tapping the head on your lips. "open."
it's a one word command, and you follow it like the good girl you are for her. she slides the pierced tip across your tongue, letting you feel the metal as she purposefully teases both herself and you.
you lick at her, causing her to shudder and ease herself down your throat. she laughs dryly at your little choking noises, shushing you and putting her hand at the back of your head. she gently eases you down until your nose touches the soft gray patch of hair on her pelvis.
she watches your hands come up to grip her thighs uselessly, searching for something to hold to stick to reality. she gently pets your head, looking up at the ceiling as your throat constricts around her.
"good fucking girl." she grunts, shallowly fucking your throat while you tear up, trying not to gag. she reaches so deep, too deep, and she loves the way you claw at her pants uselessly.
little tears threaten to spill over and she looks down at you, her hair falling messily into her eyes. "you know i love it when you cry, don't you?" she sighs and you lean into her when her hand comes to wipe away the impending tears.
she moves your head for you, using your throat like her own personal toy, her soft groans increasing in volume the closer she gets.
but before she can cum, she pulls out of your throat, watching you cough, leaning your head onto her thigh as she gently rubs your back.
she fists her swollen cock tightly, not wanting to cum yet. "such a good girl for me, come here." she lifts your chin, tugging you up into her lap.
"trade places with me, okay, sweet girl?" she asks and you nod, taking her spot in her chair while she kneels before you.
she's still wearing her suit, but the way you're entirely exposed has her hardening even more in her own hand. you look so precious in her chair, too cute for your own good.
she spreads your thighs, smirking at the wetness dripping from your cunt as she collects it on her fingers, bringing it to her lips.
you whine, turning away from her shyly. "that's embarrassing." you complain and she laughs, sucking your slick off her fingers. she lets you get a good look at the piercing on her tongue, glinting in the light before her mouth closes again.
"nothing to be embarrassed about." she denies, yanking you closer so that you're half-laying on her chair. her tongue laps over your clit, causing your hips to jerk suddenly when you feel her piercing on your sensitive nerves.
"sorry-"
"don't be sorry. i like it when you're desperate, you're so shameless, go on, use me, sweet girl." she grins almost wickedly, feeling you lightly grind your hips on her tongue.
eventually, she gets tired of your lazy pace, gripping your hips and dragging you over her tongue faster, applying more pressure and running her tongue over the entirety of your cunt.
she lets you feel the piercing running through your folds, a strange but pleasurable sensation, no doubt.
she hears you squeal, gripping onto her chair so tightly, she worries you might rip holes into it. your head slams back into the chair with a soft thud when you cum on her tongue, mind hazy as you ride out your orgasm.
she leans up, kissing you with her lips still coated in your release, moaning at how readily you open your lips for her. such a good little slut, aren't you?
she picks you up, pulling you instead into her lap on the chair, admiring your body on hers. she lifts you up onto your knees, sliding your still sensitive pussy over the pierced tip of her cock.
"mmm can't-" you try to protest and she sighs.
"you can, and you will." she asserts, teasingly pushing the tip against you, feeling you already clenching around her. "relax, sweet girl." she sighs, easing herself into you as you squirm around on her lap.
your hands desperately clutch at her shoulders, creasing the fabric of her neatly pressed suit. once you're settled into her lap, she keeps you there for a moment.
she lets you fully adjust to the feeling of her inside of you, her hand pressing against the bulge in your lower stomach and she lets out a shaky breath when your pussy flutters around her.
she grunts, leaning her head back when you experimentally grind against her abdomen, your clit rubbing deliciously against the patch of hair where you two are connected. she grabs at your hips, slowly easing you up and down.
you whimper for her, squirming around and clenching down on her, only making her speed up her thrusts.
soon enough, she's slamming you up and down her dick, letting you feel the piercing rub up into your g-spot. you're such a noisy little thing, though, whining and crying for her with each thrust.
she feels you cum around her once again, tightening around her and her hips still as she wills herself not to cum inside of you yet. she curses under her breath when you lean on her chest, head on her shoulder as you nuzzle into her neck.
you stay pliant for her, letting her bounce you on her lap until she cums. she would've pulled out, but you're just so cute, and the soft little moans you make when she fills you up are to die for. how could she deny herself that?
once you're both finished, she lets you lay limply against her, soothingly petting a hand down your spine and getting right back to work, letting you stay filled and plugged up on her lap.
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