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[knavesflames]

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

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

Word count: 1.8k

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

Nsft utc!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That isn’t wine.”

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

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

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

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

“Good. Keep them like that, or else.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[knvarlet]

arlecchino genshin impact…save me….save me arlecchino genshin impact

[minart-was-taken]

Hello to the five other Puyo Puyo fans on Tumblr 👋

[kujikawaiiart]

Arle comm~

[miracletails]

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Mostly experimenting I just really like how this came out

[cosmicpopstar64]

Puyo Puyo but make them animal Crossing Villagers!

[shionaster]

THEY MAKE MY HEART BREAK CRYINGG clervie is literally too perfect to exist in this world so they had to kill her off...

[cheri-2047]

Arlecchino when you’re sick

I want to write for arlecchino so have her pampering u when ure sick.

Y’all I’m like questioning if I wrote this like too nice for her or too mean 😭 my bad. Anyways enjoy

WOWWW I FINALLY LEARNED JOW TO COLOR TEXT AND STUFF. YIPEE

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Okay so I write her in 2 ways, one is for relationship like she’s ur gf and the other is like if ure her kid from the hearth just pick one

RELATIONSHIP:

-Arlecchino is always a busy woman, either doing fatui work or taking care of the hearth

The moment she hears you’ve gotten sick (either from you telling her or someone telling someone and so on) she pauses her work and leaves whatever things that are needed to do to lyney (she says it’s “practice for when he becomes king”)

She comes to you to see you in bed, curled up to give you meds and stays in your shared home. She lays next to you and wraps one arm around you.

“…didnt I say to rest?”

She would ask, with a slight scolding tone. Before you could reply, she shushes you “sh..don’t speak, go rest”

She pays her head as she wraps her arm around your shoulder, while doing fatui paperwork with you next to her.

“Sleep”

She basically forces you to sleep and rest. If you don’t, she will pull you closer to her, while humming a tune she would sing to the children of the hearth.

As you slowly fall asleep, she lays the blanket over you and if you’re cold, she will use her pyro vision stuff to warm you up.

The next time you wake up she will NOT be there, instead she leaves a tray of your favorite food next to you and meds with a note of her apologizing and she leaves for fatui stuff.

ARLECCHINO AS YOUR FATHER:

As she hears you’re sick, she would tell the other kids to care for you while she’s not there. She would cancel your missions and let you rest (even 1 week after you’re better to ensure u can do ur best)

Arlecchino asks her kids how you’re doing while she is doing paperwork in her office.

Though at night, while everyone at the hearth is asleep, she visits your room. She sees you asleep and sits on the stool next to you.

“Wake up….”

She says softly, while holding out a thermometer and meds.

“Time for your meds”

She helps you sit up and helps you drink your meds, slowly tucking you back in.

If you tell her something hurts, she would nod and leave the room. Coming back to give you whatever will relieve the pain.

The rest of the night she stays by your side, patting your head.

The next morning, she’s gone without a trace. But she leaves plushies beside you (for comfort) and a note saying

“Rest. Fatui orders.”

[eldarianduelist]

squished

[celuere]

Random food for thought before I go to bed but I also think it’s an AMAZING detail that hyv mentioned arle‘s dislike for dresses in her sq it‘s just so- CHEFS KISS I can’t put my finger on the reason why but YES my husband LOVES wearing suits. Don’t ever try to force a dress on her, give that woman a tailored suit and a tie and she is happy.

[shutupdickface]

Bed Of Roses!

Before You Proceed....

Minors DNI!

NSFW! Transfem!Arlecchino x Afab!reader!

Mentions of blood, Few depictions of death, Arle's really rough in this one chat but you don't mind........ 😛 Arle with fangs (js pointy canines), scars, slight dacryphilia or wtv, blah blah blah... name from bed of roses by msi (i love u steven)

A/N: tried 2 write arle in the way i think of her (ruthless, gruesome, and hostile 😛) i also wrote this while playing sims 4...... first time writing too so like YAY!!!!! im french so arles french. i've always hated writing and essays so dont expect much with that

NSFW UTC

Your heart stopped when you heard the sudden click of the door unlocking. Goddamn it.. why now?.... is what you'd usually ask yourself when Arlecchino entered the room.. but now you were wondering how exactly you'd get out of this situation.

You stood there, frozen as you heard the sounds of her heels coming closer and closer.... then stop. you felt her disgustingly cold hands carressing your body, tracing over the surface of the skin you knew she wanted to rip apart. "Hm.. waiting for me, are you?" she'd whisper in your ear, and you could feel your stomach churning as you faught the urge to tell her you were done with her and all of her bullshit.

But.. no matter what, you never did. You knew she'd tear you apart if you dare say that. You hated her touching you, knowing those "loving" touches were by the same hands that slaughtered many. either ripping their throat out or punching their face in, her hands were littered with the lives of many.

"Let's skip to it then.. shall we? i know you missed me.." She said, slowly unbuttoning your shirt with ease. "Say you missed me." She demanded, and you could feel those horrifying eyes burning into you.

"I-.. I missed you, Arlecchino." You told her, your voice shaky as she continued undressing you. "Good.. now lay down." she replied, motioning you over towards your own bed. The bedspread decorated with red roses, the sheets she had personally bought you.

As she walked over to you, she started undressing herself. she seemed eager to get her way. she had no care whatsoever, throwing her clothing wherever throughout the room, as long as it caused you trouble, she could care less.

She crawled onto the bed, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her in the eye. her nails dug into your skin, burning painfully as your breath hitched in fear. "You love me, don't you? you'd never leave me?" she said, lifting your leg up with her free hand.

"Yes.. I would never leave you." you responded, looking fearful as she aligned her aching dick to your entrance. "I've been waiting for you all day, mon amour.." she grinned, slamming into you. your face lit up in pain, a small tear forming in your eye.

"You take it so well, don't you.. If only i could do this more often." she groaned, smiling down at you with those sharp teeth of hers. she leaned down, digging her nails into your hips, letting them draw blood. she thrusted into you, and you could only barely enjoy it through the pain of her teeth now sinking into you and her nails clawing at your skin.

Her hips slammed against yours, the only sound in the room being the harsh slaps of her skin against yours and your incoherent babbling. "You love this.. admit it." She grunted, pulling away from your shoulder, licking up the blood that poured out. This woman was disgusting.

She reached down, rubbing you clit harshly. her mouth went right to your neck, her teeth sinking into the sensitive skin once more. she pounded her cock into your cunt harshly, rubbing your clit for extra stimulation.

"You're going to enjoy this.. can't wait to see you cum all over my dick." she whispered through her bites. your shoulders were littered with bite marks and blood. tears streaming down you face, and you'd think she'd feel some sort of remorse.. but no. it only made her go harder.

"Please..!" you yelled out, thrashing against her in an attempt to get away from her rough treatment. "Shut up. Shut the fuck up." she grumbled, gritting her teeth in anger at your sudden refusal. her nails dug back into your hips, and she began to pound into you as hard she could.

with a few grunts and harsh words and slaps, she came, emptying herself into your cunt. she pulled out, standing up off the bed. "Come here and clean me up.. I've got places to be." She ordered.

this would be awhile...

in reality, i got lazy at the end and rushed cause i wanted to get back to playing sims 4.

[knavesflames]

hi baby ❤️

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

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

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

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

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

Word count: 1074

Nsft utc!

“You didn’t tell me.”

“It is pointless.”

“Why?”

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

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

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

“Open it, will you?”

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

“Trust me. Open it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I fucking love you.”

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

“We are on the floor.”

“Don’t care. Take it.”

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

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

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

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

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

[aixeko]

Hoyolab I love you, I love you hoyolab

Yes you can touch her anywhere, and it's a feature omffggg. For both HSR and Genshin.

Gonna be giving them head pats everyday now 😣

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