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knavesflames · 2 days
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arlecchino tying you up and eating you out 🙈🙈
Heheh done!!
Contents: cunnilingus, bound wrists, praising, reader’s a little bratty but that’s ok😈
Word count: 1313
NSFW under the cut!
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You sit with a smirk, straining against the lace bound around your wrists, looking down at Arlecchino, who stares at you with a steely gaze. It’s clear she wasn’t in the mood for your bratty antics tonight.
“This lace is pretty, but it doesn’t keep me from escaping.”
A sharp tug at the lace, the fabric giving a small stinging sensation, causes a grunt to leave your lips before the smirk reappears. Arlecchino has been so busy lately with the Fatui, with project Stuzha. You feel she’s been neglecting you a little too much, so of course you resorted to the one thing she can never resist. She just loves putting you in your place, so when you sit on her lap while she’s doing paperwork, grinding yourself on her, your hand slipping through her shirt and rolling her nipples between your thumb and forefinger, she gets.. irritated. Only at the fact you manage to distract her so well. Her voice comes out as an irritated growl as her hand grabs your wrist.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
And when you wore that skimpy dress and bent down to ‘pick up a pen’, she lost it, dragging you to the bedroom. And this is where you sit now, bound by that pretty pink lace she loves so much. It makes you look so innocent, so pretty. And she loves the contrast it gives when you’re screaming her name and arching your back as you beg for more.
“Is this what you wanted, hm?”
She almost growls, planting aggressive kisses on your neck, trailing to your collarbone and then lower, her tongue flicking out against your nipple to relish in the soft sounds you make.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, I don’t know what you mean.”
Your words earn her teeth grazing your nipple, a small yelp echoing the room. Her tongue soothes the bite, swirling softly around your nipple as she hums, the vibrations of her voice travelling to your breast. The breast not occupied with her tongue is fondled by her fingers before they switch. She blows air on your now damp nipples, cooing softly, though, the words have an intent that is less innocent than she makes it sound.
“So cute. You’re so sensitive when you can’t use your hands.”
You strain once against the lace, earning a sharp, almost warning look from Arlecchino, and you know better than to be bratty now. She can be cruel when she wants to be. When she deems that your breasts have been given enough attention, her mouth travels down, kissing your stomach, and then your hip bone. Her kisses are aggressive, the occasional nibble just to prove that you’re hers, and she’s in control, not you. Your hips tilt up as her lips ghost over your pussy, not even touching it and her hand pushes them back down.
“Patience.”
She seems to be taking great enjoyment out of hearing your frustrated breaths, your desire to break free from the lace and guide her lips to where you want them most. She hooks one leg over her shoulder, biting the inside of your thighs and soothing it once again with her tongue. She’s marking you, you have no doubt about that. But you can’t move, if not for your wrists being tied, then for the way one hand is keeping your hips down, the other gripping your ankle, keeping your leg on her shoulder.
“Arl-“
“Be quiet, or do you need a gag?”
A quick shake of your head and almost a whimper.
“Good girl. You’ve been teasing me all week, don’t complain now you’re getting what you want. We go at my pace, or not at all.”
You groan in annoyance, just to be even brattier, but you nod anyway, obeying her. Her kisses go further and further up your thigh until she takes a deep breath, almost burying her nose in your pussy.
“Soaked, are you? Isn’t that sweet? So wet over simple kisses and being tied up.”
Once more, you try to buck your hips up, getting her where you want, but she moves at the last second. She’s clearly enjoying this game, enjoying your growing neediness.
“What did I just say?”
You sigh, letting your head fall back in frustration, only for it to come right back up as you gasp, feeling her tongue lick the gentlest stripe up your slit. Already a soft moan sounds out, a low chuckle coming from Arlecchino. Her two fingers, with dangerously sharp nails you’re always cautious of, gather some of the slick you’ve produced from simple teasing, before forcing your mouth open, stuffing her fingers inside.
“Taste yourself. The sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”
When your heavy breathing prevents you from doing anything, her fingers shove just a little further in, her voice warning you once more.
“Suck.”
And you comply, moaning on her fingers as you taste every last drop of yourself while her tongue moves around the spot you want most. Not touching it, but around.
“Good girl.”
She whispers to you, look into your eyes as her tongue finally finds its correct place, watching your reaction with silent glee. She begins lapping at your pussy, alternating between soft, gentle licks to more aggressive sucking of your puffy clit, enjoying the noises that come out of your mouth. She enjoys the squeal even more when her tongue dips inside of you, thrusting as she makes sure her nose bumps against your clit. Again and again she alternated between fucking you with her tongue and lapping at your clit, so puffy and swollen.
“You have such a pretty pussy.”
She murmurs as you strain against the lace. You’re becoming painfully aware that you *can’t move*, wanting nothing but to card your hands through her hair and keep her where she is. The urge to do what you’ve done once before, turn the tables, use her, use her tongue to grind on. Though, you’re also aware you only did that because she gave you permission. You keep straining, your mewls and grunts getting louder and louder, vibrating on her fingers. And when you gag ever so slightly on her fingers, she speaks again, removing her fingers from your mouth, taking to circling your nipple again.
“Careful, doll. Wouldn’t want you to choke before I’m done with you.”
Her words are sensual, commanding, but you know the hint of love and concern in there. It’s there, barely, she’s hiding it well. But when her tongue resumes her work, you forget all about that, your body trembling with the amount of sensation going on. Your toes curl and your pussy begins fluttering around her tongue, and she knows you’re close. And she does the one thing you both love and hate. Sliding her tongue out, and then back in, and then out again and repeat, her nose bumping your clit, giving you what you need to keep you on that edge.
“Cum for me.”
“Wanna cum all over your mouth.”
“You will. Now, be a good girl, and cum for me.”
You take the opportunity, and the fact she’s being nice for once, your eyes rolling, your back arching, and a loud, strained almost cry of pleasure leaves your lips as you cum messily all over her mouth. And god, does she love it. Her tongue laps up every drop, swirling around your clit slowly as you come down from your high as she whispers.
“Good girl. Pretty girl. Such a good fucking girl, cumming all over my mouth.”
She comes back up to your level, her tongue sliding over yours before she breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you both. You smile breathlessly. You got what you wanted, and there wasn’t a punishment. That’s what you thought, anyway, until—
“You think we’re finished? Silly girl. We’ve just started.”
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hunnieknight · 1 year
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"Grandpa Knows the Best"(+Art)
In which your grandpa, Pulcinella, tells you a reason why Harbingers are bad as your partner.
Time set after Signora's funeral, before Sumeru setting, comedy/crack, dry humor, capitalist joke
Series I Series III
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dawndelion-winery · 2 months
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Thanks for the Flowers
You send them a little prank thank you text with flowers they never sent
Ft: Alhaitham, Arlechinno, Childe, Scaramouche, Wriothesley
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Alhaitham:
You thought it would be a funny prank to send him a stock image of flowers and a small thank you
"Glad you like them."
He smiles to himself, but then immediately deleted his message when he sees the attached image
That wasn't the bouquet he sent
His smile drops so fast because who exactly is sending you flowers apart from him?
"Throw those out, they aren't from me. Don't you like the one I sent more? I got your favourites, my love."
He gives the house a cursory scan the moment he steps in through the front door
It's only after you've given him his welcome home kiss and a hug that he starts looking for the bouquet for some trace of who the sender might be
At first he doesn't believe you when you say it's a prank because he wouldn't put it past you to just want to allay his worries
He'll come around though, and then he's annoyed
"That's childish and you know it, you can have my attention if you just ask for it."
Arlechinno:
This is her sign to publicly announce that you're with her because this sort of idiocy wouldn't be an issue if people knew you were spoken for
Initially chuckles to herself as she glares at the offending image
"Do you like them?"
Of course she's not telling you the weren't from her if you like them
The poor sucker who sent them to you deserves no credit anyway
If anything, they deserve her personal thanks for helping her gift you something!
Of course she needs to know their name and face to express her gratitude in person <33
In a totally genuine and non-threatening way (lie)
She ends up coming home late that day, having scared off any of your potential suitors just to be safe
"Had some unsavoury business come up, dearest, sorry to keep you waiting. Have you had dinner yet? No? Shall we dine together?"
She never brings it up though, so you sorta forget to ever tell her it was a joke
Childe:
At first he doesn't process that he didn't send you the flowers
It's not like he doesn't pay attention, but he has his subordinates send you so much stuff as he comes across it that it's really hard to keep track
For all he knows it might have been something he came across and spontaneously thought of you liking it
And your likes were pretty much needs to him
"Love you, my pookie <33"
And then he stows his phone away
Only to remember he hasn't gotten you any flowers that day
"My honey drumlet darling-kins, there doesn't happen to be a note attached to the flowers, is there?"
When you insist that no, there isn't, and you've checked thoroughly, he makes a mental note to look into anyone who's ever had a crush on you
For a friendly spar, of course!
He just needs to make sure his competition is even worth noting (they aren't)
He comes home, thoroughly disappointed that none of them could even hold their own against him - few even dared to try, scared shitless by the sudden appearance of a harbinger demanding they fight
Sweaty and tired, he's all over you, whining about his day and how everyone wants you and can't take a hint that you're so happy with him ("You are, aren't you? I'm your favourite.")
Of course you cave and tell him it was only a prank
He scowls at first, but then breaks out giggling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck
"It doesn't really matter because I think they're all scared of me anyway. Some of them took one look at me and blanched. Unlike you, of course; the sight of me excites you, doesn't it?"
Ah. There's your bastard ginger.
Scaramouche:
"Wrong number, I think you meant to text your side hoe."
Sends you the most unbothered replies
Is actually overthinking
He knows logically this is most likely a joke because he swears he has seen that bouquet somewhere on the internet when looking for flower arrangement inspiration
But what if it's just a really similar layout and someone actually did send it to you?
Horrible. He doesn't want to think about it
But of course he does anyway
Brings you flowers because he planned to sneakily replace the stranger's bouquet
Wriothesley:
"Honey, please tell me this is a joke."
Seething inside
Who in their right mind dared to covet you while you were happily dating him??
Don't even try evade his interrogation, he needs to know every detail
From the exact time the flowers were sent to the arrangement and paper quality
Don't mind him, it's just a small investigation he'll carry out in his free time
The sooner you come clean the better
Not that you'll go unpunished...but hey, confessing to your crimes must at least lighten the sentence, yeah?
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I would not be able to be seen as a god cause the moment any pretty lady talks or flirts with me. I deadass would say something stupid like- “Can I have one pleaseburger cheese?”
(The bloodline ends with me 😭)
no rizz fr😭😭
that gives me an idea like a rizzless god in sagau who gets really flustered when someone attractive talks to them. sorry if shes a bit ooc here lmaooo
imagine visiting fontaine the same time Arlecchino is there, Creator! Reader would do their best to avoid Arlecchino because they'd just be a blubberring mess as soon as she breathes near them or something.
Creator! Reader who gets invited to a meeting with Neuvillette only to find Arlecchino there too. You're all nervous and you could feel a bead of sweat run down your forehead because... It's FATHER were talking about here!! Before you were isekai'd into this world, you loved Arlecchino to a point you have her C6 and her weapon!
Neuvillette soon excused himself as there seemed to be an emergency in court, now it was just you and Arlecchino in the room. Her stare was frightening, you couldn't even look her in the eye...
"I heard a lot about you, your Grace, through my children... They told me they were your guide when you first visited Fontaine." She spoke up, "Uhh... Yeah... They were really nice and welcoming." you replied. Silence again... You didn't really know what to fucking say because what the hell would you even say to her??
'Oh hey uhh Arlecchino, I love you, I read your fanfics and lore and stuff uhh... I have your poster on my wall so uhh... Please don't be weirded out...'
Oh no way in hell were you saying that...
You cleared your throat to try to make small talk, "Umm... nice weather were hav-" you were cut off by a sudden thunder... looks like whatever Neuvillette was handling he seemed to be pretty upset by it. You just decided to shut your mouth. "Hmm... Well looks like it's time for me to leave." she spoke out as she sat up from her seat.
You glanced up at her, "If you're interested, I would like to have dinner with you tomorrow, Your Grace." she added. "Oh... As a business meeting? I don't think I have anything to discuss with you in terms of business." you replied. "No, as a date." she replied.
"Oh... as a date... okay." wait... a... a...?!?!?! You're eyes widened, you could see her lips curl a little as she soon left.
Wow you truly are rizzless... to a point they'd have to just do the first moves themselves...
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k-n0-x · 1 month
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Arlecchino x fem! reader Headcannons because she is for SAPPHICS ONLY 🗣️‼️❗️‼️
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Oh, the way Arlecchino will finger fuck your brains out is insane. Curling, pumping and all that too, while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
A sophisticated woman like herself would not let her darling doll have to do any work in bed. She will let you lay back and moan the entire world away.
Arle has a tendency to bite and leave hickeys all over your chest, not in the places that will be difficult to find, but in places that makes you wary of the sort.
Despite her cold expression throughout the day, she still teases you in the most discreet ways, though she makes sure you know it’s deliberate, driving you insane; from her hand caressing your ass as she walks by, to something as “innocent” as having her two fingers in the teacup handle.
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arleei · 18 days
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Yes. Just yes.
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daze4all · 7 days
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1. Imagine Arlechinno Adopted Aventurine
2. Also Lullaby Demo Sung with English Fan lyrics
3. Aventurine Full AMV My Way Frank Sinatra
The new greet the dawn
Lovingly you burn up 
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Dear Traveller
Burn Burn  Burn
Bright Bright Bright
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Child see the truth 
Grow up before darkness overtakes you
The children are singing 
 Darkness is bringing
Sing & play peacefully, Always playing your flute
Let the old burn away for the new
 Truths 
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Portent 
Protect 
Ave Maria
God bless
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Portent 
Ple
Fun crossover photos i found lol
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whiteminibeast · 16 days
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FATHER
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thatjadedhotmess · 2 years
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borrowing their hoodie !
pairings/characters: fatui harbingers x gn!reader
warnings⚠️: not much but skin to skin contact for pierro's, scaramouche's, signora's and arlecchino's
synopsis: their reaction when you ask to borrow their hoodie
wc: 0.88k++
note: completely self indulgent and not completely accurate compared to the teaser :> (except for pulcinella bc idk how to write for him so he didn't get a part in this) also a different way of writing my hcs soo enjoy likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated:)
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☁︎︎ Pierro (皮耶罗)
I know he looks like he could literally obliterate everything in his way (he can yes) but when it comes to you and his hoodies he grows all soft and his heart melts. It's just so much bigger than you and you always look so comfy and cozy in it he just wants to hug you and have you with him at all times when you're asleep in his lap:(( Also imagining the looks on the fatui's faces when they see you in their superior's lap.
☁︎︎ Capitano (卡皮塔诺)
Seems neutral about it but is secretly happy. He thinks that as a good boyfriend it's only right that he lets you have his hoodie if you want it. His reaction is cute. He's a blushing mess under the mask after seeing you in his hoodie. The dark blue hoodie was way too big for you, the bottom reaching your knees and the sleeves too long for you as you cuddle into yourself, content with the residual warmth from capitano wearing it before you.
☁︎︎ Il Dottore (多托雷)
Scolds you (not in a serious way) but will still willingly give you his hoodie or get his clones to bring one for you. Though, he secretly enjoys being able to be of help to you and sometimes, sometimes, hopes that you don't bring your hoodie so he can see you smothered by his hoodie instead. You found this out from his clones and didn't have the heart to tell him so now you just 'forget' to bring it.
☁︎︎ Columbina (哥伦比娅)
Doesn't give you her hoodie but rather give you an exact copy of the one she has. She would so much rather match hoodies together than give you hers because it serves as a constant reminder to her that even apart you two can have something exclusive to share. Though, she is willing to let you have her hoodie if it's in exchange for one of yours so she can have a you-scented hoodie.
☁︎︎ Scaramouche (斯卡拉姆齐)
Similar to Dottore, he's a little shit about it but will still give it to you in the end. The first time you asked if you could borrow it he grumbled on and on about you not bringing your own hoodie and that you should be more responsible in the future, even though he's literally pulling off his hoodie for you and putting it on you himself before he takes both of your hands in his, warming your icy hands in his own.
☁︎︎ Sandrone (桑多涅)
I think she would be similar to Columbina in a sense that she would rather match hoodies with you but instead of buying/getting a new hoodie for you, she'll hand make it for you and ask you what designs you want. That way it'll be unique to you and you only and she also prefers it this way as she can make something for you. With her being a harbinger she doesn't get much alone time with you so this would be her way of expressing her love for you.
☁︎︎ La Signora (女士)
There are some similarities between her, Dottore and Scaramouche but she's definitely a lot softer than them. The most she'll do before giving you her hoodie is maybe a little tsk and a don't forget your own next time, even though she also hopes that you forget and need to ask her for help. When she lends you her hoodie, you can expect to have her hands in the pockets of the hoodie so that she can stay warm (be close to you).
☁︎︎ Pantalone (潘塔罗涅)
Simp. A simp. Pantalone.exe backup and reboot needed. He might not have a hoodie with him but he always wears this long designer coat and he decided to let you borrow it because you were cold. The coat is hanging dangerously close to the ground but he can't even be mad at that fact because you look so cute in his long coat he couldn't stand it and needed to look away and calm down for a minute to regain his composure:))
☁︎︎ Arlecchino (阿蕾奇诺)
A gentleman is this sense. Will take it off without question before handing it to you, hugging your figure once you've put it on yourself. Cute she thinks, your figure wrapped in the slightly oversized hoodie with the sleeves too long for your arms. Takes this as an opportunity to wrap her icy hands around your torso, making you let out a squeal at the contact between your skin and her hands.
☁︎︎ Childe (達達利亞)
Like Arlecchino, he'll give up his hoodie in a heartbeat. Couldn't bear seeing you shiver and rub your arms so he takes his own off before you saying anything and puts it over you. Now, once you're in it, you can expect one of two things to happen. Either, he'll coo at you and talk about how adorable you are adorned in his hoodie or two, turn away a blushing mess and not say anything because you're too cute. The first one however happens more often.
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knavesflames · 9 days
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Yes. Write it :)
As promised😌
Fem Balletdancer! Reader x Arlecchino ;)
Contents: fingering, in a public space but they don’t get caught, slight choking (a tiny bit), tears, praise, but very slight degradation (in a loving way) arlecchino is possessive (and lowkey jealous)
Word count: 1263
Nsfw under the cut!<3
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Breathing heavily after yet another performance, you stare out into the crowd. You keep your face still, but your eyes can’t help but light up when you see the familiar figure front and center in the crowd, clapping loud and slow. She stays seated while everyone files out of the opera epiclese, her stoic face disrupted by the hint of a smirk.
“Very fun, love.”
You finally move from your ending position, letting your fingers gently bounce on your costume— a beautiful white lace bodice with rhinestones that shine oh so perfectly in the light, complete with a white tutu, because what ballerina can dance without a tutu? You grin a thank you, stretching your feet that are still clad with your pointe shoes.
Finally catching your breath, you hear the familiar clack of her heels walking across the floor and up the stairs to the stage as you take a seat on one of the props. Your ballet partner nods and hastily runs off, not wanting the potential wrath of Arlecchino, because what if his hands were too close to your waist for her liking? What if he held you for a second too long? Her smirk disappears when she sees him run off, a quiet mutter of “coward” under her breath as she walks towards you. Her own hands dance up your waist, her breath coming close to your ear.
“I don’t like him.”
You can’t help but roll her eyes at her jealous streak, one she’d never admit she has.
“You say that with every partner I’ve had.”
Her voice takes on a sharper tone, not by much, but you can tell she’s serious, and you can’t help but try to contain a shudder.
“They’re not me.”
You plant a soft kiss on her jaw as you reassure her that you do not, in fact, feel anything towards them. Her lips twitch into a frown, and her hand grabs your wrist, a tight grip that can only be possessiveness, her voice practically a snarl.
“It’s not you I’m worried about. I know you’re mine. It’s them. You’re gorgeous, and they get to be close to you. I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried anything.”
“They don’t.”
Her other hand moves to gently grip your chin, keeping you looking at her. She enjoys watching your face flush when she does it, and if anyone were to walk in, well, isn’t that a bonus? She gets to showcase that you’re hers and nobody else’s.
“They better not. I’ll kill them the second they’re too touchy.”
“Stop it—“
Before you can protest anymore, she’s only gone and bent you over the damn prop, a small wooden table. Your tutu flares upward, which earns a low, throaty chuckle from Arlecchino.
“You’re cute with this tutu. You’re lucky it’s expensive or I’d rip it off you. You’re not only cute, you’re mine.”
She feels your breath hitch as her hand travels up your thigh before she removes it, only to have it landing down roughly on your ass. Her fingers caress smoothly where the slap landed, soothing the sting, and my god is she glad you can’t see her and her wicked grin when you yelp. Her nails, long and sharp (you’re lucky she files two of them down), slice through your tights and leotard with one simple movement, causing you to whine.
“Arlie, these were expensive.”
“Shut up, I’ll buy you new ones.”
“But—“
“Would you like to cum? Then be quiet.”
With a whimper, you comply. With her one hand on your back, holding you down against the table, her other hand traces around your slit, so carefully avoiding touching you where you want to. Your hips buck back in an attempt to force her hand where you want them, which earns another slap on your ass and a yelp from you.
Your voice echoes around the now empty opera epiclese, which makes you so painfully aware of the fact anyone could walk in.
“What if someone comes in?”
“I’ll kill them if they do.”
“Arlecchino.”
“Fine. They won’t.”
With her fingers finally dipping into you, a soft moan leaves your lips.
“Good girl. So wet for me, it’s almost like you want to get caught. Lift your leg.”
Seeing your confused look, she taps your thigh, almost commanding you to lift it.
“You’re flexible enough. You can arabesque and développé everywhere. Lift your leg.”
You bite your lip, but lift your leg anyway, wrapping it around her waist for support. She knows you’re able to stay like that, and she relishes in how easy it is to touch you with your legs the way they are, so she uses it to her advantage.
Her fingers dip into you once again, teasing you mercilessly. Pretending like she’s sliding her sharp nails into you, making you whimper in nervousness, but she’s not that cruel. She slips two fingers inside of you (the ones with the filed nails, thank god), groaning softly when she feels you suck her fingers in. You let out a quiet moan that echoes once more as her fingers card through your hair, untangling it from the elegant hairdo you had while dancing. With a gentle flick of her wrist, your hair is wrapped around her fist, giving it gentle tugs.
Her fingers pump into you, slowly, then faster when your cute sounds only confirm you want to keep going. The hand in your hair tugs harder, lifting you from the table and pressing your back against her. Once she’s satisfied with your position, her hand moves. The hand once weaves into your hair moves to your exposed throat, squeezing gently and chuckling at your choked moans and the tears forming in your eyes.
“Not so scared someone will walk in now, hm? You’re so confident on stage, I thought you’d like someone walking in to see you turn into a fucked out whore. My fucked out whore. Do you hear me? Not his. He’s lucky I don’t rip his head off for looking at you the way he does.”
Her grip loosens enough to let you speak, grinning when she hears your cute little mumbles of agreement, feeling the way your pussy clenches around your fingers as she curls them, hitting the spongy spot inside you just perfectly.
Your tutu and your pointe shoes, which are still on your body (for a reason, because she’ll never admit how much it turns her on seeing you like that), are long forgotten by you. Your brain is focused on one thing, and she knows exactly what— chasing the orgasm she knows she’s giving you. Your voice rings out, stuttering and punctuated by moans.
“Cu-cumming, I’m-“
Her velvety voice whispers in your ear, her lips travelling down your shoulder before giving a quick bite that sends you over the edge.
“Good girl, cum for me.”
It’s all you need as you clench around her fingers and tremble, your position finally failing you. Her arm is quick to catch you before you fall against the table, her body leaning over yours as she soothes you, guiding you through each wave of pleasure. Her fingers pump inside just a little more, slowing to a stop before pulling out. Her fingers glisten with your slick in the stage lighting, and she moves her fingers ever so slightly, if only to showcase how messy you made her fingers. She smirks, her stoic demeanour almost back into place as she stares at you, her tongue flicking out to clean her own digits.
“You always taste so good, little dove. Want to go home and clean up, hm?”
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dawndelion-winery · 2 years
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Highschool au Ft. Arlecchino, Pantalone, Dottore
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Arlecchino:
Has probably threatened everyone in class at least once, the teachers included
As you can probably guess, she doesn't have a lot of friends
But you sit next to her, so you figured you might as well try to get along with her
But then it seemed she misunderstood and assumed you were flirting with her
She starts treating you to lunch after that, to the point you're always seated with her throughout the school day
Now apart from death glaring anyone who irks her, she does the same to anyone who seems to bother you
She doesn't talk much to you, but she did tell you to blabber on if it made you happy
You figured it'd be alright to keep talking until she tells you to shut up because she wasn't the type to tolerate things she didn't like
The again you never thought she actually listened since she always looked so listless
Yet whenever you offhandedly mention someone giving you a hard time, you find them surprisingly cooperative the next time you discuss things with them
She always did seem a little happier when you told her the issue has been resolved
"Didn't I tell you? The situation will resolve itself once you distance yourself from these problems, just stick with me instead."
Pantalone:
Class treasurer, somewhat of a prick
But he does his job flawlessly, so no one can really complain
Except when he rejects their proposals for whatever class ventures they have in mind for "being too wasteful"
With that in mind, he's never gotten anything short of a perfect score for maths, ever precise in his calculations and analysis
He's the type of asshole to breeze through calculus and scoff at those who can't
He makes an amazing tutor though
With calculation embedded in his nature, he knows when to praise and criticise you, pulling at your strings to keep you motivated - even if your motivation is just to be praised by him
"Yes, good work, look at how much faster you got this one, you'll keep up the effort, yes?"
And you can't really say no to him when he faces you with that close-eyed smile and pats your head
It doesn't matter if you haven't gotten past the first part of the question for the past five minutes, you badgered him to tutor you first and he will get it through your head whether you like it or not
"You're not giving up already, are you? ...to think I had such high hopes for you..."
He says it like he's truly disappointed and sighs, resting his chin in one hand as his fingers tap his cheek like he's deep in thought
And of course, you being a simp caved hard and fast, hastily agreeing to give it another shot
"That's my diligent student," he says as he pats your head again, and you should be more concerned about how quickly his tune changed but frankly, he doesn't give you much time to ponder as he shoos you back to work
Dottore:
Terrible classmate, amazing seatmate
Pretty much an asshole to the class, but as his seatmate you're practically guaranteed to ace any science subjects you have
Taking notes too slowly and can't keep up with class?
"Write faster, fool," he says as he effortlessly scribbles down all the key concepts, seemingly irritated by the fact that you can't keep up.
Big mistake because now you're even more distracted by the way his long, slender fingers move so deftly with his pen
If he noticed you staring he didn't say anything, but you swore you saw the corner of his lips tug upwards in a smirk
You know you're in trouble when the bell rings and you realised you've missed nearly everything
Yet, for some unknown reason, it would seemed he felt a shred of kindness towards you, sliding the notes he so boredly scrawled over to you before packing up his things and leaving for the next class
His notes are like a cheat sheet to your entire syllabus
Which leads to you often praising how smart he is, to which he scoffs and tells you flattery won't convince him to keep helping you keep up with class
That's a lie, it does
It also convinces him to tutor you
Not the best idea when you're more likely to study him than you're work, though he usually remedies that by grabbing your jaw to turn your attention back to your papers
His face comes dangerously close to yours when he explains things to you as you write, normally with him standing behind you and hunching over you with his face next to yours
His furrowed brows and keen eyes scanning your work to criticise your mistakes were quite the sight to behold - his side profile is vv pretty
And rest assured, you will understand whatever he teaches you, however much it takes
If he has to repeat and paraphrase himself, so be it, as long as your attention was on him and you kept looking at him like he was a godsend
Honestly, he just enjoys the attention and fawning, it feeds his ego sm
"I suppose I can't expect you to understand things as quickly as I do. Ah well, no matter, consider yourself fortunate you have someone as brilliant as I to help you."
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a-certain-romance · 1 year
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Won’t you stay for a little longer? Pt2
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Characters/Ships: Milf!Arlecchino x Fem!reader
Synopsis: Following your artistic passions has left you scrambling for money. So, you decide to take up babysitting as a side gig. You were supposed to leave once you get your pay, but won’t you indulge them for a little longer?
Warnings: Smut written by a minor, dominance, some dirty talk, age difference (reader24/character34), power imbalance
Link to Pt1
A/N: The first attempt at posting this wasn’t in the tags so here we go again
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Work in the Fatui is known to be extremely dangerous and sometimes requires travel to other nations. While these trips are far and few, Arlecchino doesn’t have many to call upon for child care. Taking her two children with her is too big of a risk, yet leaving them in the hands of her even her most trusted subordinates leaves her just as uneasy.
It took weeks of background checks, private interviews and one-on-one meetings before she actually let you babysit. She wasn’t about to hand her kids over to a potential threat, yet the three of you seemed to get along quite well on your first meeting.
Her kids are very skilled when it comes to combat and other physical activities. You also find that they have a strong sense of ambition to become as “cool” as their mother. You help them practice stances and basic hand-to-hand combat (safely) while she’s away and you in turn have a lot more references for anatomy practice. When Arlecchino gets back from her trips, the kids excitedly show her how much they’ve improved since she’s last saw them. Once they’ve settled and dispersed, you pull Arlecchino away for a moment alone and handed her some of the drawings you’ve made. “You‘ve captured them beautifully” she mused. Letting her eyes travel off the papers and instead to you, “I’d like to commission you for a portrait. Tonight, if you have the time, how does 500,000 mora sound?”.
You came back later that night with minimal supplies. Wanting the finished piece to be perfect, you were only there for a fought sketch of what she wanted. When you knocked on the door to her estate you weren’t expecting her to be in a crimson robe, and upon further investigation only a robe. She’s attractive as hell but isn’t she cold? you think as she walks you to her chambers. She explains how the only portraits of her that exist only showed the hardened side of her, seeing that you have a prowess for art she entrusts you to paint something more…intimate. You try your best to listen attentively and keep your eyes at eye-level. “Thank you for agreeing to a simple outline for now, seeing as its late you can make the official one at a later date”
Time flies as you try to draw all her glory, only for her to say: “Do it again. Your shading is lacking, perhaps you need a more hands-on approach?”. That wouldn’t be the last night you slept with her.
Arlecchino is one of the most powerful harbingers in the Fatui and she makes sure you remember that in bed. You’re never on top, and even if you’re servicing her the tight grip in your hair reminds you that you’re below her. Her show of dominance never fails to make you shudder, one “get on your knees” and you’re putty in her hands as you sink to the floor. But despite the rough hours, Arlecchino gives you such great aftercare, drawing warm baths and massaging you once she’s satisfied.
During the times Arlecchino is in Snezhnaya, you take your work to the orphanage. While the purpose of running the orphanage is to prepare kids for a life in the Fatui, Arlecchino sees no reason why there shouldn’t be more color in their lives. Arlecchino pays you for the weekly “craft nights” you host at The House of the Hearth and every time you stop by she feels her icy exterior thaw more and more. Seeing the way you assist her kids and the ones here makes her wonder if you’d ever want to play a more permanent role in her and her kid’s lives. Maybe if she makes you scream a bit more she’ll have her answer.
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tabibitto · 2 years
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Can I request Diluc Beidou and Arlecchino jealously headcanons?💕
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ship: diluc, beidou, arlecchino x gn reader
CW: Jealousy themes, toxic relationship, nsfw, yandere themes (arlecchino)
AN: kekekeke i have been wanting to do my writing on Diluc. Thank you so much for the opportunity ill give it my best shot. sorry it took so long, been quite busy with class
Diluc Ragnvindr:
Diluc was not the jealous type man, if anything he was of a protective boyfriend
The poor man had lost his father, and in a way his brother too. His father's death had been treated as a business opportunity and it had completely warped the way he viewed the world
When he had gotten with you, he once again felt like an 18 year old boy
He smiled more now, he was more patient and gentle
It was less common now for Kaeya to be kicked out of Angel's Share if he had one too many, he would only sigh in irritation and have a knight escort him back to his chambers
The damage that was done between them could never be healed back into what it was before, but your presence and love and warmth to the pyro user had certainly helped
Though he still couldn't help himself, to believe somedays that you could just disappear one day. Weather it be death or a breakup. It hurt him more then anything to think of his sweetheart leaving him one way or another
It was unacceptable for anyone to come to you with intentions to steal you away, not when you were still his
Not when you two had walked hand in hand down the streets of Mondstat late at night or early morning
Diluc had complete and utter trust in you and your decisions. It was the actions of others that made him quirk a brow upon seeing you occupied at Good Hunter with a man you had not seemed to mention to him, nor one that was familiar
He slipped past your line of sight and behind the stone building, peeking out of the corner with a foot propped up behind him on the wall, arms crossed and a glare that bore holes into the stranger's back
he watched and listened intently as the male leaned towards you with a hand on the table, a playful look of interest and a lewd smile as he spoke to you.
It made him grit his teeth.
If you would convince the man to leave him alone, Diluc would slip out of his hiding spot and towards you, simply asking you who that was, if he was kind etc.
He would hold his tongue about his burning jealously that made him body warmer and eyes brighter, Diluc felt it would be foolish to do so
That doesn't mean that he wouldn't show it through actions
Diluc would be more touchy, hold your waist closer, seemed to almost tower over you as he held you close in crowded spaces
Though it wasn't intimidating, it was safe and comfortable under his taller stature
However, if the strange man seemed to be making you uncomfortable despite your pleas to respectfully leave you alone, Diluc would not just stand by and wait for him to leave
As a bartender, and the protector of Mondstat he had seen plenty of times what men did in response to rejection
It broke his heart at the thought of you being so greatly hurt over something so insignificant he wouldn't stand for it
Diluc made his way over and immediately told him off as he shoved him away
He would bend down to your eye level and hold your cheeks in his warm hands
"Are you alright my dear? Do you want to go home? What do you need?" He would whisper softly, caring about nothing else then your comfort as he knew such things were scary
His jealousy would turn into protection for you. He couldn't loose you, not ever, as long as you were his lover, he would protect you
Even if it was his own selfish desires to keep you for himself
If the conversation had made you uncomfortable Diluc would do everything to comfort and hold you, give you as many smooches and hugs as you required
Whatever soothed your nerves whilst he dealt with the situation
If it hadn't and you just didn't know, he would quietly bring up his jealousy later on when you two are alone at home
He wouldn't outright ask you for reassurance if you don't want to give it as he is perfectly fine without it
But God help me does this man get so cute when he's timidly trying to ask you if you still like him
He wouldn't have it against you if you didnt. He would understand but it doesn't mean it wouldn't hurt
Diluc loves you to death and would do anything for your happiness even if one day it means not being with you
He'll always keep you safe from the prying eyes of lustful men, and always ask you at the end of it if his response was okay
He would never want to seem off as controlling or abusive to you
But do forgive him, sometimes he cant help but gatekeep you. You are his beloved after all. His and only his
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Beidou:
The Captain of the Crux Fleet was too not one to get jealous
She was pretty relaxed and leniant
However there were times were she wanted your attention on herself and no one else
A little toxic and selfish? probably
Did she care? No
On any of those days where she would be looking all over for you only to find you occupied by someone on her crew
Beidou would scoff slightly and not bother to try to hide her irritation
Everyone she knew, knew that you two were together
So why in the leviathan fuck was someone trying to flirt with you to earn your favor
No no that simply won't do
Beidou made her way over with long strides of her legs and wrapped both arms around your figure, pulling you close to her body, a sly smile on her lips
"Hello darling, might I ask whe the hell this is?"
By her tone you knew you were in trouble and you bit down on your lip softly, shrinking a little under her determined gaze
"Cat hold your tongue?" She chuckled softly and ignoring the strange look from the man who stole your time away from her, she scooped you up in her arms and into her chambers on the ship
It was safe to say after that night, and each night you didn't pay attention to her was everyone including yourself reminded of who you belonged to
So wheather Beidou had to split you open and fuck you until you shook and trembled with pleausure, loud enough to alert everyone on board to remind you that your attention was hers and hers alone as she plunged her fingers into you with a shit-eating grin
Or if she had to gently push you aside while she threw hands at whomever it was that dared to try to steal Captain Beidou's beloved, it didn't matter
So long as the message was given she would gladly do whatever it took
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Arlecchino:
How you even managed to bag a baddie like Arlecchino no one knows, sometimes not even yourself or the woman in question
What you and her do know however, is that there is no backing out no matter what once you and her make it official
She is a fatui harbinger, she deals in death and in things much more gruesome then you can imagine
Though nowhere near what her comrade Columbina and Dottore have done, she is not one to be underestimated
Arlecchino would do anything for you, and in her sick mind if that meant to break your heart a few times to teach you that you belonged to her so be it
Don't get her wrong she loves you. She really really fucking loves you. She's obsessed with you
So fucking smitten for her pretty baby, how their tears fall from their pretty eyes as they plead for forgiveness, on their knees
Their little sniffles as she holds them after days of silent treatment
The little whimpers as she bites down harshly on scattered places on their body
And you couldn't Cover them up no matter what. No those were supposed to be seen, what would your girlfriend think if she saw you embarrassed of the bloody marks she took such time to place on you
Don't worry my dear she'll make it up to you, she finds it beautiful when your spread open on the empty conference table whilst she eats you out, its no bother really to please you just don't expect to cum when you need to
You don't deserve that much just yet
That's why you must be obedient without question to Arlecchino, only then would you recieve the prettiest things in the world
Only then would she allow you to cum wherever you wanted whenever you wanted
Her face, her fingers, her pussy, the table, the bed, the floor
It matters not as long as you were happy
Only then would she cradle and kiss you when you needed, hold you close to her warmth when you shivered from the storms in Scheznaya
Unless of course, you appeared to show interest in someone else
It didn't matter whether they were a friend or a foe, after all she's done for you
The protection, the love, the sex, the money how dare you speak to them with your smile and rapt attention
You couldn't have any of it anymore then if you preferred them
Forget about your snuggles at night or any sort of financial support for a while
If you wanted anything you would get it yourself, but since everything that was yours belonged to her as well....goodluck
It would only last for so long tho, even Arlecchino couldn't stand to keep her hands off you longer then a few days
Though to survive whilst she threw her tantrums, some of the harbingers, most likely Childe would take pity on you and give you money
Best hope Arlecchino doesn't find out, or you really won't be getting any of her affections any time soon
And what happened to whomever it was taking up your time...
Best leave that to the imagination, or The Knave would fear that she would truly scare you away
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freak-it-net · 2 months
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Another Arlecchino x Reader (GN) for this one and it's more like some random rotting but whatever
She may be the Father of the House of the Hearth, and so it should imply that she never ever played favorites.
However, if someone were to ask her who she got the more attached to, she wouldn't be able to deny that you, as her lover, as well as Lyney, Lynette and Freminet are the ones she couldn't bring herself to lose.
What was her way to show this?
She came across a hand-made jewels shop. Among them, the four symbols of playing cards. She didn't hesitate a second before commissioning four of them, and later gifting them to you all.
♠️ Lyney was granted the Spade, for his will to protect his siblings
♦️ Lynette was granted the Diamond, as its sharp shape recalled of her sharp mind.
♣️ Freminet was granted the Club, for the luck he and his skills bring to the trio, that he completes, by the three leaves.
❤️ And you were granted the Heart, for your brought all of them closer, as the heart of your small family (and you stole Arlecchino heart too-)
This was a way for her to mean that no matter what would happen, no matter where they you might be, wherever life light bring you all, you would still be part of the family.
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k-n0-x · 1 month
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NSFW Arle x fem reader Headcannons!
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This woman and her talon-like nails. Arlecchino would stick them up there, and curl them into your fleshy insides like no mercy, making you moan with a mix of pain and pleasure.
Arle would scoff on how 'Pathetic and needy' you are, and if you dare to cum without her permission, you would have to pay the price, but is that a curse, or a blessing in disguise?
So many derogatory terms thrown at you by her while having sex, belittling you, like you're nothing but an object to her, to the point, it could be considered hate-fucking.
She would not hold back on biting you everywhere, and as hard as she pleases, seeming to not care if she spills blood from you.
And despite all of this, when she's done using you as a doll, a plaything, she would be ready to take care of you afterwards.
·:*¨༺ ♱🥀♱ ༻¨*:·
A/N: I feel like this is so unintelligible, but give me a break I am so tired 💀💀💀
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yandere-daydreams · 1 year
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Arlecchino is one of the more difficult Harbingers to please.
It's a balancing act few of her subordinates ever perfect, a performance that needs one to be as contrary as the Knave herself. To gain her favor, you must divorce yourself from your loyalty to the Tsaritsa, but not be so faithless as to give her the idea that you'd ever betray her. You must be skilled, cunning, a wolf among sheep, but not so strong and not so vicious as to make her think you'd ever act without her explicit permission. You must be out for blood, but not so barbaric that you'd make her seem tame, in comparison, lest you dull the sharpened blade that is her reputation.
Admittedly, you might've had it easier than most. You'd been one of Signora's favorites before her untimely death at the hands of the Electro Archon, and Arlecchino seems to think of you as an inheritance, of sorts, as much as you loathed to think of yourself as some possession meant to be passed from one hand to another. The trust your last general placed in you speaks louder than anything you'd ever be able to do for her, and thus, she's deemed you worthy of a place at her side, perched you atop a pedestal of thin ice and maintained the expectation that you tread carefully.
She seeks your counsel, but the hours you spend alone in her many war rooms feel more akin to interrogations, her questions prying and rarely ever remaining on the topic of your mutual work. It might be the dark glint you catch in her eyes from time to time, the way her lips quirk when you say something that should be completely innocuous, but she has a way of making every little thing feel like a test - from your choice of whether to start your morning debrief with the latest news of the Captain's exploration or the abridged contents of Pierro's most recent letter to which oil you use to polish the cross-guard of her sword.
The final results are never shared, your successes never differentiated from your failures, but there have been some minute changes in the way she treats you. Her cutting voice has softened over time, her touch allowed to linger for a few seconds longer when she fixed the collar of your uniform or accepts something from your hand. You're not sure if you should take it as preference or condescension - a hint of some fondness she might have towards you or a sign that she thinks you're so incompetent, you need to be treated like some bumbling child, praised for completing even the most inconsequential task. Sometimes, there's a patronizing lull to her stoic expression, something more than cold rationality in her gaze as she stares you down from the other side of her ever-expanding armory.
You don't think she's cross with you, Arlecchino has never been very patient with those who provoked her ire, but you couldn't imagine what other sentiment she might hold towards you. You don't think you've failed to please her.
Rather, you think she may have taken a liking to the idea of pleasing you.
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